Beneath the Billionaire's Lies

I never expected to see him again—especially not tonight.

Daniel Sterling walked into the gallery like the air belonged to him. He moved with the same quiet confidence I remembered, the kind that turned heads before he even spoke. But I didn’t need to look to know it was him. My body remembered him before my eyes did—my pulse skipped, my mouth went dry, and every nerve in me went taut.

He hadn’t changed. Still sharply dressed in charcoal gray, still exuding that impossible mix of elegance and danger. The room seemed to hush around him, yet I could hear my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest.

“Evie,” Amelia murmured beside me, following my line of sight. “Is that…?”

I gave the barest nod. “Yes.”

He hadn’t seen me yet. Or maybe he had, and he just wanted me to feel the weight of his presence before approaching. He was good at that—making silence feel loud.

I hadn’t seen Daniel in over a year. Not since the night he showed up at my apartment, eyes shadowed, voice heavy, and told me he was leaving. No warning, no real explanation. Just a goodbye that shattered me.

I’d tried to hate him. God, I’d tried.

Now he was here, in my world again, and I had no idea what he wanted—or what I would say if he asked for anything.

He crossed the room slowly, his gaze sweeping the guests, the walls, the champagne glasses—and then it found me. Locked. Pinning me in place like a secret.

My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass.

“Evelyn,” he said when he reached me.

I hated how my name sounded in his voice—like a promise and a sin all at once.

“Daniel,” I replied calmly, though nothing inside me felt calm.

A beat passed. His eyes scanned my face, lingering in places only someone who once loved you would dare to look. “You look… exactly the same.”

“You don’t,” I said. “You look like someone who got what he wanted.”

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered. “I didn’t.”

I laughed once, short and humorless. “Spare me the regret. You left. That was your choice.”

He stepped slightly closer. “You think it was easy?”

“You didn’t make it hard.” I stared at him. “You disappeared in the middle of the night with a single text. Not even a goodbye to my face.”

His jaw tightened, just a little. “I didn’t want to hurt you more than I already had.”

“That’s a lie,” I said, voice low. “You didn’t want to face what you did to me.”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The silence between us said everything the room around us couldn’t hear.

He looked down, then back up, softer now. “I saw your name in a review. I didn’t know you were showing again.”

“Because we don’t speak anymore.”

“I missed you,” he said.

“Don’t.” I shook my head. “Don’t say that unless you mean to do