His Reluctant Bride

one, heart racing with the hope that this time might be different-maybe she'd receive the apology she yearned for from her s

she ushered Serena to the gate. As they stepped outside, there glimmered a sleek black limousine, its chauffeur standing a

ly, hoping to spark some connection as she settled in. "Evening," he replied tersely, barely lifting his gaze. She rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "What did I expect?" she muttered to herself. "So where are we going

a lifeline offered after nearly drowning. The tension in the car had been oppressive, and she was desperate to escape it. "Are you comi

tely devoid of charm? But then again, his attention was back on his phone, leaving her in a swirl of confusion. The waiter returned with menus, and Serena busied herself admiring the restaura

ging for conversation, for laughter-anything to break the ice. Just as the ten

aimed, standing up to greet him with surprise sparkling in her eyes. "Still as beautiful as always," he sai

g, she ignored the glare Adrian shot her from across the table. Ian flashed her a business card. "Ca

ed in disbelief. "You're hurting me!" she protested, attempting to wriggle free as he dragged her toward the car, fury radiating fro

hat was that about?" she demanded, disbelief colouring her voice. Unfazed, he turned to her, his demeanour calmer

colour. She desperately fought the tears threatening to spill, wi

d out, barely waiting for the vehicle to come to a complete halt before it whisked away into the night. The moment she caught sigh

ut, "Serena, is that you?!" There was a hint of worry in her tone as if an intruder might have slipped inside. "Yes, it's me!" Serena replied with an amused

d with an irresistible curiosity, wide and bright with excitement. "So, how was it?" she asked, leaning forward, her energy almost palpable as she practically vibrated with a

she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and excitement. Serena nodded, beaming, unable to suppress her grin. Enthralled, Ashley pe