For Richer or Poorer; The Billionaire's forbidden vow

air was thick with anticipation and a sense of what would happen next as he climbed into his luxurious car, the scent of money emanating from his custom-tailored suit, his shoe and even h

tingling at the edge of his heart. The anticipation of what awaited him at his uncle's prestigious law firm gnawed at him. Tonight, he would meet

gs of Wall Street. As Ethan stepped out onto the polished sidewalk, he took a deep breath and a moment to compose himself. The huge

was a proof to the family's success, it was adorned with beautiful tile and modern art that whispered affluence.

g you in his office on the top floor," she informed,

was familiar with the formalities of high society. He made his way t

quality furniture and pictures of Reynolds family ancestors. The air here was filled with a s

discreet brass metal that read 'Richard L. Reynolds, Senior Partn

ubtle scent of wealth. Behind an large desk was Richard Reynolds, a man whose steely gaze and silver hair commande

, his voice carrying the weight of years

uncle's outstretched hand. His eyes met the sharp gaze

ichard said as he motioned to the leather chair opposit

er the room. The elder Reynolds twisted his fingers a

Richard began, his words carefully chosen. "You've proven yourself worthy of the r

d, his gaze

he family fortune," Richard continued. "Tomorrow, on your thirtieth bi

d of those words lingered in the air, and he could almost taste

dition," Richard added, his

w, his composure unyie

ps. "You must marry within the next six months. It must be a union that

sion surged beneath the surface. Marry? The word echoed in his min

will be unveiled to you, and you will officially ta

was well explained, paved with both privilege and obligation. As he left his uncle's office, the city l

wind of thoughts swirling in Ethan's mind. The tall buildings blurred into a sea of lights as he rode through

hint of frustration. The city's night skyline served as a silent witness to his internal thoughts. Six month

nto the gated driveway, the imposing structure of stone and glass stood as if it awaited his presence. The mansion w

than remained seated for a moment, the weight of the impending task settli

ulterior motives, too many gold-diggers vying for a piece of the Reynolds fortune. Love, to him, had become a distant and elusi

e double doors swung open as if welcoming him into a new world. The echo of his footsteps reverber

to the study, a room adorned with rich furnishings. It was her

ling windows. The night held a quietude that seemed to amplify the relentless ticking of the clock on the w

memories of past relationships surfaced, each one was birthed by the suffocating pre

on. The pressure to conform to societal expectations clashed with his desire for authenticity.

e, pouring a generous measure of liquid into a crystal glass. The fi

aying the complexity of his emotions. The notion of an arranged marriage, even

Ethan grappled with the conflicting forces pulling at him. The city outside,

months was a deadline that carried the weight of tradition and expectation. The mansion, with its hallowed halls

nsion's walls, however, a different rhythm unfolded—one of contemplation, resistan