Beneath the Billionaire's Charm.

ore her, their sharp edges glinting in the California sun, an unspoken warning to anyone who dared venture too close. The mansion beyond was eve

caster's sanctuar

st practice in downtown LA-got a call to work with a billionaire. Not just any billionaire, but the Theo Lancaster. The man who'd turned a small tech startup into an empire worth billion

ved her in without so much as a glance, and she swallowed the lum

h wealthy clients before. It was the eerie stillness, th

lab of polished wood that stood at least ten feet

're

, clipped, and unm

he mansion behind him. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, as though he'd run a hand through it one too many times, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. H

ore striking in person, but the sharp edge to his express

ly, recovering quickly. "I

med to being spoken to like that. "And

into the foyer, forcing him to move aside. The air insi

d to face her. "Let's get one

rected, meeting his gl

on't need a therapist. I don't need help. And I definitely

brow. "Then

ord like it was a curse. "They're worried it'll affect my work. So, congratul

ed her arms. "Because therapy is all about ticking boxes.

r out. Instead, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in

said coolly. "I just d

ecause I'm starting t

broken only by the faint sound of wave

s though trying to figure out what kind o

d gestured toward the living room.

ng over the minimalist decor-sleek furniture, muted tones, and an e

ir, motioning for her to sit acros

her tone calm but firm. "I

"Oh, this sh

"You don't even have to trust me-at least not yet. But if you wan

his arms across the chair'

of time," she said blu

re was a flicker of something else

ent," he said

erent

lease me or fear me. You don

f a small smile. "I

head, studying h

ke static electricity. It wasn't hostile anymore, but it

I'll give this a shot. But don't expect me to sp

taking a seat. "I've got ti

idn't need to. The look