Julian Vane was the kind of man who didn't just walk into a room; he owned the air inside it. He was the city’s most "honest" billionaire, a title he’d earned by never making a promise he didn’t keep. But I knew the truth. Behind that sharp jawline and the bespoke Italian suits was a man built on a foundation of calculated deceptions.
The folder felt heavy in my hands, but his gaze felt heavier. In the empire of Julian Vane, every word was a chess move, and I had just realized I was already in checkmate.
"I’m exactly on time," I countered, dropping a thick folder onto his mahogany desk. "And I have the proof. You didn’t acquire the Sterling holdings through a fair auction. You lied to the board." El Rey De Las Mentiras Whitney G epub
"You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up from his desk.
The office was cold, but the tension between us was blistering. Julian Vane was the kind of man who
"What are you going to do with that folder?" he whispered, his voice like velvet over gravel. "Expose you."
He stood up, his presence looming over me. He was the King of Lies, and I was the only one who had finally caught him in the act. But as he stepped closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing, I realized the most dangerous lie of all was the one I was telling myself: that I actually wanted to take him down. Behind that sharp jawline and the bespoke Italian
Julian finally looked up, his eyes dark and unreadable. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "In this city, Elara, truth is a commodity. And I happen to have a monopoly on it."
