The Billionaire'muse

ront of her. Her fingers traced the edges of the paper, feeling the weight of it-the weight o

ng her. He was patient, almost too patient. It was a game to him, a

ove. The buzzing grew louder in her mind, but she refused to look away from Domi

e terms were designed to strip away everything she had fought for-her

her mother's dream, to push past the obstacles they ha

olve. But there was a flicker of something in his expression-somethin

said, her voice steady but s

n't quite read. "No, Miss Bennett. You're much more than a

y stretched out before her-tall buildings, busy streets, people moving like ants in a world

help but remember the years she had spent fighting for her mother's vision. The countless sleep

been naïve, thinking she could cha

e decisions that had led her here-decisions that, in hindsight, felt like missteps. She had always believed

them, she thought bitterly. I

self in the nonprofit world. She had been younger then, eager, hopeful, thinking she could

ted the wrong people, put her faith in the wrong promises. The loss had been personal, and i

rful man in the city, Alexis could feel

r thoughts. "This is simple, Miss Bennett. You want someth

dn't it? She had given up so much already, and the thought of

d again. She glanced at it, her heart ski

on't forget why you're doing t

age, the words grounding

n when it seemed impossible? Or had she already lost herself in t

pocket. "I'm not your puppet," she said, turning ba

time, she saw a flicker of something deeper-some

ost inviting. "But if you do, there's no comin

is

onference room slammed open. Sarah, her face pale

"It's about your mother's charity... There's been

spun back to Dominic, her heart racing. "What

smile. "I told you. You're in th

st? Had Colson orchestrated it all? Was her entire fu

how far would