THE BILLIONAIRE'S TRAP

is 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 ahe

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 b

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

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

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

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

utiful. No

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

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me. Richard, with his charm, had managed to gather a strong network of partners and investors. He had a way with people that Gregory always found infuriati

a mere man like Richard, inching closer to his business. It wasn't just about money-it was about power, dominance, being the

had seen the signs before anyone else-Richard's company had started to falter. Bad investments, risky deals

d waited hiding his time, watching as Richard took loans from banks and loan companies and unable to pa

ble to pay Gregory the money he owed him and Gregory would have to take his business. His compan

ard had pleaded, sweat beading on his forehead.

rs tapping against the polished wood of Richard's desk. "Time

ood silently by the window, his expression unre

Richard had said, his v

i, Richard's wife. Young, beautiful, the perfect pawn.

rry you," Richard had said, the words tumbling out in a rush. His wif

ntervene but it wasn't his place to say anything.

s narrowing. "You would trade your

but he nodded. "You. She'l

pe for manipulation. Even though she was married to Richard, Even though she's given birth to two,

nd to Richard. "Deal. But if you fail, Richa

awyer. He had always known he would get what he wanted. Bambi would not wan

*

course. He hadn't even come close to paying off the debt. Now, Bambi was the prize, and Gregory could

coat as he made his way to the door. Tonight, everything would fall into place. Bambi had no idea what was coming.

t, his eyes glinting with anticipation. Tonight's Ba

he registry, a dark satisfaction settled over him. Bambi would be his wi

of his empire was

no idea what he had plann