Billionaire's Heart: Secrets of Desire

areer was exhilarating. But beneath the surface of her excitement, a quiet unease lingered-a reminder of the dangerous world Luca inhabited. Mia threw herself into her work with renewed vigor.

t pounding with excitement and nerves. The guests began to arrive, a mix of fashion critics, influencers, and industry professionals. The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the click of cameras as the attendees admired the displays. Mia mingled with the guests, her confidence growing with each compliment and word of praise. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that her hard work and vision were being recognized. As the evening wore on, she found herself scanning the crowd, hoping to see Luca among the attendees. Just as she was about to give up hope, she spotted him across the room. Luca stood tall and commanding, his striking features drawing the attention of those around him. Their eyes met, and Mia felt a surge of warmth and connection. She made her way through the crowd, her heart racing with anticipation. "Luca, you made it," she said, her voice filled with excitement. Luca smiled, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Mia. You've outdone yourself. The exhibition is incredible." Mia felt a flush of pride at his compliment. "Thank you, Luca. I couldn't have done it without your support." As they talked, the connection between them grew stronger. They discussed the exhibition, the fashion world, and the opportunities that lay ahead. Luca's knowledge and insight impressed Mia, and she found herself opening up to him, sharing her dreams and aspirations. But as the evening wore on, Mia noticed a shift in Luca's demeanor. His eyes flickered with a hint of worry, and his gaze frequently scanned the crowd, as if searching for something-or someone. "Is everything okay, Luca?" Mia asked, her voice filled with concern. Luca hesitated before nodding. "Yes, everything's fine. Just some business matters on my mind." Mia sensed there was more to the story, but she decided not to press the issue. Instead, she focused on the success of the exhibition and the opportunities it presented. As the evening came to a close, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that her hard work and vision had paid off. --- But as she said her goodbyes to the guests and prepared to leave the gallery, she noticed Luca's demeanor had grown even more tense. He stood by the window, his eyes scanning the street outside, a look of