The bass of the music pulsed through the dimly lit nightclub, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and spilled champagne. Behind the bar, Christian moved with practiced ease, his tall, broad-shouldered frame commanding attention even in the shadows. His deep voice carried over the din as he called orders to the bartender, the rumble resonating like a melody through the chaos of the night.

Christian was the kind of man who turned heads. His chiseled jawline, piercing dark eyes, and hidden tattoos that teased beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt made him an enigma, a puzzle people longed to solve. But beneath the surface lay a lifetime of struggles—a childhood spent in poverty, a youth marked by sacrifice as he cared for his sick mother, and years of hard work that carved his body into the formidable form it now held.

The job at Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive nightclub, wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills. Christian didn’t mind the long hours or the late nights; he’d seen darker days. This was stability, a chance to keep his life moving forward, even if he carried the weight of a past he rarely spoke of.

Tonight, the club buzzed with energy. High-profile clients filled the VIP lounges, their laughter and conversations blending with the DJ’s electrifying beats. Christian maneuvered through the crowd with trays balanced effortlessly in his strong hands, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos around him.

And then he saw her.

She stood near the entrance, a beacon of elegance in a sea of extravagance. Her confidence was palpable, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a predator surveying its prey. Dressed in a sleek black gown that clung to her curves, she exuded power and sophistication. Christian didn’t need an introduction to know she was different.

She was one of the most talked-about billionaires in the city.