**Title: Taming the Billionaire’s Heart** **Blurb/Description:** Damien Cross is the quintessential untouchable billionaire—ruthless in business, reckless in affairs, and convinced that love is a weakness. His mantra: never get attached. But everything changes when he meets Elena Hart, an ambitious interior designer who is smart, sassy, and completely unfazed by his charm. Charged with redesigning Damien’s luxury penthouse, Elena finds herself in a heated battle of wills with the billionaire. Their fiery debates lead to unexpected attraction, blurring the lines between hate and desire. For the first time, Damien is drawn to someone who refuses to yield. However, when an ex-girlfriend resurfaces, claiming to be pregnant, doubts arise, testing both trust and love. Elena, cautious after being hurt before, faces a tough decision: fight for Damien or protect her heart. Damien, determined to prove he’s worth the risk, is ready to do whatever it takes to keep her. In a world where every move is scrutinized, he’s prepared to break every rule to win her over.
View MoreThe morning after the gala, Elena sat at her desk at Cross Enterprises, trying to focus on her work. But it wasn’t the designs or the meetings that had her mind racing. It was the night before — the way Damien had looked at her, the way his touch had lingered just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.His presence had been overwhelming, suffocating in the most dangerous way. But she had kept her composure, maintained her professionalism, even when he’d brushed his fingers against hers in a way that made her heart race. It was the little things — the way he spoke to her, how he seemed to know exactly when to push and when to pull back.And the way he had made her feel. Alive. Powerful. But also… vulnerable.She couldn’t shake it.Her phone buzzed on her desk, breaking her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw the familiar name — Damien Cross. A twinge of nerves rippled through her. She hadn’t expected to hear from him so soon after the gala. It had only been a fe
The following days felt like walking a tightrope, each step uncertain, each glance from Damien Cross like a gust of wind threatening to send her plummeting. Elena had been pushing herself harder than ever to stay focused on her work, but no matter how much she tried to drown out the distracting pull of his attention, she couldn’t escape the storm brewing between them. It had been a week since their last meeting. The designs she had submitted had been approved, but Damien hadn’t let up on the pressure. His messages, his subtle challenges, they were constant. There was no avoiding him in the office, no matter how much she tried to keep things professional. He was everywhere—hovering in the background, lurking in the corners of her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. And yet, there was something undeniably magnetic about their encounters. Every time they met, the air between them crackled with an intensity she hadn’t expected. The tension, the way their words danced in the spa
Elena awoke to the shrill buzz of her alarm, dragging her from restless dreams. Groaning, she silenced it and rubbed her eyes, her thoughts tangled with the presence of Damien Cross. His gaze, his words, the magnetic pull of his persona—it was all too much.She moved to the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her composed, confident self was gone, replaced by someone who looked haunted, uncertain. She clenched her jaw. No, she thought. She wasn’t here to be undone by him. She was Elena Hart, and she had come to prove herself—not to him, but to herself.Dressed in a sharp, elegant dress that boosted her confidence, Elena grabbed her portfolio and stepped out the door. This was a new day, and she would not falter.At Cross Enterprises, the hum of energy was palpable. The receptionist greeted her warmly. “Good morning, Ms. Hart. Mr. Cross is expecting you.”Elena nodded, suppressing the flutter in her chest as she entered the elevator. The ride up was eerily quiet, giving he
Elena had never been one to shy away from confrontation, but as she stepped into the sleek, high-rise office of Cross Enterprises the following morning, her nerves tingled with anticipation. Yesterday’s meeting had left her feeling victorious, but it was a bittersweet triumph. She hadn’t just fought for her designs, she had fought for her place in Damien Cross’s world—a world that was dangerous, powerful, and intoxicating.As the elevator ascended, the city skyline unfolding in front of her, Elena caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her face was calm, composed, but beneath the surface, she could feel the flicker of something that she couldn’t quite name. She wasn’t sure what she was walking into today.But one thing was certain—Damien Cross was a force she couldn’t ignore, and for reasons that made her pulse race with both excitement and dread.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Elena walked toward the reception desk, where a young woman looked u
The rain poured in steady sheets outside the towering glass windows of Cross Enterprises. It wasn’t a light drizzle or a gentle patter — it was the kind of rain that drenched you within seconds, wild and relentless, much like the storm brewing inside Elena Hart.Her heels clicked with purpose as she marched toward the conference room, her jaw tight, her portfolio clutched firmly against her side like a shield. She wasn’t just walking; she was on a mission.“Ms. Hart, Mr. Cross is already—” the receptionist started, but Elena raised a hand, her eyes fixed forward.“I know,” she said, not slowing down. She didn’t have time for pleasantries.The nerves from the previous night had transformed into a wildfire of determination. She had stayed up until 3:00 AM perfecting her designs, going over every color, texture, and finish with a precision that rivaled the man she was about to face.Impress me, Damien had said.Her lips pressed into a line. Watch me.She stopped at the sleek conference r
The hum of the design studio echoed softly around Elena as she settled into her workspace. Her fingers brushed over the smooth drafting table, eyes flitting over the neatly arranged swatches and tools. It smelled of fresh paper, clean linen, and faint traces of leather — the kind of scent that whispered power.She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. First day. Big break. No mistakes. Her phone buzzed; it was a text from Brielle.Brielle: Have you met him yet? Is he as fine as the internet says? 👀Elena shook her head, grinning despite herself. She glanced around the open studio, careful not to draw attention as she typed back.Elena: He’s… intense.Brielle’s response came within seconds.Brielle: So he’s FINE. Got it. Don’t fall for him, girl. That’s a trap with a capital T.Elena snorted softly, shoving her phone back into her bag. Don’t worry, Brielle. He’s the last person I’d fall for.Her gaze shifted across the room, landing on the sleek, glass-walled office where Damien Cr
The rain came down in sharp sheets, tapping relentlessly against the windows of Elena Hart’s tiny apartment. She sat cross-legged on the couch, cradling a cup of tea, her eyes locked on her laptop screen. Her inbox was open, the cursor hovering over an unread email from Cross Enterprises. Her heart thudded in her chest. Weeks of waiting had led to this moment. The opportunity to leave her cramped one-bedroom apartment and escape the constant penny-pinching. “Just open it,” she muttered, gripping the mug tighter. With a steadying breath, she clicked. Subject: Job Application – Cross Enterprises Status: Congratulations Her eyes widened. “Congratulations?” Her gaze flew down the email. > Dear Ms. Hart, We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the position of Lead Interior Designer for the Cross Enterprises Penthouse Renovation Project. This role will require your direct involvement with CEO Damien Cross to execute his vision. Please review the attached contr
The rain came down in sharp sheets, tapping relentlessly against the windows of Elena Hart’s tiny apartment. She sat cross-legged on the couch, cradling a cup of tea, her eyes locked on her laptop screen. Her inbox was open, the cursor hovering over an unread email from Cross Enterprises. Her heart thudded in her chest. Weeks of waiting had led to this moment. The opportunity to leave her cramped one-bedroom apartment and escape the constant penny-pinching. “Just open it,” she muttered, gripping the mug tighter. With a steadying breath, she clicked. Subject: Job Application – Cross Enterprises Status: Congratulations Her eyes widened. “Congratulations?” Her gaze flew down the email. > Dear Ms. Hart, We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the position of Lead Interior Designer for the Cross Enterprises Penthouse Renovation Project. This role will require your direct involvement with CEO Damien Cross to execute his vision. Please review the attached contr...
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