THE BILLIONAIR'S DOUBLE LIFE

s walls, beautifully framed awards, and certificates, now seemed to choke her upon seeing them recently. Across the desk was Victor Moreno

I've fa

g. Now, that empire was crumbling, and with it, her family's reputation. The authorities had discovered years of financial mismanagement, hid

oice kept shaking as she spoke. "A wa

arro, who is our only chance. He's agreed to settle the debts and silence the scandal, but his terms

t Dante Varro once, briefly, at a charity gala. His presence had been cold, calculating, and intimidating. He wa

phia stepped into the very big and expensive living room, she felt overshadowed by its lovely luxury everywhe

rned as she entered, his dark eyes assessing her with a pre

will be a business arrangement. I'll settle your father's debts and ensure his freedom, but in return, you'll be my w

s dry, but she nod

wedding is in three days.

ords left no room for questions, no space for hesitation. Sophia walked ou

eremony was to take place. The setting was perfect, a vision of elegance and luxury, but to Sophia, it felt like a cage.

e silk gown was firm to her shape and it felt like a second skin

t this?" Amara asked, her

I don't do this, my father... my family..." She went off with t

a whip to assist with the tears . "Just remember who y

't sure what part of herself s

ther's. The guests, a lot of perfectly dressed elites, watched with lovely smiles

oked every bit the powerful billionaire. As Sophia approached, their eyes met, and for a fleet

ny form of sentiment. Sophia's hands kept shaking as she slid the ring onto his finger. When it was over

the air. Sophia played her part, smiling and engaging with guests, but her min

heir shared suite. The room was as luxurious as the rest of

ng to a private bedroom. "We'll maintain appearances in public

d. "Is that how you see

exactly what it is, Sophia. Don't fo

nce she hadn't felt in days. "You may think you've bought me, Dante, bu

of smile displayed at the corners o

She found herself being moved to Dante's private study, its door sli

d. But it was the desk that caught her attention. A folder lay open, its contents

tailed accounts, transactions, and connections-all linked to her father's scandal. But there wa

ize. She turned to see Dante standing in

he said with his voice low and threateni

pers back. "What is all this?" she ask

. "Let's just say I have my reasons. And if you

ced. Who was Dante Varro, really? And

nd filled with questions and fears. She had married Dante to save her family, but now s

n her heart: this marriage was only the beginning, and the road