eam, she confronted the harsh reality of their situation. The company was sinking under the weight of an astronomical amount of debt. The situa

were in attendance. It was an opulent event, held in the grand ballroom of the city's most luxurious hotel. Alex had prepared herself for

naire, Ethan was renowned in the corporate world for his cutthroat business strategies and his immense wealth. At th

tense workouts. His hair was jet black, cropped short, providing a stark contrast against his porcelain skin. His eyes were a dee

l-defined, chiseled jaw. His lips were thin, yet expressive, often curled up in a smirk that left people around him unsettled. His styl

his brusque manner, his towering pride, and his palpable arrogance. His encounters were marked by his sharp wit and often

is blatant disregard for the formalities, irked her. Yet, amidst the disdain and the pompousness, Alex saw something in Ethan - a fierce determination, a relentless drive that matched her ow

ing of glasses, and the melodious notes of a string quartet. Underneath the grand chandelier

ine and slender shoulder straps, highlighted her creamy skin and elegant collarbone. The back was a stunning low-cut, adding an air of allure. Her fiery chestnu

r strength were like a beacon in the crowd. He found his eyes returning to her again and again, an inexplicable pull

on was fury, feeling deceived and ready to sue for misrepresentation in their business dealings. Alex, who w

with him, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "Please, Mr. Blackwood," she implored, "let'

ged silence, he finally spoke, "I have a proposition for you, Miss Monro

ore the fact that this could potentially save her father's company, save the legacy that her father was so desperate to preserve. It was a monstrous decision, one she knew