The Cheating Billionaire

king of champagne glasses echoed through the gilded halls, but Julian Blackwood stood apart, his sharp green eyes scanning the room with a predator's instinct. Tall, broad-shouldered, a

ng, it belonged to Edmund Greystone. Julian didn't need to turn to know who

ooking, his voice as sharp as a

I enjoy the hunt." He gestured lazily toward the crowd. "Though I must admit,

tching the light and her hazel eyes sparkling with confidence. She wore a midnight-blue dress, modest but elegant, a sta

your concern," J

it is. You see, Julian, the higher you climb,

es cold and unyielding. "Keep yo

e played for years? I wonder what she'd think of the real Julian

dmund's smirk widened, satisfied. "Enjoy your

anion had said. For a fleeting moment, Julian allowed himself to wonder if he

tension around him faded. But just as quickly, reality crashed back. This wasn't a fairy tale, and he wasn't her

t. One thing was clear: the dance they were