The Billionaire Dark Obsession

Chapter one With a cold and chilly coffee in hand, Elena stared at the paper with her gaze. A blank page was left. She felt the pencil in her hand hovering over the page, with the tip of it touching the paper.... Despite having gazed at this sketch for almost an hour, the face before her was still not complete. Throughout her life, she had attracted numerous people, including those who were strangers or faces she imagined herself. Yet, this particular face was distinct. Her heart raced whenever she tried to draw him, and there was an incredibly compelling feeling to it. She had drawn him dozens of times, each more detailed than the last, refined and precise. Even though she knew him, she didn't. Her sketch had a man who had become an inexplicable part of her life, and she couldn't help but admit it. The presence of dark hair, sharp features, and eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul even from the page. Her problem was that they had not met in person before. Not once. The faint outline of his face caught sight in the corner, and Elena sat back in her chair with tired eyes. The image was so lifelike that it seemed as though he might be detachable from the page at any point. She couldn't explain it. Her attention-grabbing and romantic interest had never been more significant to her. Until now. With each time she sketched the man, it was as if an invisible hand had guided her.' Despite this, she had never met him before. She was devoid of thoughts as her phone rang. Why? A message from her friend James, who was always supportive but also agnostic about the unknown. Are you still working on that sketch of the man who is a mystery? Do you have any plans for your meal today? The text caught Elena's attention with a mild laugh. James never could fathom the intensity of her fascination with the faceless man in her drawings. He had always advised her to release it and concentrate on genuine individuals instead of being preoccupied with a phantom figure that was not fitting in her world. But Elena could not let him go.. Despite making multiple efforts to remember him, his face persisted in her thoughts even after she had finished writing. With a quick sigh, Elena replied. What's next? "I don't know. I feel like this one is a step towards me. Lunch may be available in a few hours.Thanks... He's... different, James. I can't explain it. ". She hesitated before sending a text, aware that James would likely reply with sarcastic remarks about her "romanticizing". Her thoughts were triggered once more by an unknown number that was buzzing. Elena looked down at the answer, feeling embarrassed. "Hello? ". A powerful, piercing voice resonated with her as she felt something on her chest. "Elena Carter? ". Her name being spoken by someone who couldn't remember their own voice caused a wave of confusion. The voice was strangely familiar to her, even though she had no idea who this was. Almost as if it were someone she should have been acquainted with.' "Yes, this is Elena. Who's this? ". A brief but forceful pause was made at the other end of the line. "I'm Damien Blackwood.". Your work caught my attention recently, and I'm now... Elena's heart skipped a beat. Damien Blackwood. She had heard whispers about the reclusive billionaire' naysayer, who held sway over industries and countries with his vast empire. Powerful, enigmatic and incomprehensible. Whom individuals either dreaded or applauded, depending on the question presented. Damien added, "Your artwork has been a constant source of inspiration for me," while maintaining his calm tone. Specifically the sketches you're making. ". They're... captivating. ". On the phone, Elena froze deeply and gave a cold response, asking "Can you tell me what they think happened to my sketches?". "I've been keeping a close eye on things.". Your work is unique, Elena. It's all over my mind. ". Elena was the subject of a combination of disbelief and anxiety. She had never revealed her drawings to anyone except for herself. Her art was not meant to be seen by individuals like him.. "Evan, I want to extend an invitation," Damien's voice whispered with almost a hint of coif. A private gala I'm hosting. It is my opinion that you might consider it to be instructive. Elena's pulse quickened. An invitation? To a gala? What would a potential partner desire in an artist they have never encountered? A. "I can't take it," she muttered. "The question remains unanswered.". Why me? ". "We haven't settled down yet, so maybe we've got some work to do," Damien whispered, his voice becoming colder and more assertive. It seems like you've been smudging me for too long without realizing it. I believe it's about time for us to get together. "... Elena's response to the line was muted as she heard her own heartbeat pounding against her ears. The invitation had been received on a phone screen that caught her in pause, and she shook her hand to herself. The refined writing, the embellished seal, and the inscription on the document. A private function is being held at the Blackwood Estate. Kindly RSVP as soon as possible. The invitation weighed heavily on Elena, filling her mind with a hundred questions. What was the intention of Damien Blackwood in terms of his relationship with her? In essence, how did he know about her sketches? It was impossible.