The billionaire secret

ower, gleamed through the glass doors, hinting at the opulence within. Tonight, she was attending one of the most exclusive charity events of the year, rubbing shoulders with

of the mysterious billionaire, Alexander Grant, whose name was whispered in awe and fear across the city. He never gave interviews, and his personal life was a carefully gu

a dazzling display of luxury. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Waiters in tuxedos weaved through the cro

dark hair that was perfectly styled, he exuded an effortless confidence that made the crowded ballroom seem like his own domain. He wore a tailored black suit that looked both understat

ia recognized her immediately as Lydia Warren, a high-profile socialite and former lover of Alexander's. As Lydia spoke, her face

Alexander and Lydia. The music was loud enough to mask their conversation, but Olivia was determined to catch a s

ia hissed, her voice just barely a

t firm. "This isn't the place, L

ed lower, and Olivia had to strain to hear her next words. "Sec

nder's expression darkened, and without another word, he turned

had happened. Olivia's curiosity burned. Whatever they were talking about, it was big, and it had something to do with Alexander

counter. She felt a rush of excitement she hadn't experienced in a long time. It wasn't much, but it was a lead,

athered, mingling and waiting for the scheduled speeches to begin. She tried to blend in, scanning the room

piece. But her mind was still on Alexander and the strange tension she had witnessed. She was about to give up and h

as her

a relief from the heat and noise of the ballroom. Alexander's back was to her, and he seemed lost in thought as he stared out at the

she said softly,

n hardened, masking whatever emotion had been there before. "It is," he said, his tone

t," she admitted, flashing a disarming smile. "I was hoping for a quick

it didn't reach his eyes. "Is that so? I didn't thin

ou're one of the most fascinating men in the ci

ace. "Is that your way of saying you

she'd overheard, or how badly she wanted to know more about his secret

h he could see straight through her. Then he shrugged, turning bac

he said. "Oli

ol and controlled, "I suggest you enjoy the

ony with a head full of questions and a burning desire to uncov

of their brief conversation. Whatever Alexander was hiding, it was big. And if she wanted

Now, she just ne