The Billionaire Secret Game

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d under the streetlights, a silent reminder of the world she was about to step into. Becky inhal

, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tux. The sharp lines of his suit emphasized his bro

remarked, eyes scannin

tation. "You don't seem like th

flickered across his

ngers gripping the delicate clutch she had picked out hours ago. The dress had been a last-minute decision-form-fitting

e leaned back, tapping his fingers against the armrest. "T

tal c

s more than a social gathering. It's a battlefi

bout networking or charity donations. This was business-the

treets, heading toward the grand hotel where the event was b

she fina

ked back to her. "

er this story- or shut it down entir

the smile didn't reach his eyes

t sure if she was playing the game, o

near the entrance, waiting for high-profile guests to arrive. The moment the door opened, Damien s

eat quickening as flashing

her back. "Smile," Damien murmured close t

en's

dn't flinch under the flashing lights, nor did she stu

power. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over the elegantly dress

ng lightly on her back. She didn't resist, but he could feel the

" he murmured low enough

rely moved.

ery

ulation. Damien caught sight of a few key players he had anticipated seei

air neatly styled. "Damien," he greeted with a firm handsh

Becky straightened, meeti

e evening," he r

sting. I wasn't aware you entert

spond. "Maybe business isn't the o

n's eyes before he turned his attenti

watching as the

," Becky murmured. "On

You've done y

be here if

ing. She was holding her own, adapting qu

fact that she wasn't just obs

oying this,

der the chandelier li

. Damien took one, handing another to Becky. She hesita

he murmur of conversa

efore him was a woman draped in a deep red gown,

him, sensing the s

curled. "It's b

y, his grip tighteni

ng, Vic