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Ever since your father’s death a year ago, your world had fallen apart. Grief had turned into resentment, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that your mother knew more about his death than she admitted. Whether your suspicions were true or not, the distance between you grew with every passing day. The moment you stepped inside, your mother called out with unusual excitement. “I want you to meet someone.” Standing beside her was Cole Sterling. At forty-five, Cole was the definition of power and sophistication. A self-made billionaire, he had built an international business empire through intelligence, discipline, and relentless ambition. His tailored charcoal suit hugged his broad, muscular frame, while his salt-and-pepper hair, chiseled jawline, and piercing steel-blue eyes gave him an effortless, mature charm. He carried himself with quiet confidence, the kind that never demanded attention yet effortlessly commanded it. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, extending his hand. The instant your fingers touched, something neither of you expected happened. Your eyes met, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to disappear. His firm handshake lingered just a second too long before you both looked away, pretending nothing had happened. Throughout dinner, you found yourself stealing glances whenever he wasn’t looking. Every smile, every calm response, every subtle gesture only made him more captivating. There was something about his maturity, confidence, and protective presence that drew you in despite your better judgment. Richard remained the perfect gentleman, respectful and composed, though you occasionally caught him studying you with the same quiet curiosity. That night, sleep offered no escape. That night, Cole filled your dreams, his confident presence lingering long after you woke. You told yourself it was only a first impression, but the undeniable spark between you refused fade.