Owned by a man I couldn't trust

ght. But the moment he saw her, his f

t to fu

less. But br

is voice low and intense. His assistant loo

er in my b

oment, he wondered if he had misheard. But Alex's eyes were dark, fi

ys he hadn't expected. And it happe

hou

ng through the curtains untouched by human hands. No one dared disturb him, not even his personal assistant, Andrew, nor t

her movements slow and hesitant. She winced with every step, her face pale and etched with discomfo

man of power, ruthlessness, and a temper as volatile as the markets he dominated. This was her first and last time in his world, a

ure commanding even in casual moments. Born into a dynasty of wealth, Alex had never known struggle. His mother and grandfather had ensured that h

. This hotel suite, like many of the towering buildings in the skyline, was part of his empire. His connections extended beyond the world of

ays were consumed by the demands of his sprawling empire. He r

Andrew, entered the suite with quiet efficiency,

ew greeted, his tone as po

d commanding, yet there was a calmness about him that put people at ease. His aura was undeniable, st

w the people he interacted with. His voice matched his demeanor, polite and composed, every word carefully chosen. He was

detached voice, one that could chi

d, waving a dismissive hand. "And make su

utine. For Alex, this wasn't an unus

hore. The excitement he had once sought in fleeting encounters had dulled over time. It wasn't ab

ing monotony. Yet he continued, convincing himself that he deserved these indulgences. After all, his

ouldn't quite name. Yet the idea of commitment, of seeing the same face day after day, r

one when he co

throat, pulling Al

owroom today. He has invited you personally to cut the ribbon f

exhausting, but unavoidable. He understood the importance of maintaining alliances with powerfu

een collecting RW watches for six years. The new collection,

x? He wasn't fazed. The first piece of this limited-edition co

d he would attend. For Richard, Alex's presence would be inv

stom-made suits to a curated collection of colognes. After his meticulous morning routine, he donned a sleek, tailored suit that per

f. His pale skin contrasted against the darkness of his tailored suits, exuding an air of effortless sophistication. Wealth clung

just a piercing, merciless gaze that seemed to strip away pretense and leave others vulnerable under his scru

ance. Spoiled by wealth and hardened by power, he carried himself as though the world existed to bow to his will. Emotion,

from his staff and bodyguards. One guard, speaking into

espect and fear flickering in their eyes. No one dared to meet his gaze. His excl

settling into the leather seat with a practiced air of authority. Andrew jo

leading and one trailing,

target for envious rivals and hidden enemies. His grandfather, understanding the dangers of

his influence and privilege. He scoffed at the thought of people clamoring to see the new design, knowing h

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