The Billionaire's Second Chance Heiress

nd dark suits, creating a hushed and elegant atmosphere. She was not one of them, or at least, she was not yet. Beside her, her parents chatted with familiar faces, influential members o

man tonight, a man who would mark the beginning of her own ascension. Gabriel Blackwell, the heir to the industrial colossus Blackwell Enterprises. Everything was calculated: the reception, the allia

abriel... Gabriel Blackwell was the alpha, the one who, fresh out of the economic war, dragged behind him the weight of an empire whose roots sank d

ors. She felt an icy shiver run down her spine as she approached the man, his gaze determined, but his heart light, almost carefree. She didn't know why it seemed

ormality in a succession of events he controlled with an iron fist. He greeted her with a nod, without

y raised his eyebrows, as if to show his disinterest. He took a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters and handed it to Sophia without really looking at her

ed her, had forged her for this kind of moment. But she... Sophia felt like a stranger in this world of pretense. She was not like those other wome

?" Gabriel asked with a slight smirk. He seemed to be mocking her, as if he

l, let's just say I'm still learning," she replied, fals

You have to be willing to make sacrifices. To understand what's really at stake." He held up a hand to inte

tand the stakes of a world he embodied? But she didn't answer. Not yet. Not in front of him. Not in t

ntly. She stood there alone, like a shadow in the shadows, her body frozen in a stillness that felt more like

who would change her life, the one who would make her an infl

ng. She found a small balcony, there, apart, under a sky of icy blackness. She let herself fall into

ne than ever. In this golden world, there were only moving parts, alliances formed and deformed according to interests, desires and

ng a meaningless encounter dictated by power games and appearances define her future. She was bar