LOVE FORTUNE: Taming The Tycoon's Heart

hold, the event was an exhibition featuring renowned artists from almost all the world. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousn

iced in the shadows of these more famous artists. Undeterred she believed that one day her

ivid depiction of a bustling city set in a foreign ci

ntly loomed over her. She was a struggling artist in every sense of the word, wit

ly dressed man approached her. His sharp gaze lingered on her work as Isabella couldn't help but fe

lla's attention towards him. He had a magnetic aura which shows authority an

he man inquired, his v

cted it, Isabella nodded, her cheeks tinged

ook it feeling a jolt of electricity

with the aura around it, even when it was just spoken. He was a billionaire known for his influence

ted, his eyes still narrowed and fixed on her painting. "Y

turned red as she was blushing. She had never expected to meet someone like Alex

lied, trying to maintain her compo

s. Isabella was struck by the intensity of his gaze, the way it seemed

our art that speaks to me. It's as if each stroke of your brush revea

understanding was gradually sprouting. It was as if their worlds

t. He collects pieces from emerging and young artists, supporting them and helping in nurturing their talent

nversation with Alexander. They discussed art, life and dream

iny a chance encounter that had the

ion to Isabella. "Isabella, I'd love to see more of your wo

nything like that. Her heart soared at the opportunity before her, it could ch

going then." Alexander said

called out as he was h

, turning his body ful

look at him, her eyes narrowed and darting a

lla," Alexander said as he con

ched him go, he mind longing to continue the conversati

er painting, she had known him to the owner of The Sinclair Enterprises from the mouth of many pe

ay home ahead of her and she h

ng paintings now, she took them to the truck and the returned for her grandfathers portrait. Wrapp

Ian." She call

Nevermind that, it was a little help I guess. You go

you know, anyways good night Ian." S

ards home, with the calm sweet tone of Alicia Key's 'Girl on fire' ringing through the car CD player. She nods her h