My Two Billionaires

The surrounding music is intoxicating. Colored lights dance on the ceiling and floor, spreading across the walls and the dancing bodies of those present. Men and women, dressed in lavish and voluptuous attire, fill the room. Elena, doing her best to remain unnoticed, can't help but stare at everydetail of the place. That very day, she had been tasked with covering what could be the biggest scoop of her life; the news that would radically change her career and finally put her in the journalism spotlight. The high-heeled shoes cramped her feet; the neck jewelry and unnecessarily ostentatious earrings bothered the sensitive skin of her ears terribly, but she had nothing left to lose. Her triumph was undeniably near. Still walkingat a slow pace, gazing at the splendid sight that this place showed her, Elena noticed that many of the corridors were dark. Paying more attention, some of them led to rooms; strictly secretive rooms. She tried, but failed to stop the smile that crept across h

With blurred vision and a weakened body, Elena struggles to move, but cannot.Her senses seem distant and her legs refuse to obey her brain's commands. The loud sound of music echoes in her ears, mingling with the mocking laughter of the two sadistic men watching her."No..." she stammers, desperately trying to resist the sedation taking hold of her body.James and Evan approach her again, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Valentina joins them with a small gun in her hands, watching the scene with pleasure. The journalist was struggling to keep her eyes open and focused, but her body was quickly giving in to the action of the tranquilizer.The cold ground in contact with her skin was nothing compared to the icy tone of the dark-haired man's voice."It's a shame you've decided to do this the hard way," says James, watching the fallen woman. "But anyway, you already knew you wouldn't get out of here alive, didn't you?"Elena barely feels the strong, rough fingers of the two men hold