Billionaire: Chasing Her Back

and the tranquil seclusion within was a great cry from the bustle of New York City outside. Watching the automobiles zigzag throu

ess, conceit, and erroneous notion that he could have it all. But now, as he stood there, his thoughts kept returning to

ng him back to the present. His motivations had always been control, power, and success. But he didn't

see how completely he

s over the past few months. However, he couldn't avoid it or ignore the persistent feeling th

nd through his dark hair. Every deal seemed like a war he was losing, his competitors were closing in, and the board wa

fashion industry, how she had built an empire out of her broken marriage, and how her name had become a byword for style and success. Initially a mod

a significant contract that would expand his business's presence in the European market and be ve

into. However, he had assumed that. He had believed that she would always b

ragged a palm and m

an empire and a brand that had shocked critics and rivals alike. Noah was aware of the images, the interviews, and the arti

lousy. I'm sorry. He felt remorse for all the time he had taken her for granted. He lamented the late hours

nger there. She had created a life for herself apart from him. The fires of her metamorphos

s to strong men in her life, individuals who could provide her with opportunities that he was never able to. He wasn't sure h

as his office door cracked open. Emily, his as

a visitor." With his gaze firmly focused

e continued, "Emily, I'm not int

ing, Noah," with a note of w

ed to pause for a moment as his heart thumped in his chest. Eliza. Anger

around. "Eliza?" His voice broke a little, revealing the

s present. She persisted even after

it she desired? Was she there to make a point? To demon

happen when he met her again, even though his m

doorway framed her as she stood there, her presence breaking into the quiet of his well-planned life like a storm. Her dark

rful. More assured. And it was the th

in a scarcely dis

tensing as she absorbed the luxury of his office, the world she ha

r lips parted. With a cold, collected tone, she said, "I h

e had changed; she was no longer the same person he had known. Someone who had lived t

a had mo

seful stride, she said, "I'm here for a reason." He no long

accelerated. Why had she come here? Th

ace feel smaller, and as Eliza's eyes

a simple visit. It