THE BILLIONAIRE BENEATH THE RAIN
That night, Rand Calloway stood before the press — live cameras flashing, microphones crowded together.
I watched from my small apartment, my heart pounding as his voice filled the room.
“Yes,” he said. “Elena Monroe is the woman I love. She isn’t a secret, and she isn’t a scandal. She’s the reason I remember what it means to be human.”
A reporter shouted, “What about her past?”
Rand’s voice didn’t waver. “We all have one. Mine’s worse.”
The crowd murmured, its members clicking their cameras faster.
“I built a life around control,” he continued. “But love doesn’t live inside control. It lives inside chaos — and I’d choose that chaos with her, every time.”