My name is Elena Rossi.
I’m thirty-six years old, and I own Rossi Design Group, a luxury interior design company headquartered in Chicago, Illinois.
I founded the business twelve years ago with twelve thousand dollars, a borrowed drafting table, and a belief that beautiful spaces could change the way people lived.
Today, the company employs forty people.
We design luxury homes, penthouses, restaurants, and boutique hotels.
Our offices overlook the Chicago River.
And our clients include people who spend more renovating a kitchen than most families spend purchasing a house.
I worked hard for that success.
There were years when I barely slept.
Projects that nearly bankrupted me.
Clients who changed their minds after months of work.
But I survived.
Then I met Brandon.
He was charming, handsome, and ambitious.
He told me he loved how independent I was.
“I don’t want your money,” he said during our first year together. “I want you.”
