Echoes-of-Affection

Echoes-of-Affection

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When struggling artist Rose's world collides with that of reclusive billionaire Alexander at a charity auction, sparks fly and a magnetic connection forms. As Rose is swept into Alexander's opulent lifestyle, she faces escalating tensions with her best friend, Alice, who feels overshadowed and left behind. With jealousy driving Alice to sabotage her work, Rose must navigate the challenges and uncover the truth behind her setbacks. Torn between a promising future with Alexander and the deep bond with Alice, Rose embarks on a journey of self-discovery, learning that true success lies in authenticity and trust with those she loves. Will Rose find a way to balance her dreams and her relationships, or will she be forced to choose between them?

Chapter 1 Eclipse of the Heart: A Bid for More Than Art

ROSES POV;

"You are not about to stab another bus passenger, right?"

Alice's voice cut through my thoughts like a needle popping a balloon. I blinked, snapping out of my daze to find her staring at me with an amused smirk, arms crossed as if she had been studying me for a while.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "First of all, that man deserved it. Second, I did not even do it."

"Which is still disappointing," she teased. "If you are going to fantasize about assault, at least commit one."

"You are such a bad influence, Alice," I muttered, shaking my head.

She just laughed, completely unbothered, while the bus jerked forward, causing me to grip the edge of my seat tight. I hated public transport. The mix of smells. stale cologne, sweat, and something suspiciously close to fried onions was nauseating. The crowd was just as bad. People pressed too close, some talking too loudly, others jostling without care. It was suffocating.

But thanks to Miami traffic, taking the bus was the only way to make it to the event on time. At least, that was Alice's argument when she convinced me to ditch the idea of an Uber. She had promised that this was the fastest and most cost-effective option. I was beginning to regret listening to her.

"You look like you are about to vomit," Alice observed, leaning in slightly.

"I am just thinking about how I will trip in these ridiculous heels and humiliate myself in front of a billionaire," I muttered, adjusting my grip on my bag.

Alice grinned, clearly finding my suffering entertaining. "That would be a fantastic first impression. Rich people love a tragic underdog story. Maybe you should fake a fall right into some CEO's arms. Cry a little and make it dramatic."

I shot her a glare before responding. "I refuse to be the damsel in distress for some corporate shark to rescue."

"Oh, come on. What if he is hot?" she teased. "Mysterious, brooding, with an insane amount of money to waste? You could be set for life."

"I would rather be set for life on my own terms, thanks but no thanks, Alice.."

Alice sighed, shaking her head as if I were a lost cause. "You are so stubborn."

"And yet, you keep me around." I countered.

"Only because you are entertaining," she said, nudging me. "Now, tell me again how much this night means to you before you chicken out."

I exhaled sharply. Tonight was a very big deal. My paintings were being showcased at the annual charity auction hosted at the Ocean View Hotel, a high-profile event attended by Miami's elite. Wealthy investors, art collectors, and business moguls would all be present, scouting for pieces to add to their collections. It was my chance to finally break out of the starving artist cycle, to have my work recognized and, hopefully, sold for an amount that did not scream desperate rent money.

"This is it, Alice," I admitted quietly. "This is my shot to prove I am worth something in the art world."

"Damn right, it is." Alice grinned, her confidence in me unwavering. "Now, stop looking like you are going to faint. You've got this."

The Ocean View Hotel was a sight straight out of a billionaire's dream. The chandeliers sparkled like captured stardust, the polished marble floors reflected the warm glow of golden lights, and the air carried the subtle scent of expensive cologne and champagne. I swallowed hard as we stepped inside, taking in the lavish setting.

"Okay, I am going to find a good seat," Alice said, her eyes already scanning the room for the best spot to spectate. "You? You are going to charm some rich people and avoid embarrassing yourself."

"That second part is highly unrealistic," I muttered under my breath.

She rolled her eyes before giving me a playful shove. "Go. Mingle. Sell yourself artistically, not literally. Unless you find a billionaire willing to pay off your student loans, then I fully support alternative methods."

"Goodbye, Alice," I said with irritation all over my face.

She winked before disappearing into the crowd, leaving me alone to face my fate. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and made my way to the artist and sponsor section. The moment I stepped into the room, I felt the shift in atmosphere, the weight of expectation pressing down on me.

And that was when I noticed him.

Seated beside me was a man dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored so perfectly that it looked like it was made just for him. He carried an effortless air of power, his presence commanding yet relaxed. His wrist rested casually on his lap, drawing my eyes to the watch peeking from beneath his cuff.

A Richard Mille. Expensive. Ridiculously expensive.

"Nice watch," I said before I could stop myself. "What model?" I asked.

He turned his head slightly, his dark brown eyes meeting mine with mild curiosity. Then, the corner of his lips lifted in a smirk-a slow, knowing smirk that sent an odd shiver down my spine.

"RM 008 Tourbillon," he answered smoothly, his voice deep and rich. "I had trouble deciding which one to wear tonight, so I went with this."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that must have been such a burden."

