"You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up from his desk.
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Julian Vane was the kind of man who didn't just walk into a room; he owned the air inside it. He was the city’s most "honest" billionaire, a title he’d earned by never making a promise he didn’t keep. But I knew the truth. Behind that sharp jawline and the bespoke Italian suits was a man built on a foundation of calculated deceptions. "You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up
"Then do it," he challenged, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But remember, if I go down, I’m taking you with me. Because you’ve been lying to yourself about why you’re really in this office at midnight." He was the city’s most "honest" billionaire, a
The folder felt heavy in my hands, but his gaze felt heavier. In the empire of Julian Vane, every word was a chess move, and I had just realized I was already in checkmate.
Julian finally looked up, his eyes dark and unreadable. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "In this city, Elara, truth is a commodity. And I happen to have a monopoly on it."