The Cheating Billionaire
rble floor. The room was alive with opulence-women in flowing gowns shimmering like precious jewels and men in tailored suits ex
de him an undeniable presence. Tonight, he wore a jet-black tuxedo tailored to perfection, the sharp cut accentuating his commanding demeanor. Conversations falt
e potential weaknesses. The gala was not merely a social event but a battlefield where reputations could be bolstered or oblit
mooth and laced with mockery. He didn't flinch
ory as ever, his blond hair slicked back and his smile a razor's edge. Edmund's bla
dmund?" Julian's tone was cal
he waters that interest me. It's the prize you've brought along." He gestured wi
the golden light, and her midnight-blue dress hugged her form elegantly without being ostentatious. She didn'
ulian said, his voice low, but t
seem like your usual type, Julian. Too clever to fall for your charm,
ers evident. "Careful, Edmund. You're dangerousl
ng in his eyes. "Relax, Julian. I'm just observing. After
ian's gaze sought Emily again. She was smiling at something the board member had said, her expression soft but genuine. For a moment, the noi
column, cradling a flute of champagne, her expression composed but her mind racing. She had never been in a room like this-where every glance seemed
rst Blackwood ga
g, Emily found Julian standing a few feet away, his green e
r tone steady despite the slight flutter in
is gaze unwavering. "And wha
aid, her lips curving into a faint smile. "It's fascinating, really. All
nt crossing his features. "You're surprising
aightened, meeting his gaze directly. "Peopl
rceptible crack in his polished veneer. "And what makes
eed their approval
name. Julian's eyes flickered down to her hand, which held the champagne glass with pract
es searching his. "Maybe not. But a
murmuring something urgent. He glanced at the man, his jaw
d, his voice low. "But don't disappear
deliberate. She felt her heart beat faster, not entirely
ily sipped her champagne, her thoughts a tangle of intrigue and caution. Someth