The CEO s Secret and Lies

Laying on the polished desk, the cream-colored sleek envelope seems quite unusual and in contrast with the surrounding environment. Elena Price put her fingers on it for some time, then she picked it up. The paper was thick like cardstock, and it had a very flashy look that seemed rather costly. The gold lettering gleamed a little as she looked at the light. 

Without any delay, she placed her finger around the flap and tore it aside. In its interior there was an invitation-no, it was more like an invitation to a private charity event that only a handful of people in the city would attend belonged to. This kind of invitation Elena received countless times before, but for some reason this one gave her food for thought. 

"Victor Price and his highly recommended daughter, Elena, are more than welcome." She read aloud and stopped at the name of the host. 

Julian Blackwood. 

Her breath hitched slightly. Those intense blue eyes glanced over as she remembered his name all too well. The man was a billionaire; he was accused of being ruthless in business and victorious in appellation, which had the ability to captivate critics. But more than that, he was an enigma-a rumors man-a man who became an authority in a few months. 

"Elena?" Her father interrupted her thoughts.

Victor Price, well groomed, neatly tailored, and reflecting the air of a man who is in control, was standing at the doorstep, observing the unfolding scene with a healthy dose of bewilderment and apprehension. "What is it?" 

She gave him the card of the invitation. Joseph looked at the card, and the expression on his face said it all: his eyes flicker over the card very passively-almost too tamed. "Julian Blackwood," he said, but to whom only he was speaking. 

"Do you know him?" She looked straight into her dad's eyes suspiciously while asking the man.

It was something she had acquired over time-the signs that he was keeping something from her and tried not to. 

Victor only nodded, and his reply to the situation was evasive. "You've met before," snapped the man whose eyes never left me. . He... is a persistent bastard.". 

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Persistent how?" 

"It is not something you should be concerned with. It is just business as usual." 

But Elena wasn't convinced. This, she had always thought, was too fishy for her father; she never knew the full extent of his business empires, but this invitation, this man-it was all a missing piece in a puzzle she has been struggling to solve for years. 

To Elena's surprise, the night of the event arrived sooner than she thought. She twirled round in front of the looking glass, tightening a black sling of a strap of her black strapless gown. Her hair was as dark as her eyes and was tied up in a beautiful twist; diamond earrings reflected the light from the bedroom's lamps. She appeared to be the billionaire's daughter in every sense, yet in her heart, she was a precipitous of questions and uncertainty. 

Every time they got to the magnificent place-a large house that was illuminated like a ship that guides sailors through the darkness-Elena felt nervous. It was very brightly lit inside, and the ambience was rather tense; one could sense that the rich aroma of luxurious fragrances was in the air, coupled with the hushed voices of people. The gentlemen waiting staff wearing neat black and white checked shirts and black trousers were weaving through the throng, offering champagne on silver platters. 

"Elena, there is a person that I wish you to get acquainted with," Victor remarked, putting his hand on her back as he led her through the crowd. She looked around, waiting for the man who she had been thinking about since she received this invitation. 

And then she saw him. She remembered but never really thought that she would get the chance to see him again. 

Julian Blackwood was leaning by the grand piano, the taut and muscular body language that seemed to convey the man's inherent self-possession. To the small audience that was engaging him he was actively speaking to, his eyes looked lost-looking for something or someone. Finally, his eyes met with Elena, and a slow, devilish smile spread across his lips.

He stopped speaking and started walking towards her; his steps were calculated and measured. When he slowly advanced towards her, Elena experienced various things: excitement and fear, all at the same time. This was it-the start that had been being built up for so long now was the time where the match would commence. 

"Elena Price," Julian responded, saying her name in a very husky voice, as though sounding like velvet. He offered her palm, shaking it, and she also shook it and felt for the first time the warmth of his palm. I 

Is a man with a great reputation? "I have traveled most of the time with him."