"You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up from his desk.
Julian Vane was the kind of man who didn't just walk into a room; he owned the air inside it. He was the city’s most "honest" billionaire, a title he’d earned by never making a promise he didn’t keep. But I knew the truth. Behind that sharp jawline and the bespoke Italian suits was a man built on a foundation of calculated deceptions. El Rey De Las Mentiras Whitney G epub
He stood up, his presence looming over me. He was the King of Lies, and I was the only one who had finally caught him in the act. But as he stepped closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing, I realized the most dangerous lie of all was the one I was telling myself: that I actually wanted to take him down. "You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up
Julian finally looked up, his eyes dark and unreadable. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "In this city, Elara, truth is a commodity. And I happen to have a monopoly on it." But I knew the truth
The folder felt heavy in my hands, but his gaze felt heavier. In the empire of Julian Vane, every word was a chess move, and I had just realized I was already in checkmate.
"What are you going to do with that folder?" he whispered, his voice like velvet over gravel. "Expose you."