My Engagement with the Billionaire

ws, bringing with it a strange scent, somewhere between the scent of damp earth and that of forgotten memories. Three years had passed sin

roudly before her like a monument to the glory of a family which, just like the house, seemed untouchable and solid. Yet bene

ll of polished wood mingled with that of the fresh air coming in through the open door. Everything seemed unchanged, but Elena knew everything was different. Th

oken voice called f

ing him some warmth in this icy house. She moved forward, fighting against the memories that overwhelmed her. The old woman was

na whispered,

a tenderness that melted Elena's heart. "You came bac

her's hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry I didn't com

ng on her lips. "It's never too late," she said, her voice

by the turn of the conver

lth is failing rapidly," she said with a frankness that made El

forming in her stomach. "What d

rching for words. Then she opened them again, fixing El

s. "Get married? With whom ? »

nged marriage," she replied in a calm, but firm voice. "It must

ter everything we had put him through? She wanted to escape, to escape again, but a feeling of obligation

she asked, her voice betraying a

ed soothingly. "The family needs you to get back on their fe

at her intent

age is not what it seems. The future husband is not who you

mind like an impossible riddle. "I don't

closing her eyes. "You have everything you need to navi

a path she hadn't chosen, but one she couldn't escape. "But... who is he? My fut

gmatic smile. "He's waiting for

But at the same time, she knew her grandmother was right. The family was in danger. Their name, their fortune... everything was at stake. And be

the face of her half-sister, Elena saw herself again, as a teenager, being publicly humiliated because of the betrayal of the one she had considered h

veryone who had played with his life. But first of all, there was this upcoming wedding. She wondered if

d. She stood up quickly, heading towards the entrance of the house. It was him. The mysterious

d. He was tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, with a figure that seemed to come from another worl

e was the embodiment of power, but there was something about him

ough Elena, but also a strange feeling of... curiosity. A smile touched his lips. "Elena," he sa

Elena knew that her future was