karina
karina had everything money that moved markets, a face that ruined marriages, a name that opened doors before she even reached them. she was a billionaire heiress with a tongue sharp Enough to draw blood and standards so high no one ever reached them. which was exactly why her father kept trying. another dinner. another carefully selected man. tall. handsome. old money or new tech- karina lost track. he smiled too much, talked about yachts, about heirs, about how he admired her "strength" karina didn't even look at him. "next" she said lazily. her father sighed, tired but hopeful. "karina, you can't stay alone forever." she smirked. "watch me" then the sound cut through the restaurant. a motorbike. loud. rough. indecent in a place meant for quiet luxury. Karina's eyes flicked to the window out of pure irritation-until she saw her. black helmet tucked under one arm. leather jacket worn like it belonged to her skin. long legs straddling the bike with careless confidence. the woman pull
About karina
karina had everything money that moved markets, a face that ruined marriages, a name that opened doors before she even reached them. she was a billionaire heiress with a tongue sharp Enough to draw blood and standards so high no one ever reached them. which was exactly why her father kept trying. another dinner. another carefully selected man. t...Read more