Heiress and Her Mysterious lover

htly at her sides. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fury and desperation, but her voice was steady as she made her declaration. "Father, you won't have me marry som

e emotion finally broke free, and she turned, storming out of the room. Her feet thudded against the grand staircase as she ran up to her room, slamming the door behind her. Downstairs, Mr. Bloom stood unmoved, his face set in stone. He turned to his wife, his voice devoid of the fire that had consumed him moments before. "She'll come to her senses," he muttered, though it sounded more like an order than a statement. "You need to talk to her. I can't watch my deal with the Prime Minister slip away because of her foolishness." His wife looked at him, her lips parted as if to protest, but she quickly bit back her words. She nodded, hoping to calm him. "I will speak with her, Bloom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Mr. Bloom wasn't interested in being calmed. "Good. I expect her decision by tomorrow. The only thing that can calm me now is hearing that she's accepted her role. She must marry Danila." With that, he turned sharply on his heel and headed out the door, his polished shoes clicking against the floor as his convoy pulled up outside. Moments later, the roaring sound of the engine faded into the distance as his car sped off toward the airport. Upstairs, Morgana collapsed onto her bed, her body racked with sobs. The weight of her father's words felt crushing. Marry Danila? She couldn't even imagine it. The thought of being tied to a man she barely knew, a man whose cold demeanor mirrored her father's, made her stomach churn. Her mind raced, every thought circling back to one person-Oscar. He was the only light in her life, the one person who had shown her what true love felt like. Oscar, with his warm brown eyes and gentle smile, made her heart come alive in ways she never thought possible. How could she ever give that up? Her trembling hand reached for her phone, her fingers fumbling to dial his number. When Oscar picked up, his voice was soft, soot