The Snared Billionaire (...the Money Love And Crime)

Chapter Two

Sophie Larry’s Ambitions

Ms. Sophie Larry was a paragon of beauty, charming and endowed with an elegant physique, flowing blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. But behind that charming façade was a mind as sharp as a blade, and a heart as cold as the winter wind.

“Wow!” She smiled as she appreciated herself in the mirror. Sophie spends most of her time in front of a mirror, seductively adorning herself to a better bait. Her eyes, framed by dark lashes, sparkled with determination. Her lips painted a deep red, curved into a confident smile. She had always been beautiful, but tonight she needed to be more than that—she needed to be unforgettable.

Sophie was so committed to every bit of her ambition. She had spent years articulating the art of charm, perfecting how to use her looks, her wit, and her intelligence to get what she wanted.

She had grown up in a suburb, raised by a single mum who had worked tirelessly to provide for her. But Sophie had been so optimistic that she was destined for greatness. From a young age, she had dreamed of a gorgeous and luxurious lifestyle, fame and power, a life where she didn’t have to worry about money or struggle to make ends meet, a life where every dream translates into reality.

Mere dreams weren’t good enough. Sophie was ambitious, driven by a desire to escape the life she had been born into, as she aspired higher. She was set for whatever it took to achieve her desires, even if it meant playing against the rules of the game, and she had set her sights on the ultimate prize, Mr. Alexander Drake.

Mr. Drake emerged as her prime target from the very moment she knew about him. She had first learned about him in the business sections of the newspapers and subsequently on TV shows. His name was always mentioned alongside words like “billionaire,” “tycoon,” “mogul” and “magnate.” But it wasn’t just his wealth that intrigued her—it was the mystery that surrounded him.

The stories of his success were impressive, but the whispers about his past baffled her, now a billionaire widower with a broken heart—he was the perfect prey. If she could win his trust and gain his love, she could secure the life she had dreamt of, an unimaginable wealth and luxury.

But Sophie doesn’t believe in the game of chance. She had a plan, meticulously crafted, and she was determined to see it through. Mr. Drake must fall for her, and when he did, she would strike the deal.

She had spent time placing Mr. Drake under her surveillance, learning everything she could about him. She knew about his rise to power, his business dealings, and his reclusive nature. Most importantly, she also knew about the loneliness that plagued him, the void that had been left by his wife’s death. Her permutations and plots gave her the green light to strike.

For Sophie, this was beyond just the money. It was about fame and power, about being in control of her destiny. She had worked her way up the social ladder, starting as a cocktail waitress at a high-end bar, using her looks and charm to snare the attention of wealthy men. But those relationships had always been fleeting; the men were more interested in her seductive endowment than her mind. Sophie wanted more—she wanted to be the one who called the shots.

Sophie Larry, all efforts put together toward actualizing her mapped-out plans, had cunningly crafted a contact plan with Mr. Drake, one that would make him notice her. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, he was known for being guarded, wary of anyone who tried to reach him. But Sophie was confident in her abilities.

She had always been able to read people, to understand what they wanted and how to give it to them. And she knew that which was exclusively for Drake, unlike other men, capitalizing on the void in his life that needed to be filled by someone who could make him feel alive again.

Sophie took a deep breath as she finished getting ready; she dressed fitted for the mission ahead. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, and she smiled. She was wearing a sleek red dress that hugged her curves tightly in all the right places, her lips deep painted oxblood, her eyelid seductively shadowed, her hair styled in soft waves that framed her face.

She knew what the mission was all about, critical and futuristic. She was not ready for a second chance; she knew that this was about more than just appearances but playing smart. She had to play the role perfectly—confident, but not arrogant; vulnerable, but not weak. It was all about playing her card right.

Finally, the mission night had come; she would have to make her move now or never again. She had inexplicably secured an invitation to a charity gala that Mr. Drake was hosting—a small, exclusive event that was sure to be filled with the city’s elites. It had taken some maneuvering, but Sophie had made sure that her name was on the guest list. She had spent weeks planning and preparing for this moment, rehearsing every word, every gesture, every smile, and every move. No game of chance was allowed in this mission.

Ms. Sophie Larry left her apartment and stepped into the waiting car; her mind was focused on one thing—Alexander Drake. She knew that this was her only chance and opportunity to strike her target for the life-changing opportunity she had been dreaming of. But she also knew that she had to be careful. One wrong move, one misstep, and everything could come crashing down.

Ms. Sophie remained calm and stable as the mission was set in motion. Her confidence was built on her ever-long scheming over this mission. Her confidence grew higher with every single move she took toward accomplishment. She had been preparing for this her entire life, honing her skills and sharpening her smartness.