BILLIONAIRE'S TRAP

his will. He was a man accustomed to power, every passing minute was another calculation, another chess move in the game of power he had mastered. His eyes was fixed on the towering buildings a

ory straightened his tailore suit, the dark material perfectly sculpted to fit his muscular frame. The company's monogram was etched into

echoing on the marble floor. Employees scattered, no one greeted him directly; they knew better. Instead,

," a junior executive called

veryday. Blackwood Industries wasn't just a business empire; it was his kingdom, the embodiment of his will, his ambition, his cruelty. Gregor

the entire 75th floor, a fortress overlooking the city he ruled. He glanced at his reflection in the sleek, mirrored walls staring

ows gave a panoramic view of Manhattan. His desk, a massive slab of black marble, sat in the center of the room,

iled how his company had revolutionized industries creating jobs and infrastructure. But the article neglected to mention the countless companies he had crus

ives-another acquisition was in the works, another deal, another company teetering on the brink of collapse, waiting for B

pped in, a stack of documents in her hands. She walked across the room with a forced confiden

professional. "Here are the contracts for your signa

e lingering, unapologetically. He wasn't the type to hide his desires-or his power to enforce them. She was attractive and they both knew it. And though she kept things professional, Gregory was a man who always

aveling from her legs to her face. "Thank you, Lydia," he said smoothly, his fingers trailing on her

t you, Lydia?" Gregory asked, his voice

king to his face, wary. "Yes,

as no warmth in it. "Meet me a

for a moment, she was too s

tone hardening, cold. He knew she wanted it and people l

years at Blackwood Industries had taught her that much. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. She

ice like a knife. "Then I'll

once, her face pale, and turned to leave, her steps heavy with re

ia. You know what I do to

f course she knew what happened to people who do things agains

" he screamed and s

s, I know...si

autiful.

It was always this easy with him. People were always this easy to control, to bend to his will. With a smirk, he turned his attention back t

ght him to this point-the one that would soon secu

aking him back to the moment in Richard Har