Love Beyond the Lines

tradition. Elena Beaumont stood at the window of her bedroom, watching the sunset bleed into the horizon. T

revolved around mergers and acquisitions. Every smile was rehearsed, every word calculated. To

ther's voice floated through t

She looked perfect-because perfection was expected. Bu

discussed business expansions while Elena stared out the tinted glass, watching the city blur pa

smiled, nodded, and played her part. But as the speeches droned on

nto the cool night. The city smelled of rai

ed like he owned the night. Leather jacket, tousled hair, and eyes that carr

a heartbeat, the noi

?" His voice wa

ed away. Instead, sh

r the bike. "Hop on. I'll show

ing whispered yes. Before she could overthink, she slid behind him

laughter spilling from late-night diners. It was chaotic, raw, and real. For the first time in years, Elen