My Vow to the Billionaire

or, a sudden force slammed her back down with mer

ying with it a sense of genuine concern. Through tear-filled eyes, a petite figure clad

re and innocent about the young girl, her earnest desire to help stirring a collective swell of compassion within the hearts of those arou

ective instincts from the onlookers. Yet, amidst the outpouring of sympathy for the newcomer, Blair r

this cruel charade, pushing her to the brink of humiliation and pain. The glass shards embedded in her palm and arm bore witness to the

mmering with a hint of intrigue as he beheld the tableau of turmoil before him. With a subtle curl of h

e gleaming in her eyes, Xypher's demeanor shifted imperceptibly. With a determined

lain, offered in silent solidarity. His voice, smooth as silk and clear as a mountain stre

are, resonated within Blair's heart, casting aside the sh

alized the depth of her vulnerability. In her darkest hour, it was a stra

acknowledgment of the comfort he offered. As he closed his hand around hers, a surge of warmth f

kin to a pristine white lotus in full bloom, she felt her heart quicken its pace and her soul tremble with an unf

in her time of need. With a seamless grace that bespoke of practiced efficiency, he assisted

ected, his words a mere whisper in t

before Xypher before turning his attention to Blair. "Miss Dust, if you would please

gratitude enough for your assistance today," she murmured softly, her words a testament to the debt of gratitude she owed

realized that Blair was preparing to depart. Ignoring the tears that streamed down her cheeks,

she exclaimed, her words a desperate plea for

somber atmosphere. As she turned away from her estranged sister, her frown etched

e tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I would apprec

shroud. Helplessly, she lowered her head, her features obscured by a veil of tears that bore wit

Master Herth harbored a disdain for those who sought to gain his favor through artifice and deceit, particularly during social gatherings. The consequences of such actions were dire,

the recipient of Young Master Herth's unexpected benevolence-a stroke of fortune that left many in awe and envy. Indeed, in the enigmatic world

ratitude. "Young Master Herth, I'm truly grateful for your intervention today," she purred, her demeanor dripping with honeyed char

s attention already drifting elsewhere. "Continue with the banquet," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. In an instant, the hall

t a performance," they sneered, their voices tinged with envy and disdain. "The Dust family is already bankrupt, yet she shamelessly seeks favor f