Secret Wife Of The Billionaire
ut to marry the president of the most powerful tech company ever created.
nights researching, hoping for a chance to prove myself. But that chance never came-
w everything
uld this marriage finally give me the chance I had been denied
fate. Maybe thi
ly. His dark, silky hair framed his chiseled face, complementing the piercing blue eyes that held an intensity strong eno
s fully aware of his own influence. And then there were his lips-perfectly sculpted, firm yet inviting, the kin
air thick with anticipation as the priest's s
u take Miss Antonia Rossi to
e a blade. "Yes, I do." His words were firm, final, carryin
t. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my
ke Mr. Alessandro Amato to be
own on me, but I forced the words
and before I could fully process what I had
now kiss
. My breath hitched as he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. And then, with
ng, hands reaching out to shake mine, to touch the fabric of my
with well-wishes. Mrs. Antonia Amato. The name felt foreign yet oddly liberating. No longer Miss Ant
wasn't the life I had chosen, but at least it was an escape-a way out
eaving that hell behi
he looked like a man who had just closed the bigge
ion, I could almost hear the unspoken words beneath his
ulated transaction-a deal between my stepfather and Alessandro. In exchange for ful
olden Beatrice. But, true to form, she had done what
plan. The replacement. The o
lations,
g. For a moment, I thought-maybe, just maybe-there was an ounce of sincerity in his words.
as just like you... or
thing I couldn't quite place
My heart clenched. But then, the words that foll
d was that you were never
arms, my breath cat
in her shadow. But I guess..." he paused, pulling away just enough to look me in
ves of his suit, satisfaction radia
e added casually, before turning on his heel
ursed through me. My p
mean? What
could cut through steel. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, dark and unreadable, yet brimming with some
tep he took, the weight of my reality crashed down harder. I didn't