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MONALISA: THE BILLIONAIRE SWEETHEART

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She's a thief, but not just any thief-she's the best there is. Fearless, reckless, and impossible to catch. MonaLisa Adams could steal the stars if she wanted, and you'd still be wondering how she pulled it off. No one stands in her way. Until him. Damon Edwards. The youngest, most powerful billionaire in New York. Arrogant, cunning, and dangerous. He has it all-money, influence, and a face too handsome for his own good. He doesn't just want things; he takes them. And the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted one more thing. Her. MonaLisa was sent to steal from him, but she didn't realize she'd stolen from the wrong man. The kind of man who doesn't forgive. The kind of man who plays for keeps. Now, Damon can't let her go. This isn't just a game anymore-it's a battle of hearts. Of possession. And once you're in, there's no way out. ***** MonaLisa stood on the rooftop of the high-rise building, the cool night air whipping against her skin. She took a deep breath, looking down at the glittering city below. She had done jobs before-risky ones-but this was different. The target wasn't just another wealthy fool. This was Damon Edwards. She slipped through the window, her steps soundless as she entered the lavish penthouse. Her fingers danced over priceless objects, jewels, and documents, but she knew what she was after. The safe. As she reached for it, a voice shattered the silence. "Looking for something?" MonaLisa froze. Slowly, she turned. There he was, standing in the shadows, his intense eyes locked on her. Damon Edwards. And from the look in his eyes, he wasn't about to let her leave. "Thought you could steal from me?" he asked, a smirk playing at his lips. Her heart raced, but she wasn't afraid. Not yet. She smiled back, defiant. "Guess you'll have to catch me first." But something in his gaze told her this was no ordinary chase. This was a game she'd never played before. One where the stakes were much, much higher. And she wasn't sure she'd be able to win.

Chapter 1 Mine

The pulsating beat of heavy bass reverberated through the dimly lit room. Neon lights flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the figure moving sensually on stage. She was captivating-a creature of allure and mystery. Her body twisted with grace, every step calculated to command attention. Dressed in a black leather ensemble, a mask obscured her face, only adding to her mystique. Her movements were hypnotic, a mesmerizing fusion of confidence and seduction.

From the shadows, a man sat at the far end of the room, his gaze fixed on her. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette perched between his lips as his eyes burned with lust. He was entranced, consumed by the performance unfolding before him. She noticed, of course. Beneath her mask, a smirk tugged at her lips. He was just another pawn, easily manipulated.

Her hips swayed as she made her way toward him, each step deliberate, calculated to drive him wild. His desire flared as she approached, a fire kindling inside him. She moved with the grace of a predator closing in on its prey, and he-completely unaware-was already ensnared.

Finally, she straddled his lap, pressing her petite frame against him. Her lips brushed his in a slow, teasing kiss. He responded immediately, his hand gripping her neck as he deepened the kiss, rough and possessive. His control snapped, overtaken by the primal urge to dominate her, to claim her as his.

But just as he reached for more, slipping his hand beneath her skirt, she broke the kiss and slipped away, leaving him stunned and frustrated. A growl of frustration escaped his throat. He was hard, painfully so, and he needed her to ease the ache. Yet, instead of yielding, she stood a few feet away, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Slowly, she raised her hand, revealing a sleek wristwatch gleaming under the low light. His eyes narrowed in recognition-it was his. The watch he had purchased only yesterday for a cool $1.5 million.

A wicked smile curled her lips as she held it up mockingly. Before he could react, a presence shifted behind him. Whirling around, his breath caught in his throat. Another woman, dressed identically, stood there, holding his suitcase. His heart lurched. Inside that case was $20 million in cash.

"You bastard," he muttered, but his voice lacked anger, instead thick with admiration. She had played him perfectly.

The girl smirked, stepping forward. "Never fall for any girl, dude," she said with a seductive lilt. "I'm not a slut."

Her voice dripped honey, yet held an edge sharp enough to cut through steel. It drove him mad-her defiance, her skill. His thoughts twisted into dirty fantasies as he imagined hearing her moans beneath him, giving in to him completely.

His delusions, however, were short-lived. The door behind him burst open, and five suited men rushed in. His guards. One of them lunged at the girl with the suitcase, but she was quicker. With a swift motion, she landed a punch to the guard's face, sending him crashing to the floor, clutching his broken nose.

The other girl was just as capable, twisting another guard's arm behind his back until he screamed in agony. She looked back at the man, her lips curling into a smirk as if taunting him. His guards were weak, no match for these women.

"Such pathetic security," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He leaned back, arms crossed, amused by the chaos unfolding in front of him. His focus, however, never wavered from the girl with the mask. Every move she made only inflamed his desire more.

She turned to him, fire burning in her gaze. "Surprised to see a girl so skilled?" she teased.

"Not bad," he drawled, leaning forward. "But I really hate seeing a pretty girl like you fighting. And I despise girls who think they know everything."

Her expression darkened with rage. Without hesitation, she charged at him, fists raised, but he anticipated her move and dodged effortlessly. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, his arm snaked around her waist from behind.

"You're so hot, sweetheart," he whispered huskily into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I could devour you."

She tried to elbow him, but he caught her wrist easily, pulling her closer. His grip was firm, unyielding. He reveled in the control he had over her body, her resistance only making him want her more.

"Let her go!" the other girl screamed, rushing toward him. He kicked a chair into her path, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

The girl in his arms tensed, glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "You're not ordinary," she muttered under her breath, fear creeping into her voice.

He chuckled darkly, his hand trailing down to her exposed thigh, squeezing it possessively. She winced, her body stiffening at his touch. She tried to punch him with her free hand, but again, he caught her easily.

With a flick of his wrist, he tore the mask from her face. Time seemed to freeze. His breath hitched as he took in her features, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Her hair tumbled free, cascading in waves that reminded him of the fairy-tale Rapunzel.

Her eyes-large and golden-sparkled with fury, and yet they were the exact shade of his favorite color. Her figure was perfect, delicate but undeniably feminine, and for a moment, all he could do was stare, completely mesmerized.

"Mona Lisa..." he breathed her name like a prayer.

She snarled, pulling futilely against his hold. "Let me go, you asshole!" she spat, before kneeing him hard in the stomach.

He groaned, the wind knocked out of him as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his midsection. She didn't waste a second. "Let's go!" she shouted to the other girl.

In a fluid motion, they threw a rope out the window and prepared their escape. As Mona Lisa climbed out, she glanced back one last time, only to find him watching her with a smirk plastered on his face.

She scoffed, flipping him off before disappearing into the night. He chuckled, blowing her a mocking kiss in return. His gaze lingered on the window long after she had gone, his lips curving into a sinister smile.

In his hand, he held the delicate blue necklace she had been wearing-a necklace with the name "Mona Lisa" engraved on it. He brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.

"Mine," he whispered to himself.

The door behind him burst open again, and his guards-limping and battered-rushed in. "Sir, are you alright?" one of them panted, his voice filled with concern.

He didn't answer, too lost in his thoughts. One of them noticed the blood trickling from a wound on his stomach. "Sir, you're bleeding!" the guard exclaimed, moving to help him.

He looked down, noticing the blood for the first time. He hadn't even felt it, too consumed by thoughts of the girl. Mona Lisa. His Mona Lisa.

"Let's get you to a hospital," the guard urged, but the man simply smirked, his mind still reeling with thoughts of her beauty and skill.

"Let her run," he muttered. "She'll be back. She doesn't know it yet, but she's mine."

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MONALISA: THE BILLIONAIRE SWEETHEART

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