The Billionaire's Fairy Bride

ept the night before, her mind racing with thoughts of the proposition he had offered her. It seemed too good to be true-a chance to pay off her fa

her breath. The air inside was cool, the scent of the city's night still clinging to her clothes. Aria's hands shook

to meet with her again, in private, at his estate. The reason was not g

the cracked mirror, the silver strands of her hair glinting in the dim light. They were a constant reminder of her true identity

ed, the true color always found a way to shine through, a symbol of the magic that still flowed through her veins. It w

ew all her secrets. She had felt exposed in that moment, as if he could see the truth she had kept hidden for so l

l apartment. Aria pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to se

art skipped a beat as she stood and crossed the room cautiously. V

the other side, his elvish ears poking out from beneath a mop of unruly red hair. His st

said, grinning widely. "F

She took the letter with trembling hands, her mind racin

ad already darted away, disappearing down

thick and smooth, the handwriting elegant and precise. She s

s estate, tonight. The formal tone did little to ease her nerves, but she knew she had no choic

The weight of the past pressed down on her, the silver strands of her hair glinting in the candlelight. She had spent years trying to es

no running fro