Bound by the Billionaire's Relentless Desire

shion House, casting golden hues on polished wooden floors beneath. Not

. Piles of unpaid invoices cluttered her desk alongside grim financial

ate under the weight of mounting debt, with the

sweat and sheer dogged determination into it slowly. It began modestly as a bo

thing squarely in Sherry's shaky hands b

ng slowly upward toward a framed pho

ront, beaming with evident delight. Margo Hart's mother had

extraordinary in collaboration. Giving up

that fell down her back in loose waves,

acy; hundreds of workers relied on the company for their livelihood-people who had dedic

alls went unreturned eventually. She spearheaded numerous ventures, proposed innovative strategies, and offered p

ptly afterward. Every shutdown hovered ominously over struggling companies like a suffocating vise

s solitary endeavor by herself. Sherry felt utterly drain

. Her phone buzzed loudly on the desk, pulling her abruptly from deep

Sherry picked up slowly beneath her breath and braced herself in

g," Sherry re

Blac

ry needs a miracle now. Her friend's voice rang out remarkably

countered. "If anyone can pull Margo Fa

ily, I'm listening. "How do I even get a

ie said confidently. "Yo

ely around the phone. Everybody knew that guy a cutthroat billionaire behind Blackwood Industries' sudden ascent into a formidab

d for generosity. Sophie countered, He's known for resu

ut of options and took a wildly improbable chanc

h confidence. And that Mr. Blac

eady somehow. The sleek glass building loomed large as a symbol of immense power and prestige somehow.

ng the fabric with incredibly clammy hands beneath dim light.

her sharp gazes, making her intensely aware of the high stakes. She stepped into a minimalist yet opulent waiting space after

fternoo

rt, right?" The

se," Sherr

kwood awa

hts, and her nerves intensify. His office doors were made of dark wood, had gold handles, and were pr

ed her amidst expensive cologne fragrances. The office space

as they stepped into the office, sleek, shad

Hart is here," the

ave us," En

ea

hind the secretary, leav

k to her, still as a sc

f his jet-black suit, hugging the sharp cut of his shoulders, and defining

man built for w

l just to have a h

rry," she muttered inwardly, c

pping closer, slipping her hands beneath his fine jacket. Sherry was feeling the heat of his body thr

h against him. She could almost feel the heat of his breath skimming her lips, the tension coiled in his body ready to sna

our eyes?" Enzo's voice snapped like a

te your im

through the silenc

e recovered quickly

rn

ug

he added, still not facin

er knees didn't

ty breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline, and her focus was somewhere else entirely upstairs. Enzo Blackwood stood b

deeply. This

brands in the fashion industry. With the right investment, we can turn it around. You'

low, knowing smirk. "And wh

knowing this was wher

bag and pulled out a car

once we stabilize. Skilled artisans and fiercely loyal customers are

tly, tapping a finger agai

finally spoke again. "I don't do charity, Ms. H

," she countered. "And I'm willi

omething, I expe

"Full control?" Enzo's v

ack, crossing

t sank. "What

ween them, heavy with

nd if I help you, I want full control, no conditions. And I expect

, no exceptions. That's the deal." You'll report t

the audacity of his demand.

t," he said flatly. "You came

g on her tongue. But the truth was gla

l the end of tomorrow to decide.

ation and disbelief battling wit

lk away. But remember, when Margo Fashion

begun, and she had n