The Billionaire's Secret Fiancée

thick cardstock, tracing the embossed lettering as though touching it might make it feel more real. She read the words for t

nt-it was the event-the kind that made careers and opened doors to worlds she'd only dreamed of. This was where the powerhouses of the marketing

ard launching her own agency? What if her ideas caught the attention of someone who believed in her v

ering above, her heels clicking against the polished floors. The hum of voices, the clinking of glasses, the heady mix of ambi

e pile of work on her desk, the scribbled Post-it notes, and the half-empty coffee cup. This was her reality: a young woman in a mode

list-CEOs, directors, industry trailblazers. These were people who had already made it, who knew how to navigate rooms filled wi

vres, invisible among a sea of confident, glamorous professionals. Or worse-what if she embarrassed herself? said

else. A small, stubborn voice that refused to be silenced. You've

tting in her inbox. Accept or decline. It should have been an easy choice, but her emotions swung

stubbornly to her mind, magnifying her insecurities. She thought about declining, about staying in her comfort zone where rejection and failure coul

er dreams to come to her, too long hiding behind the safety of ro

screen, daring her to take the leap. Her finger hovered over the mouse, trembling slightly as the mome

e screen, and she let out a shaky b

ng to the gala-she was stepping into a future she had been too afraid to claim before. The fea

small, nervous smile. Yes, she was terrified. But she was also re

tend the gala would set in motion eve