The ballroom grew quieter as the powerful man approached. Guests moved aside respectfully, creating a clear path for him. His calm confidence made it seem as though the entire room belonged to him. Elena felt her heart pounding harder with every step he took. Adrian leaned slightly closer to her. “Stay calm,” he whispered. Elena nodded, though her hands were cold. The man finally stopped in front of them. Up close, he looked exactly the way Elena remembered from years ago — tall, composed, with sharp eyes that missed nothing. He studied her for a moment. Then he smiled. “Elena Valerio,” he said smoothly. The sound of her name in his voice sent a chill through her body. “It’s been a long time.” The fake heiress stiffened beside them, clearly nervous. Elena forced herself to me

