The Billionaire's Secret Fiancée

ll else. Her parents worked hard-her father in a factory, her mother as a school secretary-and they took pride in pro

re her mother would say, "A steady paycheck is all you need. Everything else is a bonus." Her father would nod in agreement, content with the life they'd built. Emily would smile

ovation and opportunity. She had poured everything into the role, working late nights and sacrificing weekends, only to watch the company collapse un

he got her next chance, she wouldn't rely on someone else's visi

iting for retirement, terrified her more than failure ever could. She wanted her name on the door, her ideas sh

ou're not like them. You don't have to settle." It wasn't just a dream she was chasing.

r to face the world. Beneath it, though, was a storm of insecurities that

reputation-and it wasn't enough? The memory of the startup she'd worked for still haunted her, a reminder that har

, Emily often wondered if she truly belonged. She'd nod along as if she understood everything, but inside, she was constantly secon

nt with a steady job and a secure future. The weight of their expectations felt suffocating, as if she w

d wonder if her dream agency was just a fantasy, an impossible ideal she'd never reach

r to give up now. She didn't know if she could silence the doubts entirely,

luminating the stack of work still left to finish. Her eyes drifted once again to the invi

arketing Inn

ctical. She didn't have the right outfit. She wouldn't know anyone there. And what

on, running her fingers over the embossed lettering. It felt heavy in her

the right person saw her potential and gave her the opportunity she'd been waiting for? Her heart

mily grabbed her phone and RSVP'd, her fin

n hit her. The gala was different world-glamorous, high-stakes, and utte

er bag, Emily allowed herself a small, nervous smile. It wasn

just made would lead her to Ethan Black-