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out to track down the woman from the gala. The name on the security report was Sarah Jones,

ries. Emma, meanwhile, scoured online forums and social media platforms, hoping to find a digit

sage from an anonymous source, containing a single blurry photo of Sarah holding a fly

llion. The air thrummed with music and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Following the phot

, looked surprised to see them. Lucas, true to form, took the lead

story. Seeing the raw emotion in Emma's eyes, Sarah confirmed the necklace was

er daughter, Lily (the same Lily who'd befriended Emma at the Blackwood mansion), the constant financia

at held the gala, ostensibly a beacon of philanthropy, was rumored to be a front for a more n

a deeper corruption at play. A newfound sense of purpose ignited within her. Reclaiming t

xpose them," he declared, his voice firm. "The Blackwood Foundation has th

t about a fake engagement anymore. It was a fight for justi

stice, for a brighter future, was the same. Looking up at Lucas, she saw a glimmer of determination in his eyes, a hint of something akin to p

't help but feel a spark of hope flicker within her. Perhaps, in the midst of this fabricated romance, they

kwood Foundation at their disposal, they uncovered a web of deceit surrounding the charity organization. Financ

to their case. The media, initially captivated by the romance between a billionaire and his

ce. He was more than just her fake fiancé now; he was a partner in every sense of the wor

vidence, Emma felt a surge of pride. They were making a difference, u

e started," Emma admitted, he

playing on his lips. "Neither did I," he conf

ling with gratitude. "Thank

g hers. His touch was warm and reassuring, a

her. He had seen her at her most vulnerable, had stood by her side when she needed him most.

anization was under scrutiny, its leaders facing calls for resignation and criminal cha

stood on the terrace of his penthouse, overlooking the city below. The sun

hispered, her voice

against her ear. "You don't have to thank m

ightly, meeting hi

said, his voice sincere. "For reminding me wh

ing down her cheek. "We m

he best," he agreed, his

ew beginning. The fake engagement might have been a charade, but what they had