Engagement To My Billionaire Ceo

down, merging into rivers that disappeared into the sill, my mind as scattered and chaotic as the storm outside. This wasn't how I imagined my life would l

inary it could have been mistaken for junk mail. Except it wasn't. It

of eating at you, doesn't it? It's patient, waiting for the right moment to pounce. For me, that moment came after I'd put Theo

been named the sole care

images of Gothic architecture and dark secrets, but that wasn't what threw me. It was called Blackthorn. The same name my grandmothe

you'd feel the wind of her imagination brushing against your cheek. But in those final days, her stories turned darker. S

assachusetts, had been willed to me by someone I'd never met-Gideon Blackthorn. There was no explanation as to why I'd been chosen or wha

laim a house I didn't want. But then I'd looked at Theo's drawings pinned to the refrigerator-crayon sketches of castles and knights, of grand adventures far beyond the walls of our

dust and decay, holding a letter that made even less sense than the first one. It

d. I hope you understand that everything I've done was to protect you. Blackthorn Manor is your legacy now, but it comes with responsibilities-

to crumple the letter and throw it into the fire crackling in the corner, but I couldn't. Something about it kept me frozen in place. Maybe it was the way he'd wr

see Theo standing in the doorway, his hair a tou

oggy, his eyes half-clo

r, slipping it into my pocket. "Just

reminder of why I was here, why I couldn't afford to let fear or doubt hold me back. Theo deserved more than I'd

possibly imagine. The rain outside grew louder, a cacophony that seemed to echo the storm brewing inside me. I didn't know what th