Till money do us apart

Till money do us apart

Veronica lodge

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When high-powered attorney Bella Castillo crosses paths with ruthless billionaire Damon Westwood at a glittering charity gala, the sparks are instant and undeniable. Bella knows better than to fall for a man like Damon, he's everything she despises: arrogant, entitled, and used to getting whatever he wants. But when a lucrative deal forces them to work together, their steamy chemistry becomes impossible to resist, blurring the lines between business and pleasure. Bella is determined to keep her heart locked away, but Damon is a man with secrets, and one slip could shatter the illusion of his perfect life. As Bella uncovers the cracks in Damon's empire, she faces an impossible choice: expose the truth and risk losing the only man who's ever made her feel this alive, or protect his darkest secret at the cost of everything she's built. In a world where money can buy almost anything, can love survive when the lies come crashing down?

Chapter 1 1

The night was electric, the kind of evening that hummed with anticipation. From her vantage point on the balcony of the Metropolitan Hotel, Isabella Castillo could see the entire city sprawling beneath her like a sea of glittering diamonds. New York City was alive, breathing, and for tonight at least, she felt like she was at its center.

Inside the grand ballroom, the charity gala was in full swing. It was a spectacle of wealth and status: crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceilings, the sound of champagne glasses clinking, and the low hum of polite, meaningless conversations filling the room. Bella smoothed her hand over the sleek black fabric of her dress, a Valentino piece she had splurged on for this very night. The strapless gown hugged her curves in all the right places, exuding the confidence she needed to face the room full of Manhattan's elite.

She wasn't here to make friends. She was here to make connections, to secure her place as one of the top corporate attorneys in the city-a position she'd fought tooth and nail for. But as she scanned the room, she could already feel the familiar disdain settling in. The people here were sharks, dressed up in designer suits and gowns, hiding their ruthless ambition behind smiles that didn't reach their eyes.

"Isabella Castillo, the woman who's too busy conquering the corporate world to enjoy a glass of champagne."

Bella turned at the sound of the voice, finding herself face-to-face with Peter Lawson, a senior partner at her firm. He was charming in that disingenuous way most senior partners were-always looking for the next angle, the next advantage. He handed her a glass of champagne, his smile thin but practiced.

"You know I prefer Bella," she replied smoothly, taking the glass without meeting his gaze. She sipped, letting the cool bubbles fizz on her tongue, her eyes drifting back toward the crowd.

"And yet here you are," Peter continued, leaning in slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're not just here for the charity auction, are you? You're hunting."

Bella's lips curled into a small smile. "Is that what you think, Peter? I was under the impression this was a charity event, not a business meeting."

Peter chuckled, clearly amused. "In this room, the two are one and the same. And I'd wager you're here for something big."

She didn't answer, just took another sip of her champagne. He wasn't entirely wrong. There was something she was here for, but it wasn't what Peter or anyone else might suspect. She was here for one man in particular-Damon Westwood. The reclusive billionaire was rarely seen at these kinds of events, preferring to keep his distance from the spotlight. But tonight, rumor had it that he'd make an appearance.

And she needed to see him.

"Enjoy your night, Peter," she said, dismissing him with a polite nod before turning away.

The ballroom felt warmer as more guests flooded in, the sound of laughter and the distant rhythm of a string quartet filling the space. Bella maneuvered through the crowd, offering nods of acknowledgment to those she recognized but making no effort to stop and chat. Her eyes kept scanning the room, searching for a face she had only seen in magazine covers and business articles.

Then she saw him.

Damon Westwood stood near the bar, his back turned to the room, but there was no mistaking his presence. He was taller than she'd expected, his tailored suit fitting him like a second skin, emphasizing the broad expanse of his shoulders. His hair was dark and neatly styled, and even from across the room, Bella could sense the aura of control and confidence that surrounded him.

She took a deep breath and started toward him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. As she approached, he turned, as if sensing her presence, and their eyes met. For a moment, the noise of the room faded away, leaving just the two of them locked in a silent, intense stare.

"Isabella Castillo," he said, his voice smooth and deep, with the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope," Bella replied, tilting her head slightly, matching his smile with one of her own.

"Mostly," he said, taking a step closer, closing the distance between them. He was even more striking up close-sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. "You have quite the reputation for being... uncompromising."

"And you have a reputation for being ruthless," Bella shot back, lifting her chin in defiance.

Damon's smile widened, genuine amusement lighting up his face. "Touché. But tell me, what brings you to this gala tonight? Surely a lawyer of your caliber has better things to do than mingle with New York's most overindulged."

"Maybe I'm just here for the champagne," she said lightly, taking a sip as if to prove her point.

"Somehow, I doubt that," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips before flicking back up to meet her eyes. The tension between them was palpable, a crackling energy that seemed to draw them closer despite their measured words.

"You're right," Bella said, lowering her glass. "I came here to meet you."

Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Is that so? And what does the formidable Isabella Castillo want from me?"

"Information," she replied, her voice lowering. "I've heard rumors about a deal you're brokering. A merger that could reshape the industry. I want in."

Damon's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes-something dark and calculating. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Bella's spine.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Bella."

She matched his gaze, unflinching. "I've never been afraid of a little danger."

He studied her for a long moment, as if weighing his options. Then he smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a thrill of anticipation through her.

"Neither have I," he said softly. "Consider me intrigued. Let's see how far you're willing to go."

Before Bella could respond, he reached out, lightly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just a second too long. Then, with a final glance that left her breathless, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Bella stood there, heart pounding, the champagne glass still clutched in her hand. This was going to be more complicated than she'd anticipated. And infinitely more dangerous.

But as she watched Damon's retreating figure, she knew one thing for certain.

She was all in.

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