A Night with The Billionaire

evator and into the marble-floored lobby of her condo building. The echo of her

the sting and pain from the slaps and hai

ot wanting to attend. She even wore the d

r. She wanted to cry again, but she felt like she had no more tear

breath, exhaustion

lliane O

d to the elderly man who

t's

Mr. Fuentes' mansion. Mr. and Mrs. Amante

y opened the door to a luxury car waiting

ge to Lilliane, a reminder of the life Ma

reflection in the

t look that suited her, she couldn't find any joy in it. What woman would be

g tangled and full of anxiety as she watc

ll, grand black gate. At the

ve driveway of the mansion. Lilliane couldn't deny t

ur of the Fuentes mansion. Its magnificence was a sy

ped, her anxiet

aunt, their expressions a mix of anticipation and authority. Mat

balls on her feet. Every step toward Mr. Fuentes

her arm as soon

important for our family and the company. So can you fix that face

deep breath an

dn't let us down. I hope that by now you

ed hard and met

d, trying to keep her voice stea

m for argument, though she smirked after saying

lliane couldn't deny that his presence

y and the company. You need to fulfill the responsibility that has

ane n

understand,"

beautiful mansion's interior a

iers above, the marble floors all seem

litely, bowing slightly as she appeared from no

em to the

ach step feeling lik

at Mr. Fuentes, the old ma

nd deep anxiety upon seeing the elderly man. Her chest he

feel the intensity of his stare, sending shivers down her spine-completely differen

lub and the passionate moments they shared at the hotel flo

e heard her aunt's voice. Although it tried to sound cheer

aunt dug her hands into her shou

th revulsion as he smirked at her. She could clearly see the l

ay, her hands startin

tood up, his eyes sti

ivares,"

tleness in his voice, though i

the hand he ext

take it or not, but eventua

ed to see

er hand when she yanked it away wi

rward and wouldn't have spoke

olite nod, casting a qui

trying to keep her voice stead

of Richard and Mathilda on her

ee you... a-again."

, much to Mathilda's subtle relief. Mathilda

Fuentes gestured to the s

the shaking. Richard and Mathilda sat on either side of Mr

xed on Lilliane, who remained bowed. "I understand the seriousness

swallow

e murmured, her wo

breathing. It felt as though the lavish surroundings w

ought to hold back the tears th

you look at

of the endearment. She wanted

utiful my future wife is?" he asked

wo people seated across from her after being kicked by one of them

s us!" Mathilda

ing back, before slowly looking at the o

nd I'm the one who chose it," he said, pride and malicious in

er her chest, scandalized. He was lik

erted way he licked his lower lip. She was a d

Mr. Fuentes and Mathilda wanted, so she made u

documents into it, those she'd need to get away. Every move she made w

er parents, she quickly snatched it

Aunt Mathilda wants. I can't marry that old man! I hope you'll forgive

ntire room echoed with her sobs. It seemed like

knew in her heart that she had made the right decision. She couldn't help but fee

e, even if