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er laptop, the familiar weight of it comforting in her hands. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, before finally typing his name into the search bar—Alexander Devine. The results came flooding in—a deluge of articles and gossip columns chronicling Alexander's lavish lifestyle, his string of high-profile relationships, his reputation as a notorious playboy. Elena's heart sank as she read through the headlines, each one painting a picture of a man completely at ease in the world of wealth and privilege—a world that Elena could never hope to be a part of. She scrolled through the articles, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her felt a twinge of envy, a pang of longing for a life she could only dream of. But beneath it all lurked a deeper sense of sadness—a sense of loss for something she couldn't quite name. Was it envy, she wondered, or something else entirely? Sh

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p, especially not after the heartbreak he had endured in the past. He had grown to be a heartless business mogul, his sole focus on acquiring more wealth and power, and he had no intention of letting anyone—especially not a woman—distract him from his goals. As he settled into the plush comfort of his favorite armchair, Alexander forced himself to concentrate on the stack of paperwork that awaited him on his desk. He buried himself in the intricacies of business deals and financial projections, the familiar hum of numbers and calculations providing a welcome distraction from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his mind. But no matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn't shake the memory of Elena's piercing gaze, her eyes seeming to see straight through the carefully constructed walls he had