Billionaire: Chasing Her Back

owers. At their long mahogany table, Eliza Callahan sat opposite Noah, their polished faces glowing warmly in the candlelight. The mo

cal one, well-practiced. He was the ideal man for any woman: tall, well-groomed, and self-assured enough to command the ro

s neat and perfectly made, and his dark hair was groomed. They were the ideal couple, the M

he proper words. It had grown hard to find words in this life. There was no room for vulne

ght." She was no longer able to communicate with him. Not when thei

Really? Since you appear

had invested in creating this façade. They were the ideal pair in the ideal world-the lavish penthouses, the charity galas where they had posed for the

nce. And she had been his trophy wife, his lovely accessory, who looked stunning beside him. The extravagant

at the ceiling, wondering when she had lost her sense of self. In the effort to maintain the image he had crafted for them, she had l

round her waist as they stood for the photographers. She had been wearing a sapphire-blue gown, with her hair arranged in loose waves. Eliza, however, had felt

nding in front of a group of powerful people. A moment too long, his hand had rested on her back, a nonverbal declaration of hi

s love. Never once had he enquired about her desires, dreams, or hopes. In his meticulously

ality had come to light in a hundred subtle ways, such as the icy, uninterested looks they exchanged across the breakfast table when they both realised they had nothing to discuss.

had been warm. Eliza had made a great effort to act as though it was everything she wanted, and it was a life that many would envy. But Noah hadn't seen her silent displeasure since he was too preoccupied with a

ays overshadowed her remarks, leaving no space for her voice. The quiet wasn't the only thing that had choked her. It was the understanding that she would never be good eno

f her recollections, Eliza blinked, bri

in his chair and remarked, "Eliza, you've been quiet for too long." "

he guy she had once loved deeply. He was a man wh

revelation, but the words had from her lips before she could stop them. The reality. She was starting to

believe you can handle this without my help?" He spoke in a low, nearly demandin

iet. However, the truth of her decisions weighed heavily on her chest as she sat t

ah? He would

ed as she rose from the ta

start of her real existence. He no longer defines

ad fr

that Noah's grip on her was still very muc