rile hospital air she'd just escaped. She glanced at the framed picture on her bedside table - a younger versi
n. The diagnosis – a rare and aggressive form of leukemia – had been a blow, a cruel twist of fate.
rld of opulent parties, champagne fountains, and whispered secrets. A world where Ethan Thorne, the enigma
e knew it was a transaction, a calculated exchange. Her
n, felt a pang of self-consciousness amidst the glittering gowns and designer suits. Her w
room, a captivating presence. His dark eyes held a depth that hinted at secrets
a diamond-encrusted smile sauntered toward him, her laugh tinkling like a silver bell. Ethan's gaze met hers briefly, a
e was familiar with, the shadow of being invisible, of not measuring up. But tonight, she had a pu
made her turn. "Elena
a carefully cultivated smile. "Ethan's waiting for you," he said, his
sign? Or a warning? Her hand trembled as she accepted the glass
th stern gazes and golden chandeliers that cast an ethereal glow. The air humme
e. Ethan sat in a leather armchair, his gaze fixed on the flames. He gestured tow
e a low rumble, "I've hear
nience, a blip in the smooth flow of his life. But Elena k
ued, his eyes meeting hers. "We c
were a business deal, a simple transaction of goods and servi
rne?" Elena asked, her voice stead
verything, Elena." He leaned forward, his eyes glitter
a chilling emptiness. Elena felt a wave of nausea, a sense
ispered, her voice barely aud
iful thing. "It means," he said, his voic
his gaze burning into hers, and Elena felt a shiver run down her spine
rm against her ear. "And I,
mand?" she repeated, her voice a hollow echo. "
ldn't dare presume to know what you want, Elena.
se she couldn't afford to trust. She knew the price of paradise. It was a life, her mot
at perhaps, this arrangement, this bargain forged in desperation, could be something more. A dangerous hope flickered within he
g desire, knew this was only the beginning. This was just the first move in a game with no clear rules, a gamble with everything a