Billionaire's veil
high society, where power met glamour and deals were sealed behind closed doors. Elena Monroe adjusted the strap of her black gown, its seq
to the luxury market, she needed investors. The Sterlings, one of the most influential families in the
ar, his tailored tuxedo fitting him like a second skin. Dark hair framed a face that was all sharp angles and piercing blue eyes
e whispered nearby, con
at hand. She couldn't afford distracti
onversation with a potential investor
onroe, I
agne in hand. Up close, his presence was even more intimidating. His g
forcing a polite s
, offering his hand. "I'
hings,
You've made quite the impression in the industr
"Flattery doesn't usually
but edged with something darker.
ching with a commanding presence. He had the same sharp f
arm but firm. "Aren't you going t
, his tone carefully neutral. "El
ring. "A pleasure, Ms. Monroe. I've heard abo
comment irked her. "Thank you, Mr. Kan
y. "Ambition is admirable, but it can also be dan
refused to let her discomfort sho
d, but his eyes remai
er breath. She found herself on a balcony overlooking the city, the
ing al
ng against the railing, a fai
d a moment,
people," Liam said, his ton
her arms. "Is
ctor doesn't like peo
. "Do you like peopl
ere. "I don't control people, Elena. I offer them o
cken, but she refused to be intimidated. "Th
he spoke. "I want to make you an offer.
d. "What kin
'll help you take Monroe Atelier to heights you've never imagi
as an offer too good to ignore, but th
t," she said, keepi
er. "But think fast, Elena. Opportu
re in turmoil. She didn't notice Victor watching h
r said to the man standing
sting," the
a smile. "Let's see how
xt was sent to her phone
. Especially