Trapped by the Cold-hearted Billionaire.

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y mother, and still living in this smal

low your dr

through so much, raising me all alone for all the

r husband. My estranged father I never knew about, th

would surely pay off. It was all like a dre

I guess they say that good things come to good pe

Miss

offered a job at the prestigious Romano Enterpri

I knew. This was a once in a lifetime opportu

gentle sound, swallowing the world outside behind

ped inside, reflecting the endless white light fr

nervousness creeping into my chest. This was it Alina

and a father I never got to know. My peace. But to

, to find out what I was made of. "Good morning," I greeted the

ck like she belonged in a Vogue editor

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ant for the PR team." I replied. Her eyes finally lifted, scanning me f

I handed her the nearly printed letter I had received via email wh

long pause. Take the elevator to the thirty

lder. The thirty-fourth floor opened up into something

top people at the company worked. "Are you Miss Alina?" A young

plied, smoothing

Romano Enterprises. I'll walk you through ev

you," I

ce. The office space stretched out like a glass maze.

ost as if she had read my mind. "This place works un

e. "Don't worry." She muttered under her breath. "They all look at

ally turned to a corner and entered a small office. A desk sat in th

ted on a meat placard: Alina Moretti- PR Executive Assistant. "Th

ole might be reassigned depending on

was hired specifically for the PR team?" She let out a faint sm

a short buzz came through her earpiece. Sh

, nothing good about the tone of her voice.

'll be meeting the CEO shortly."

nts to meet you personally. Come with me

eo R

tal reputation. A man too young to be that power

ut he was surely handsome in a dangerous way, always dress

y? It just didn't make sense. But still, I nodded and followed

lready turning into something else. I had to stay posit

t was to finally meet him.