Her fashion brand, Monroe Atelier, had gained traction in recent months, but if she wanted to break into the luxury market, she needed investors. The Sterlings, one of the most influential families in the city, hosted this gala every year, and it was said that fortunes were made with a single conversation.
Elena scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Instead, her gaze locked onto a man across the room. He stood near the bar, his tailored tuxedo fitting him like a second skin. Dark hair framed a face that was all sharp angles and piercing blue eyes. He exuded confidence-no, power. People naturally gravitated toward him, their laughter forced as if his approval was currency.
"Liam Sterling," someone whispered nearby, confirming her suspicions.
Elena turned away, focusing on the task at hand. She couldn't afford distractions, no matter how enticing they looked.
Minutes later, Elena was engaged in conversation with a potential investor when a smooth, deep voice interrupted.
"Elena Monroe, I presume?"
She turned to find Liam Sterling standing before her, a glass of champagne in hand. Up close, his presence was even more intimidating. His gaze was sharp, assessing her like she was both a puzzle and a challenge.
"Yes," she replied, forcing a polite smile. "And you are?"
"Liam Sterling," he said, offering his hand. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Good things, I hope."
Liam's lips quirked into a faint smile. "Mostly. You've made quite the impression in the industry. Bold, ambitious, unrelenting. I admire that."
Elena raised an eyebrow. "Flattery doesn't usually work on me, Mr. Sterling."
"Good," he said, his tone playful but edged with something darker. "I wasn't trying to flatter you."
Their conversation was interrupted by an older man approaching with a commanding presence. He had the same sharp features as Liam but carried himself with an air of danger.
"Liam," the man said, his voice warm but firm. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your companion?"
"This is Elena Monroe," Liam said, his tone carefully neutral. "Elena, meet my uncle, Victor Kane."
Victor took her hand, his grip firm and lingering. "A pleasure, Ms. Monroe. I've heard about your work. Impressive for someone so young."
Elena's smile didn't falter, though the comment irked her. "Thank you, Mr. Kane. I've worked hard to get where I am."
Victor's gaze lingered, his smile almost predatory. "Ambition is admirable, but it can also be dangerous. I hope you know the game you're playing."
Elena's stomach tightened, but she refused to let her discomfort show. "I'm always prepared, Mr. Kane."
Victor's smile widened, but his eyes remained cold. "We'll see."
Later that evening, Elena slipped away from the main hall to catch her breath. She found herself on a balcony overlooking the city, the cool night air a welcome relief from the oppressive opulence inside.
"Escaping already?"
She turned to find Liam leaning against the railing, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Just needed a moment," she said.
"Victor has that effect on people," Liam said, his tone light but his eyes serious.
Elena crossed her arms. "Is that a warning?"
"Maybe," he said. "Victor doesn't like people he can't control."
"And you?" she asked. "Do you like people you can't control?"
Liam's smirk faded, replaced by something more sincere. "I don't control people, Elena. I offer them opportunities. What they do with them is up to them."
The intensity of his gaze made her pulse quicken, but she refused to be intimidated. "Then why approach me? What do you want, Liam?"
His silence stretched for a moment before he spoke. "I want to make you an offer. One that could change everything for you."
Elena frowned. "What kind of offer?"
"Partner with me," Liam said, his voice low and persuasive. "I'll help you take Monroe Atelier to heights you've never imagined. In return, I want a stake in your company-and your trust."
Elena hesitated, her mind racing. It was an offer too good to ignore, but the way he said "trust" made her uneasy.
"I'll think about it," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
"Do that," Liam said, stepping closer. "But think fast, Elena. Opportunities like this don't last forever."
As Elena returned to the ballroom, her thoughts were in turmoil. She didn't notice Victor watching her from across the room, his expression unreadable.
"She's interesting," Victor said to the man standing beside him, his voice low.
"Too interesting," the man replied.
Victor's lips curved into a smile. "Let's see how far she's willing to go."
Unknowing to Elena, a text was sent to her phone from an unknown number.
"Trust no one. Especially Liam Sterling."