The billionaire's Last Gamble

levision, no less. Her nonprofit, Helix Future, had recently thwarted a corporate takeover by Blackwell Industries of a key biotech startup

t letter from none other than Damian himself. The crisp white paper felt like a challe

she whispered, her lip

ad in, breaking Aria's reverie. "

tained her composure, smoothing down

her stripped down to her soul. The air thickened with unspoken words and unresol

a blend of silk and steel, the kind that could cu

ian?" she shot back, her

history. The laughter, the debates, the moments that had led to this confrontation. Aria had once admir

, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I'm her

ng her arms, a barrier against the man who had o

ing from confrontational to almost pleading. "You're standing in the wa

the small office. "You mean your profits? Because that'

fueled her resolve. "You know that's not true. I want to help people too

hose children?" Her voice rose, passion igniting her words. "

," he retorted, his eyes narrowing. "You can't save

g of anger and betrayal, emotions that had simmered beneath the surface since their

cker of something softer. "And what if your 'something real' fail

s, she had no guarantees. But neither did he. "I'd rather try and

s shoulders easing slightly.

t the heat in her voice had lessened. They were both playi

f guard. "Let's collaborate. You can keep your nonprofit, and I'

ed her excitement with caution. "Why would you want to part

gaze steady. "You have the passion and the vision. I h

es and uncertainties. The idea of working together felt both

?" she asked, her voice so

before," he said, his sincerity pal

w. The billionaire who had enchanted her with his charm and in

oice steady. "You have to promise me that

his eyes. "Agreed. But you have to pro

Perhaps, just perhaps, they could forge a new path together. A path that would lead the

alked away might just