Rich & Reckless She's his greatest temptation. He's her forbidden love.

he clinking of glasses, the fake smiles plastered across perfectly sculpted fac

illionaires, moguls, socialites-each of them swarming like moths around the brightest flame. Ella had grown accustomed to their gaze, to the way they eyed her w

wd. Her focus wasn't on the people. It never was. It was on the art-on her art, hanging proudly on the far wall in a grand, gold-f

f them. And she

ghter too loud, too exaggerated. It was impossible to miss the man in the center of it all-Logan Pierce. The billionaire

iar frustration

hing she needed in her l

cks. But it wasn't just his looks that drew attention. It was the effortless confidence he exuded. The way he smiled like h

Money. Power. Charm. And

eir wealth bought them everything, even love. They were the ones who lived in a world so detac

was the way he carried himself. His presence was magnetic, pulling everyone in. Even now, as he leaned against the bar, talking to a woman with platinum blonde hair and

throwing themselves at his feet just to get a taste of his world. She was different. She had work

'd carefully built around hersel

rk there, something electric, something dangerous. He held her gaze for a beat too long, as if he was cons

wed hard, l

he told herself. "Don'

s easier sa

e kind of man y

s cutting through the sea of people. Ella knew exact

d no illusions about his intentions. Men like Logan didn't look at women like her un

nuckles going white. She couldn't back dow

he simply stood there for a moment, eyeing her with that confident, predat

ing. His eyes shifted down to her name tag for a brief mo

le. "I'm surprised you know my name,"

an just your name, Ella. I know all about

tay composed. "I'm glad

it," he said. "I've heard people talk ab

ebrow, unimpressed. "Is that

that's hard to do in a world full of copycats." He paused, his gaze lingering a little too lo

le," she cut him o

hen it returned, even more dangerous than

ldn't shake. He was challenging her, pushing her to respond. He w

gaze, refusing to let him see

said flatly, taking another ste

d, his voice low. "I think you and I coul

ck to him, walking toward her art, trying to p

esence behind her. She didn't turn around, but

or all her resolve, she wasn't quite as