The Billionaire's True Love

ctivities as waitstaff, florists, and decorators hurried to prepare for the night's event-a charity gala hosted by Blackwood Enterprises. Despite the contro

ng that every man that passes by would always turn back to take a second look beholding her beauty. Professional yet stylish, a reflection of the persona she had worked hard to cultivate. Confidence was key in her line

l on the final menu selection," one of the ho

ready gone over the menu three times, but she knew that even the slightest deviation could ca

ms moving with precision. Elena quickly reviewed the menu, her eyes scanning ea

Let's keep it that way."

r phone buzzed in her hand. It was a

y sign of the elusiv

was known for his reclusive nature. Despite being one of the most powerful men in t

making a grand en

o commanded both respect and intrigue. She had seen his picture in magazines, his sharp features and piercing blue eyes leaving an i

ifully. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the elegant floral

chaos, bringing order to the unpredictable. But as she stood there, surveying the room, she felt a strange, almost electr

when sh

to ignore. Everyone turned and for some seconds stopped whatever they were

is expression unreadable. The room seemed to part for him, the buzz of conversat

magined. His dark hair was swept back, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. But it wasn't just

plan the event. When his gaze finally settled on her, it was as if time itself had slowed. Thei

him a polite nod, the kind she would give any client. But deep down, she knew this was different. There was something about Adrian Blac

er, Elena could feel the weight of his gaze, as if he was assessing her, tr

and rich, with a hint of something she couldn't

ood. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Everything is

erbearing. His touch sent a shiver up her spin

never leaving hers. "It's not often

y. Compliments from clients were common, but this felt different-more personal, somehow. She could fee

her voice steady. "I strive for

h it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Perfection is a rare qu

's attention was drawn to one of the event coordinators who had approached with a question. He

sure what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't this-a man who could unnerve her with a singl

, another client. She couldn't afford to let herself be distracted, especially not by

didn't fully understand. There was something about Adrian that called to her, something dangerous and irresistible.

d by some of the most influential people in the city. Elena moved through the crowd, checking in with the staff and ensuring everything was

the soft strains of a live orchestra. It was a beautiful sight, one she would typically appreciate as part of her job. But tonigh

ing th

She turned to find him standing beside her. He wasn't looking at the dance flo

ng to maintain her composure. "Ever

just talking about the event. There was a tension in the a

ick with possibilities. Elena could feel her pulse quicken,

s, Ms. Mitchell," Adrian finally said, his tone sof

usly thin, like a thread about to snap. She knew she should step back, put up her walls, and keep things stric

d," she said quietly. "I

ht she saw something vulnerable beneath his polished exterior-someth

in touch,

walk out of the ballroom. What

ove at fi