Introduction New York never sleeps, but tonight it held its breath. Scene: New York A handmade Italian shoes stepped on marble floors. At the top of the luxurious restaurant sat one man-Charles Watson. Thirty years old. Impossibly rich. Impossibly dangerous. He wasn't born into power. He took it-ruthlessly, strategically, and with a smile that could make men piss themselves before he ever touched a weapon. His empire stretched across continents, but he ruled it all from the heart of Manhattan. His name? Uttered in boardrooms and back alleys alike. He smoked Cuban cigars because he owned the port they came through. He didn't fear the police-he funded their pensions. And love? Charles Watson didn't do love. He did contracts, control, and occasionally-clean exits. That was, until Lara Warner stepped off her private jet at the port with a pair of Louboutins a diamond watch that could blind the sun, and an expression that said: Move or be moved. At twenty-eight, she was the richest woman in Asia, the CEO of the powerhouse empire Warner's-a multinational company that did everything from AI to luxury fashion. And she built it from scratch. While other heirs inherited dynasties, Lara made hers with iron resolve and a killer instinct sharper than any boardroom blade. She was brilliant. Charming Utterly terrifying in negotiations. And most importantly, she had no interest in men. Especially not criminals. Which is exactly why Charles Watson couldn't stop thinking about her. What neither of them knew, was that the real danger wasn't the sparks between them-but the man standing in Lara's shadow, smiling like a snake in a tailored suit. and the villain who knew every move she made. And he had a plan-a dark one. Because when two worlds collide, the explosion isn't always the deadliest part. The villain's identity will be revealed soon Stay tuned