He let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by my sarcasm. I turned my attention back to the auction, waiting for my painting to be called. but I could feel his eyes on me. There was something about him, something magnetic. Something that made me feel like this night was about to change everything. I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards this enigmatic man. His confidence was palpable, yet there was a subtle vulnerability in his eyes that intrigued me.

"You seem nervous," he observed, his voice gentle. "Is this your first auction?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is," I admitted with a shy smile. "I'm an artist, and tonight my paintings are up for auction. It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest.

" He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "An artist? That's impressive. Which ones are yours?"

I pointed to a set of vibrant canvases displayed on the far wall. "Those are mine. They represent different emotions and experiences I've gone through."

He took a moment to study my work, and I could see a genuine appreciation in his eyes. "Your art is powerful. It speaks volumes."

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a warm blush spread across my cheeks. "It's my way of expressing what words can't capture."

As we continued talking, I learned that he had a deep appreciation for art and often attended auctions incognito to avoid the spotlight. There was something about his humility and genuine interest that made me feel comfortable opening up to him. Just then, the auctioneer called out my name, signaling that my artwork was next. My heart raced with anticipation as the bidding began. Alexander seated beside me, offering silent support. His presence was reassuring, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

Before I could say anything else, the auctioneer's voice boomed through the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next piece is 'Eclipse of the Heart' by the talented new artist Rose Bennett. Bidding starts at five thousand dollars."

My stomach twisted as I watched the first paddle go up. Then another.

"Five thousand! Do I hear six?" Another bid. "Six thousand! Seven?" The numbers kept climbing. Eight. Nine. Ten. I could barely register what was happening, my pulse hammering in my ears.

Then-

"Fifteen thousand! Going once, going twice-"

A paddle shot up beside me. "Twenty thousand," the man in the black suit announced, his voice calm and unwavering. A hush fell over the room. The other bidders hesitated. "Going once, going twice-sold! To the gentleman in the back!"

I turned sharply, staring at him in shock. He met my gaze, his expression unreadable, but that smirk was still there.

"Looks like 'Eclipse of the Heart' found its new home," he murmured.

I exhaled shakily as Alice materialized beside me, grabbing my shoulders. "Rose! Twenty freaking thousand dollars! Do you understand what just happened?!"

I shook my head, still dazed. "This, this is insane," I whispered.

The man beside me extended a hand. "Alexander Carter." He said

I hesitated before shaking it. "Rose Bennett."

His grip was firm, warm, and carried a quiet confidence that unnerved me in a way I could not explain.

Alice, still buzzing with excitement, barely registered him at first. But then, as if suddenly remembering her manners, she glanced at him and arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, right. Alice, this is Alexander. Alexander, Alice-my best friend and the reason I am here tonight."

Alexander gave a polite nod. "Nice to meet you, Alice."

"Yeah, yeah, same," Alice said absentmindedly, still too hyped over the bidding war to focus. She turned back to me with a wide grin. "I am going to find some champagne before I combust. You two-talk, celebrate, do whatever people do when their art gets sold for a small fortune."

Before I could respond, she was already disappearing into the crowd, leaving me alone with Alexander. His gaze remained steady on me, unreadable yet undeniably intrigued.

"I would love to see more of your work," he said. "Mind if I get your number?"

A rush of excitement swirled in my chest. "Yes... yes, I would like that."

As we exchanged numbers, I could not shake the feeling that this night was only the beginning.

Of what? I had no idea.

But something told me it was going to be big.

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Chapter 1 Eclipse of the Heart: A Bid for More Than Art

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Chapter 2 The Space Between Us

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Chapter 3 Uncharted Territory

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Chapter 4 Loyalty and Doubt

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Chapter 5 Unspoken Tensions

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Chapter 6 Tangled Threads

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Chapter 7 Blurred Lines

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Chapter 8 Caught Between Two Worlds

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Chapter 9 Crossing Boundaries

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Chapter 10 Shattered Bonds

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Chapter 11 The Breaking Point

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Chapter 12 Rage Unleashed

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Chapter 13 Shackled in Darkness

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Chapter 14 Beneath the Mask

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Chapter 15 Echoes of Fear

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Chapter 16 Echoes of Alice

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Chapter 17 Between Pain and Panic

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Chapter 18 Between Fury and Reason

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Chapter 19 Cold Awakening

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Chapter 20 Unspoken Answers

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Chapter 21 Whispers of Doubt

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Chapter 22 A Change of Scenery

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Chapter 23 Something Was Off, I Just Didn't Know What

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Chapter 24 A Lingering Doubt

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Chapter 25 The Call.

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Chapter 26 A deal was made.

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Chapter 27 Tangled in His Web

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Chapter 28 Beneath the Empire

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Chapter 29 Intimacy at the Beach.

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Chapter 30 Will You Be My Girlfriend

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Chapter 31 Trapped in Desire

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Chapter 32 The Art of Loving Him

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Chapter 33 Return to the Familiar

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Chapter 34 Painted Desires

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Chapter 35 Cracks in the Empire

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Chapter 36 Blood on the Floor

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Chapter 37 Cold Moves, Warm Voice

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Chapter 38 The King's Board.

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Chapter 39 Just Us

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Chapter 40 The Art of Showing Up

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