Chapter 1 The celebrity hangout

Miami shone under the Valentine's shine - roses in shop windows, couples giggling by the ocean side, and very good quality eateries reserved for quite a long time. The air was thick with the fragrance of sentiment, a mix of costly scents, fresh sea breeze, and the inconspicuous smell of fine wine floating from housetop bars.

In the midst of this, two very rich person closest companions, Dante Kingston and Xavier Cole, traveled through the city with the sort of easy certainty that just accompanied influence and abundance. Both were fourth-age abundance inheritors, their names inseparable from impact and notoriety.

Dante, the magnetic land investor, felt weak at the knees over quick vehicles, quicker bargains, and a considerably quicker dating life. With his sharp mind and stunning grin, he was the existence of each and every first class assembling, the one who could make million-dollar bargains toward the beginning of the day and appeal a supermodel around evening time.

Xavier, then again, was Miami's subtle tech virtuoso. With a fortune based on computerized reasoning and network safety, he flourished in the realm of codes and calculations, leaning toward sharp procedure over friendly games. However, in spite of his saved nature, he had a demeanor of secret that ladies viewed as compelling.

A Bet on Adoration

As they got out of an extravagance watch store on Collins Road, Dante inspected his new Rolex, smiling.

"Valentine's season, my person! Time to spend on ladies who will fail to remember us by Easter."

Xavier grinned, changing his own watch.

"Represent yourself. I'm searching for genuine love this year."

Dante burst into giggling, his rich, profound laugh reverberating down the road.

"In Miami? Where ladies love ledgers more than hearts? Best of luck with that."

Xavier shook his head. "Few out of every odd lady is that way, Dante. Perhaps you simply haven't met the right one."

Dante jeered. "Furthermore, you assume you have? What, you hope to stroll into a bistro, find a young lady understanding Shakespeare, and very much like that - genuine romance?"

Xavier shrugged, an energetic glimmer in his eye. "More bizarre things have occurred."

Dante grinned, stepping before him. "Okay, virtuoso. How about we make it fascinating. A bet."

"A bet?" Xavier raised an eyebrow.

"Better believe it. You think genuine love actually exists, I say it's a fantasy. Thus, how about we see - in the event that you find 'genuine affection' before the current year's over, I'll give you my Ferrari LaFerrari."

Xavier laughed, entertained. "What's more, in the event that I don't?"

Dante's smile broadened. "Then you concede I was correct from the start, and you give me that personal luxury plane you won't ever utilize."

Xavier thought about it briefly. The bet was ludicrous - yet something about it interested him.

"Bargain."

They shook hands, fixing the bet that would change their lives for eternity.

The Party of the Year

That evening, the world class of Miami assembled at the most luxurious occasion of the time - the Valentine's Disguise Ball. Facilitated at one of Dante's penthouses, it was a pamper issue with gold light fixtures, a housetop dance floor, and a list if people to attend loaded up with superstars, Presidents, and models.

Dante, wearing an all-dark tuxedo with a smooth veil, reviewed the room. Ladies inclined toward him like moths to a fire, their eyes shining with interest.

"One more evening, one more heart to break," he mumbled to himself.

Xavier, wearing a profound naval force suit with a silver-managed veil, was less worried about the group. He tasted his bourbon gradually, his sharp look checking the space for something - or somebody - unique.

And afterward - he saw her.

The One Who Didn't Have a place

At the most distant finish of the room, close to the overhang, a lady remained solitary. Not at all like the others, she wasn't attempting to intrigue anybody. She wasn't hung in precious stones or going after consideration.

She wore a straightforward, exquisite dark dress that embraced her figure in the perfect manner. Her dull earthy colored twists flowed down her back, and her emerald-green eyes held something neither one of the men had found in quite a while - a tranquil certainty.

Dante, seeing Xavier's gaze, followed his look and grinned.

"God help us. Kindly don't let me know this is your 'genuine romance' second."

Xavier disregarded him, putting down his beverage. "Who is she?"

Dante looked at her once more and shrugged. "No thought. She's not one of the standard young ladies."

Charmed, Xavier advanced to her.

The Baffling Outsider

She saw him before he talked, her lips bending into a little, knowing grin.

"Are you generally this self-evident?" she prodded.

Xavier laughed. "Self-evident?"

"You've been watching me throughout the previous five minutes."

He shifted his head. "Might you at any point fault me? You're the main individual here who doesn't appear to be keen on the scene."

She took a taste of her champagne, undaunted. "I don't have a place with this world."

"Why are you here?"

She delayed the slightest bit, then, at that point, said, "We should simply say... I'm noticing."

Xavier expanded his hand. "Xavier Cole."

She concentrated on him, then, at that point, shook his hand. "Lena Monroe."

Dante, watching from a good ways, moaned. "This will be enjoyable to watch."

An Evening of Startling Starting points

As the night advanced, Xavier and Lena discussed everything and nothing. She was unique - not dazzled by his riches, not inspired by popularity. She talked about workmanship, books, and the magnificence of the unexplored world.

Dante, in the mean time, was in his own reality - being a tease, drinking, and lounging in consideration.

In any case, something about this night felt... unique.

Perhaps it was the wagered.

Perhaps it was the manner in which Lena saw Xavier, similar to she saw past the very rich person veil.

Or on the other hand perhaps - quite possibly - Miami's most distant men were going to get found out in the one thing cash had zero control over.

Love.

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To Be Proceeded....