Billionaire or Spark

to celebrate this momentous occasion, I'm throwing a party at my mansion tomorrow night. All the family will be there,

delight. "A party! Oh, Henry, you shouldn't

his eyes fixed on Henry. "A party," he echoed, a hint of

s gaze. "It's the least I can do, sir

le. "Very well," he said. "Just let me k

ressed people mingled amongst sparkling fountains and manicured gardens, their conversations filled with the clinking of champagne gl

nd steering me towards a group of men in suits.

He stood with Henry, a serious expression on their faces as they engaged in conversation.

ring investment banker, I made my way towards them. The closer

Henry was saying, his voice low and full of

is voice gruff but laced with a hint of pride.

ze locked with mine. A flicker of something – concern, maybe, or even

avering. "She's strong, intelligent, capable. And with the

expectation. It was the warmth that bloomed in my chest at Henry's words. He wasn't just

hing, both men fell silent. Dad cl

ce gruff as usual. "There y

," I lied, m

e. "You look radiant tonight, Jess," he murmu

certainty. A shiver ran down my spine, a cold premonition not of a life I didn't want, but

tension, clapped Henry on the should

ied, his smile genuine. "

I know," he said, his voice gruff but sin

was no longer sure I wanted to run from, but one I was determined to