Fake Fiancée for the Billionaire

ially a desperate ploy to save Elmwood, had taken on an unexpected dimension. Unveiling the Sunstone's secret location within the legen

rds and ancient maps. Meanwhile, Alexander, his ruthless business demeanor seemingly forgotten, tapped into his vast network of resources, sec

within a 16th-century Spanish conquistador's journal spoke of a secret chamber within the Temple of the Sun, accessible only throu

re he sat bathed in the soft glow of a laptop screen. The air crackled with nervous energy as she p

ce tinged with a hint of awe. "This

e no easy feat. It would require a daring expedition, a journey into the heart of a

voice firm. "Someone with experience in

t locating specialists with knowledge of anci

she said hesitantly. "A man named Miguel Rivera. He owns a small art gallery down

ed Alexander's face. "Unorth

s close calls with rival collectors, his brushes with aut

d, "but he's brilliant, and he might be the

ist, weighed the risks against the potential reward.

ut make sure he understands the stakes. One wro

his questionable morals, was a gamble. Yet, he was their best chance to b

ilding was a ramshackle affair, crammed with an eclectic collection of art from various

ered face etched with experience and a glint of mischief in his dark ey

is voice a low rumble. "To

e conquistador's journal and the potential dangers they faced. Miguel lis

ully. "A place of immense power, guarded by ancient spirits and

ice steady. "But we need your he

g hers. Finally, a slow smile spread across his face, a

d be a lucrative proposition. But kno

a problem," she said. "But let me b

museum, you say?Now that's a story I can get behind." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspi

ollector's den; it was a repository for knowledge, a place where h

to keep the momentum going. "Right now, we need a p

my dear. We don't assemble an expedition for a temple raid over a cup of tea." He gestured around the d

leather journals and ancient texts detailing forgotten rituals. Miguel introduced them to a motley crew of specialists – a wiry Guatemalan guide named Pablo with an uncanny knowledge of the jungle

ry operation than a noble quest for knowledge. Yet, every time she glanced at the image of the Teo

skin, found herself answering vapid questions about wedding plans while her mind raced with strategies for navigating ancient booby traps. Alexander, too, seemed to carry the weight of t

red her in a deserted hallway. The music from the ballroom thrummed faint

his voice low and intense. "This is no museum

We can't back down now, Alexander. The Sunstone belongs

crossing his face. "Stubborn," he murmured, a hint of

his isn't some romantic adventure, Alexander," she retorted, forc

heavy in the air. The moment stretched, charged with unspoken emotion

secrets buried within the Temple of the Sun. The charade of the engaged couple remained in the fast-fading cityscape, replaced by a sense of trepidation and a thrill of the unknown. Miguel's words, laced wit