Billionaire or Spark

crossing his face before he quickly masked it with forced composure. Isabel, oblivious to the tension, tilted

is all mine," he said, his voice dripping with charm as he extended a hand towa

st, a mix of annoyance and…something else. Was it possessiveness? The thought struck

Henry, uncharacteristically silent, kept stealing glances at his brother, his gaze filled with a mix of anger and apprehension.

mained, but there was an underlying intensity in his gaze whenever he looked at me. It was as if

only. "I need to borrow something from Henry." Before I could respond, he sa

e at Henry and Damon, their faces locked in a heated exchange. Suddenly, Damon lunged forward, grabbin

Smoke and flames started billowing from the open windows on the floor beneath us. Chaos erupted as people scrambled for t

bed my hand, his grip firm yet gentle

rough the throng of panicked guests, leading me towards the stairs. As we descended, I could faintly hear Henry calling after me,

a whisper, lost in the chaos that was our perfect eve

ed past screaming women clutching handbags and bewildered men in tuxedos who seemed more concerned with their drinks than the

g the door shut behind us. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath, his chest heaving. The streetlights c

brushing a stray strand of hair from my cheek. My breath hitched. This wasn't the safe, controlled wo

the words tumbling out in a rush

oice clipped. "He can take care of himself." He paused, his gaze flickering over me for a moment be

"There's a fire, Damon! W

arm. "The fire's under control. Let's just say your dear fiancé needed a little…incentive to get you out of there."

thought was insane, yet there was a glint in his eyes that suggested anythi

yful edge creeping into my

we?" He opened the car door, a playful glint in his eye