The Billionaire's Secret Fiancée

for the phone on her nightstand. As her fingers found it and silenced the alarm, she sat up, brushing loose strands of hair from her face.

eam agency logos, and photos of bustling cityscapes that fueled her ambitions. "Dream big, work harder," one quote read, written in bold bl

ipped mug warm in her hands, and took a small sip, letting the caffeine jolt her awake. Her laptop sat open on the tiny d

nt was notorious for last-minute changes, and she wasn't going to be caught unprepared. Balancing the mug on her knee,

on the screen. Networking wasn't her strong suit, but this could be the kind of opportunity she'd been waiting for. She tucke

r in the mirror. "Let's make it happen," she muttered

y sat at her small, cluttered desk near the corner window, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she finalized a clien

ped a thick file onto her desk without so much as looking at her. His tone w

his voice carrying through the room as he praised a junior colleague for work she had contributed to

aggressive note: Please try to get this right the first time. Emily sighed, rubbing her temples before divi

ned over the partition to ask for advice, and Emily, despite her workload, offered a quick solution. Probl

he knew she could do more and be more if only someone would give her a chance. For

fering a brief reprieve from the chaos of her day. She ordered her usual-a simple turkey sandwich and black coffee-and

ntless edits and rewrites. It was filled with her dreams in careful handwriting: potential names, marketing ideas, and a list of clients she'd purs

lace where creativity thrived and people felt valued. She could almost hear the brainstorming sessions and the laughter

d more than ambition-it needed capital, connections, and a whole lot of luck. She glanced at her reflection in the café window, he

o her notes. But someday felt like a mirage, always just out of re

er and sighed. It was her boss, asking for yet another revision before the end of the day. She tucked

notes one last time. Someday, she thought again. But deep down