Billionaire's Forbidden Obsession

that burned with determination. She tightened her grip on her portfolio, her knuckles whitening. She had worked hard for this moment, clawing her way up from obscur

floor offices of Carter Enterprises. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal

a petite woman in a pencil skirt and silk blouse, her hair pulled into a bun

t raced, but she kept her face neutral, refusing to let nerves betray her. She had prepared for this meeting for

massive oak doors. The assistant

r, Miss Da

inside, and her

tan skyline. Tall and broad-shouldered, he radiated power in a way that was both magnetic and intimidating. His

d calculating, they locked onto hers the moment sh

voice smooth and measured. "You

g forward. "Punctuality is the

e a smile. "Let's see if yo

Sophia sat, carefully placing her portfolio on her lap. Liam walked around t

you with this project. My hotels are my legacy, Miss Dar

more importantly, I understand people. A hotel isn't just about aesthetics-it's about creatin

trigued. "And what story do yo

tension. Sophistication with warmth. Your properties attract the world's elit

oss Liam's face. "Interesting. Most desig

gners," she replie

shed off the desk and walked around it

sion with precision and passion, her hands moving as she described textures, lighting, and c

response. The silence stretched, heavy and oppr

you that. But talent isn't enough, Miss Dark. This project

, meeting his gaze head-on. "

in his eyes-approval, maybe-but it

e said. "You'v

er expression composed. "Thank you

carrying a hint of warning. "Fai

t. "If there's nothing else,

o leave, his vo

s Da

, her hand on t

ns. Impress me, and this won't be th

t of challenge in he

ut as the elevator doors closed behind her, she couldn't shake the feeling that Li

g with plans of his own. Because this project wasn't just about business for