“Let me see it one last time.”
Marcus handed him the tablet. Julian scrolled through the names. It was a who’s who of the world’s elite: senators, Texas oil tycoons, Silicon Valley tech moguls, and European royalty. It was the night Julian had worked toward for five years. Tonight he wasn’t merely attending—he was the keynote speaker. He was expected to announce a merger that would make him a billionaire for the third time.
His finger stopped on a name near the top of the VIP list: Elara Thorn.
Julian’s lips tightened. A mix of irritation and embarrassment rose in his chest. He pictured Elara: sweet, quiet—the woman who wore oversized sweaters, spent her days tending the garden at their Connecticut estate, and whose idea of a wild night was baking sourdough bread.
She was the woman who had supported him when he was a broke college student. Yes, she had paid the rent when his first company failed—but that was then. This was now.
“She doesn’t fit in,” Julian muttered.
