Tied To The Heartless Billionaire

The Frosts' family name glittered like the icy diamonds they were known for, and Selena embodied it all. She ascended the stage at the Frost Theater, her sheer golden gown shimmering under the spotlights, hugging her figure in all the right ways. Her cascading, dark hair framed a face so delicate and radiant, it made every pair of eyes in the room linger."Ladies and gentlemen," the presenter announced, voice charged with admiration, "the award for Best Actress goes to...Selena Frost!"Selena Frost, the reigning princess of the big screen, had just been announced as the Actress of the Year, and the audience was on its feet, cheering wildly as she ascended the stage.Selena’s beauty was a spell, and it worked on everyone. Men craned their necks for a better view as she glided up the stairs, their gazes pausing too long on the gentle sway of her hips or the confidence in her stride. Even women, some with envy and others with genuine admiration, couldn’t help but acknowledge her star po

Selena Frost sat in the sterile detention room, her arms crossed over the cold metal table. She hated every second of this—the cold, the humiliation, the constant buzz of her thoughts. The world outside had turned against her overnight, and now, her life and career dangled by a thread.The sound of the door unlocking broke her train of thought. She looked up as two men walked in. One was tall and lean, with a professional demeanor and a clipboard in hand—clearly an assistant. But the other man? Selena’s heart skipped a beat.Julian Mathers.She recognized him instantly. As the CEO of Grant Entertainment Inc., one of the most powerful media conglomerates in the world, his face was often splashed across business magazines and TV interviews. Seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. Dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit, he oozed authority. His sharp jawline and piercing gray eyes held a vigor that made the small room feel even smaller.Julian’s lips curved in

Selena stood frozen in the middle of the luxurious bedroom, her breaths shallow and uneven. She felt like a rabbit caught in a hunter’s gaze, and the hunter was Julian Mathers. He stood by the window with his tall frame. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up, exposing strong forearms, and the top buttons were undone, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his intense, almost predatory gaze was locked on her. Selena’s heart pounded in her chest as he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. She felt the heat of his presence before he even touched her. “Why are you trembling?” Julian asked, his voice a low, velvety drawl. He smirked, a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “Are you afraid of me?” She swallowed hard, her throat becoming dry. “I’m not afraid of you,” she lied because her voice was barely above a whisper. Julian’s smirk deepened as he closed the distance between them. He tilted his head, studying her with the intens

Julian was reviewing documents in his office, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of his desk. The silence was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. He picked it up, his brow furrowing when he saw the call was from one of the guards stationed at the gate. “What is it?” Julian asked, his voice sharp. “Sir,” the guard began hesitantly, “you’re not going to believe this… but Mrs. Mathersis actually climbing the gate.” Julian froze, his eyes narrowing. “What did you just say?” “We tried to stop her, sir, but she’s not listening to us. We even sent you a photo.” Julian quickly opened the attached image. Sure enough, there was Selena, mid-climb, her dress bunched up awkwardly, her expression a mixture of defiance and determination. He stared at the photo for a long moment, disbelief mingling with something dangerously close to amusement. His assistant, standing nearby, glanced at the phone and barely suppressed a laugh. “She’s persistent, I’ll give her

The morning at Grant Enterprises was as usual—sharp-dressed employees buzzing around with files, coffee mugs in hand, and nerves on edge. Julian Mather’s reputation preceded him, and the entire company thrived on his precision and ruthless drive for success. Every employee knew Julian demanded perfection. Even a single mistake could result in a devastating reprimand or, worse, immediate termination. A group of his senior staff, including department heads and his temporary assistant, gathered in the grand conference hall. They were rehearsing their reports for the day. “Everything must be perfect,” one of the department heads, Martin, murmured as he flipped through his notes. “Mr. Mather won’t tolerate stuttering or incomplete answers.” “Do we even know who the new secretary is?” whispered Clara, the head of marketing. “No idea,” Martin replied, adjusting his tie nervously. “But whoever it is must be extraordinary if Mr. Mather chose them personally.” Clara scoffed softly. “