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