BILLIONAIRE REDEMPTION

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He stood in front of the glass wall of his office, a towering man with sharp features and cold blue eyes, staring down at the glittering lights of Manhattan.

n who occupied it. Not a single paper out of place, not a trace of clutter. Everything in Dominic's wor

skyscraper was set to be one of the most ambitious developments his company had ever undertaken. It would

de, no excitement, only a hollow ache

is dark hair, his jaw tight

came through, crisp and professional.

d flatly, not bothering

assistant replied, her tone

He glanced at the screen, his brows knitting together at the unfamiliar number. N

he said, his voice

hat immediately caught his attention. "I'm the owner of Hart's Art Studio in Brooklyn

as part of a larger acquisition, a minor footnote in a deal

g back in his chair. "What c

eting with you. I understand your plans for the property involve d

t time someone had dared to request a meeting with him directly, let a

o that?" he asked, his t

nd," Sophia said simply. Her voice was

tween them, testing her patience.

d to admit. "You have five minutes to convince me.

ed the call, a rare flicker of

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sank in. She had secured a meeting with Dominic Moretti, the most powerful man in New York

mpletion. Paint-splattered easels stood alongside shelves cluttered with brushes, jars, and sketches. The roo

t and soul. It was a place where people came to escape, to heal

e room, her arms crossed. "You look l

Dominic Moretti," Sophia said

insane? That man is practically a shark in

irm. "He's planning to tear this place

admire your courage, but be careful

though her heart told a different st

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and ticked closer to eight. He wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this meeting. P

levator doors opened, and Sophi

le yet elegant outfit, her brown curls framed a face that was both striking and unassumin

ng to the chair across from him. "

, sitting down. Despite the tension in th

," Dominic said, his voi

s to underprivileged kids, host exhibitions for local artists, and serve as a safe space for people to express th

ssion unreadable. "And what do

s value to you. If I fail, I won't fight your pl

r audacity. Most people begged or groveled in his

pause. "One month. But don'

hing over her. "Thank you

r, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. For the first time

flicker would grow into a fir

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