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Aira, The Billionaire's Lover (Brother's Lover)

Aira, The Billionaire's Lover (Brother's Lover)

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I never thought that one night could change everything in my life. Jason Blackwood, the rich man that every woman wanted, looked at me from across the hall. He wasn't supposed to do it. I was only there to promote my business. I'm a single mom trying to make ends meet. But the way his eyes burned into mine made me feel like he knew every secret I was trying to hide. Then Jason's brother Ethan showed up. The man I loved before. This is the man who left me with a child he had no idea about. There are different reasons why each brother wants me back now. One because of love. The other is out of power. Jason makes me feel alive, wanted...safe. Ethan makes me remember everything I wish I could forget. But when love becomes a battlefield of politics, rage, and lust, every touch turns dangerous. Every kiss hides a secret. And the biggest one of all, Liro's true father could kill us all. I thought I was done being someone's secret. But in the Blackwood world... no secret stays hidden forever. Because one of them will kill for love. And the other... might die for it.

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Chapter 1 The Encounter

The Blackwood Foundation's annual charity gala glittered with golden chandeliers, champagne flutes, and murmurs of wealth. It was one of those events where the city's elite came to parade their fortunes under the guise of giving back. The hum of polished laughter echoed off marble walls, and the perfume of roses mingled with the scent of expensive cologne.

Jason Blackwood had been to dozens of these, yet tonight felt different. The ballroom was filled with familiar faces, politicians, CEOs, heirs to old money. His sharp black tuxedo fit him like a second skin, but what set him apart wasn't the tailored cut or the billionaire title. It was the presence he carried: the quiet confidence of a man who knew the world bent for him.

He moved through the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand, nodding politely to investors and foreign dignitaries. His mind, however, wasn't on small talk. He hated these events, but they were necessary for the Blackwood name and for the empire he had built; Blackwood AgroTech, the global leader in egg production and export.

Tonight, though, even the speeches and donations felt like background noise and mere words. Something unseen hovered and was waiting.

And then he saw her.

A flash of emerald green fabric, a soft laugh carried over the music. Across the ballroom, a woman stood near the silent auction table, reading the descriptions of priceless art pieces. Her gown hugged her figure in a way that made him forget the dull chatter surrounding him. The crystal lights caught in her hair, framing her face in delicate shadows drew him near.

Jason rarely stared. He never allowed himself to. But this time, he couldn't look away, he couldn't keep his gaze off. The orchestra's notes seemed to blur; the noise of the gala dimmed, and for a heartbeat, it was as if the room had folded in around them.

"Mr. Blackwood," a senator interrupted, extending a hand. Jason shook it firmly, exchanged a few words, but his attention never truly returned. By the time he looked back, the woman had moved, weaving through the crowd with a grace that intrigued him. Who was she?

Aira Daniels adjusted the strap of her gown nervously as she made her way toward the refreshment table. She didn't belong here. At least, that's how she felt. She was only here because her company had been hired to handle part of the marketing campaign for the gala. Her boss had insisted she attended, so she could network. Networking was the last thing on her mind. She just wanted to do her job and leave before anyone noticed she wasn't from their world.

Still, she couldn't deny the breathtaking beauty of the place, the chandeliers dripping with crystals, the polished marble floors, the orchestra playing softly in the background. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to feel enchanted. Until she felt it. A gaze. Strong, steady, unwavering.

She looked up and their eyes met.

Her breath caught. The man was striking. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features that seemed carved for power. His tuxedo whispered wealth, but it was his eyes piercing, assessing that made her feel bare. He looked at her as if he already knew her. As if he had claimed her without saying a word.

Aira quickly turned back to her glass, her pulse racing. She had learned the hard way what men like that could do to women like her. She had a son waiting at home. She couldn't afford distractions, especially ones that came wrapped in billionaire charm.

Jason decided he wasn't going to leave it at that. He set his wine glass aside and moved through the crowd with purpose. People tried to distract him with compliments but his focus didn't waver. When he reached her, she was pretending to be fascinated by the display of desserts.

"Tell me," he said, his voice smooth, confident. "Which one's worth trying?"

Aira blinked, startled. "Excuse me?"

He gave a small smile, one corner of his mouth lifting. "The desserts. You've been staring at them for five minutes. I figured you must know which is the best."

Heat crept up her neck. "I wasn't-" She stopped, realizing denial was pointless. "The lemon tart. Probably."

Jason picked up a tart from the tray and held it. "Then I'll trust your judgment." He extended his hand. "Jason Blackwood."

Her stomach sank. Blackwood? The name was familiar, but she couldn't place it immediately. Still, she accepted his handshake, her palm fitting awkwardly against his firm grasp. "Aira Daniels," she replied softly.

Jason studied her, repeating the name in his mind like a secret. Aira. It suited her. "So, Aira Daniels," he said, testing it on his tongue. "Are you always this good at rescuing strangers from bad dessert choices?"

She gave a reluctant laugh. "Only when they ask."

It was dangerous, this banter. She knew it. And yet, standing this close, she felt her defenses slipping. Jason wanted to know everything. Where she was from. Why he had never seen her at events before. Why she seemed so out of place, yet more captivating than anyone else in the room.

But before he could ask, the host called for attention. A speech was about to begin. The crowd shifted, drawing them apart. Jason leaned in slightly. "Don't disappear after this. I want to talk again."

Aira's heart thudded. She didn't reply, just turned toward the stage, but she knew she was already in trouble. Because Jason Blackwood, the billionaire every woman whispered about had just noticed her. And no matter how much she wanted to stay invisible, something told her he wasn't the kind of man to let go once he had set his eyes on someone.

The chandeliers glowed brighter as applause erupted for the host, but in Jason's mind, the evening's true discovery wasn't on stage. It was a woman in emerald who made him feel, for the first time in years, that the game had just changed

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