Christian Moretti was a man forged from shadows.
At thirty, he stood at the pinnacle of the business world, not by chance, but by an unrelenting will sharpened through years of ruthless ambition and a hidden mafia leader ruling underworld. They called him the King of Commerce, the Billionaire Butcher, the Man with No Soul—titles whispered in corporate halls where power and fear were currency. In underworld they called him the Lucifer and heartless cause of his ruthless and merciless decisions.
His presence was magnetic and chilling. Six-foot-three, with a sculpted frame draped in tailored Armani, he commanded every room with a single glance. His features were carved with cruel precision: high cheekbones, a strong angular jaw, and piercing steel-grey eyes that seemed to see through façades straight to the bone. Raven-black hair, always impeccably styled, completed the look of a man untouchable by time or mercy.
Christian’s aura was impenetrable, a dark fog that followed him—cold, calculated, deadly. Smiles were rare, and warmth nonexistent. He spoke in clipped tones, every word laced with the power to destroy or command. In a decade, he had built an empire stretching across continents. Banks bowed to him. Governments negotiated with him. Rivals fell, one after another.
Yet despite the wealth and the headlines, Christian remained an enigma. Alone. Unreachable. The world revered him, but none dared love him.
Ellena Williams was a creature of light. At twenty-one, she was the embodiment of innocence untouched by the world’s darker edges. The only daughter of New York social elites, Ellena lived in a sunlit Manhattan apartment that seemed to reflect her very soul—soft hues, fresh flowers, and a quiet elegance that needed no adornment.
She moved with an effortless grace, her golden hair cascading in waves down her back, eyes a striking shade of cerulean blue that held kindness in their depths. Her skin was porcelain smooth, her smile a balm to any heart. Friends called her an angel. To her parents, she was their cherished princess—the embodiment of every hope they’d ever dreamed.
A student of fine arts, Ellena spent her days between classes, charity events, and painting in her small studio. Her world was one of beauty and compassion—a stark contrast to the ruthless machines of power her family brushed shoulders with.
She knew of Christian Moretti, of course—who didn’t? He graced the covers of Forbes and the Wall Street Journal, a modern-day Midas. But he was a distant myth, a storm she’d never imagined would cross her path.
Fate, however, had other plans.
And when light meets shadow, something inevitable is born.
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