The Single Tycoon

story, a destiny. Sofia stood in front of the window of her apartment, her gaze lost in the dark horizon, the city vibrating below, a little like her heart. Sh

he alcohol seemed to carry her thoughts into an even more intense, more forceful whirlwind

h more than what he said. It wasn't simply protection. There was never "just" protection with a man like him. Wit

she had never had, the doors he could open with a simple wave of his hand. Sofia knew that the opportunities he offered wer

splayed, with the accounts that were drifting, the impending crisis of the company she worked for. The capital outflows, the losses on the market, the debts. The storm was on the horizon, and she knew that

uch success. Funds were lacking. The pressure was mounting. She knew she had almost reached her limits. And Maximilien...

les, to submit to his desires. If she accepted, she would lose a part of her freedom. A part of her soul. She k

sitant? It was an offer of power, of stability. She could finally move forward without fearing the fall. But at what price? How many times had she promised hers

alls closed in around her, was it still possible to hol

hance to succeed where so many others failed. He could allow her to elevate her name, her influence, to go further than she

appointment. Another rejection. And suddenly, she realized the size of the void that lay before her. If she didn't do somet

o the unknown. Maximilien wasn't the man she wanted to choose. But he was th

ermination she hadn't felt in a long time. The p

ximi

f the line, calm and assured

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eyes, biting

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ion settle in, as if he were savoring this m

rms. No room for emotions or feelings. You will have what you d

She knew wh

ccept any form of control. I will remain f

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fia. But that's w

thing. She had made her decision. She was going to enter this world, a world she didn'

ow, then. Get ready

irst step toward a life she hadn't anticipated. A path fraught with pitfalls and compromises, but

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