The Billionaire's Secret Marriage

She couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the mansion – a testament to the opulent lifestyle of its owner, Alexander Sterling. As the renowne

le floors. Victoria was ushered through the corridors by a sharply dressed butler, each step echoing in the vast s

ed. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooki

oria nodded, taking a moment to assess the man she would be working closely with. His reputation

andshake, his grip firm but not overpowering. The subtle tension between them hung in the ai

between logistics and aesthetics. Alexander was surprisingly hands-on, displaying a genuine intere

lity momentarily replaced the suave exterior. Victoria, ever perceptive, detect

confessed, his gaze distant. "But s

, a chink in the armor he wore to shield himself from the world. It ignited h

became her second home, and the initial formality between her and Alexander evolved into a comfortable cam

a door tucked away in a secluded corridor. Its ornate design stood in stark contrast to the muted

rniture adorned the space, and the walls were adorned with sepia-toned photographs. Victoria's eye

ife – a woman whose memory seemed to linger in every corner of Sterling Manor.

aid bare

exander. She wanted to understand the man behind the carefully

shared laughter and stolen glances. Yet, the specter of the hidden room loomed over th

essed in a sleek black gown, ensured that every detail was immaculate. Th

had descended upon Sterling Manor, hungry for a glimpse of the elusive billionaire and h

cove with Alexander. Their eyes met, and in that moment of vul

ria, this marriage i

h the corridors of Sterling Manor. The wedding, meant to be a u

ity of their situation. The unraveling of secrets had begun, and neither of them co