Chapter 2 The Morning After

Elena stared at the empty space beside her in the bed, her thoughts swirling in a storm of confusion and regret. The events of the previous night felt like a vivid dream-the mysterious man, his piercing eyes, the way he commanded her attention with just a glance. She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to make sense of it all.

Rising from the plush bed, she noticed a small note resting on the pillow. Her heart leapt as she unfolded the paper, only to find it blank. A wry laugh escaped her lips. Of course, a man like him wouldn't leave a name or explanation.

She dressed quickly and slipped out of the luxurious hotel suite, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. What had she been thinking? A one-night stand with a stranger was so unlike her. But the way he had looked at her, touched her-it was as if she had no choice but to follow the pull between them.

Elena returned to her modest apartment and tried to bury herself in work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him. Who was he? Why did he seem so familiar yet so unattainable? She shook her head, determined to forget him.

Meanwhile, in his penthouse office, Dominic Santoro leaned back in his leather chair, the memory of the mysterious woman haunting him. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was different. She wasn't like the socialites and heiresses who usually flocked to his parties. She didn't fawn over him or seem interested in his power.

"Find her," he finally ordered his most trusted lieutenant.

"Sir, we don't even have a name."

Dominic smirked, his dark eyes glinting. "Then look harder."

Little did they both know, their fates were already entwined.

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