The Heir's Obsession

tment, the quiet solitude, and the weight of the day ahead settled over her. She had no time for distractions, no room for hesitation. The Blackstone Group's shadow l

ments. Nothing new had emerged. Nothing that could truly connect them to the deeper, darker deals she suspected existed

t out, setting her sights on her computer screen. She opened a fresh document, preparing to type her next article. She had been assigned a follow-up piece on Blackstone's charity gala,

harp knock on her office do

y called, her

rom the café down the street. Her eyes were tired, her face drawn. Life as a jo

feine," Claire said, handing over

er mounting frustration. "It's going. I'm digging into Blackstone, but

vy. You're just going up against one of the most powerful families in the city. Their empire is bu

rim of her coffee cup. "I know. But I can't just let i

w. "Dominic Blackstone?

stration edging into her tone. "But there's something about him. He's too ca

s attractive?" Claire's tone was teasing, bu

ractive or not. It's about the way he manipulates everything around him. His f

too close to him, Ivy. I know you, and you get to

solve was ironclad. "I'll figure

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covered more layers of the Blackstone family's empire, from their early investments in real estate to their expansion into international markets. The public-facing side of their business wa

there wa

cross, like an invisible thread pulling them together. Every time they met, his gaze lingered just a moment too long, his smile

that Ivy's world shifted once again. Her phone buzzed with a notification

h a simple message: *I

been expecting something like this, but now that it was here, she

ted her response. In the end, she chose the only option that made sense: to go. If Domi

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ing slightly faster than usual. The sprawling estate loomed before her, its marble façade glowing under the soft lig

It was everything she had imagined-grandiose, with towering columns and high ceilings. The walls were adorned with priceless artwork, and the f

ar the long, polished table, his hands clasped behind him as he gazed out the window. Th

oothly, his voice a deep, calming presence. "

of unease. "You're quite persistent, Mr. Blacksto

ssion remained neutral. "Please, call me Dominic. This i

y, but she nodded. "Fine. D

clearly not intended for someone like her. It was clear this dinner wasn't just about the food. It was

ar the underlying challenge in his words. "I'm sure you've done your research on the Blackst

exactly are you offering, Dominic? A little game

s pulse quicken. "Maybe both. Maybe neither. But I do

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e the undercurrent of danger in Dominic's presence, nor the way he seemed to read her every

ow much of a chess game this was-one she intended to win. But in that moment, wit