Billionaire's Heart: Secrets of Desire

ingered in her mind like a dream she couldn't shake. She had accepted his invitation to dinner, a decision that both thrilled and unnerved her. It was a step into a world s

he city's vibrant energy seemed muted now, overshadowed by the weight of the evening ahead. The car arrived at a secluded mansion, its grandeur breathtaking even in the fading light. Mia was escorted inside, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she took in the opulent surroundings. The dining room was a masterpiece of elegance, the table set with gleaming silverware and crystal glasses. But it was the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows who captured her attention. Luca Moretti turned as she entered, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. He was dressed impeccably, his tailored suit accentuating his commanding presence. For a moment, Mia forgot how to breathe. "Mia," he said, his voice smooth and low. "You look stunning." She felt a flush of warmth at his words, but it was quickly tempered by the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you, Luca. This place is... incredible." He smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I thought it would be the perfect setting for our discussion." As they sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They spoke of fashion, art, and the intricacies of the industry. Luca's insights were sharp and perceptive, his passion for beauty and creativity evident in every word. Mia found herself opening up to him, sharing her dreams and the challenges she had faced in building her brand. But beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of tension. Luca's world was one of shadows and secrets, and Mia couldn't shake the feeling that she was teetering on the edge of something far more dangerous than she had anticipated. Midway through the meal, Luca's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening for a fraction of a second before he excused himself. "Forgive me, Mia. I need to take this." She nodded, watching as he stepped into the hallway. The sound of his voice, low and commanding, drifted back to her. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone sent a shiver down her spine. When he returned, his smile was back in place, but Mi