Trapped With The Billionaire

d in the background. It was the kind of setting she had only ever seen in movies-sleek, elegant, and reserved for the wealthy. Yet, here she was. Dressed in an emerald-green gown, she stared at her r

ad spent most of her life focusing on survival, not keeping up with trends. A black gown was draped over her shoulders, and as Elena zipped it up, Angel had to admit-it was breathtaking. The off-the-shoulder neckline was both elegant and daring, the fitted bodice hugging her curves while the skirt flowed effortlessly to the floor. "Perfect," Elena announced, stepping back with satisfaction. Valerie nodded in agreement. "Mr. Blackwood will approve." Angel scoffed. "Of course. Because his opinion is all that matters, right?" Valerie arched a brow. "You agreed to this arrangement, Mrs. Blackwood. You knew what was expected of you." Angel clenched her jaw. She was getting tired of hearing that. Just then, the door opened, and a familiar presence filled the room. Aaron. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he entered, exuding the same quiet dominance he always carried. Dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, he looked effortlessly powerful-like a man who never had to question his place in the world. Angel felt her stomach tighten as his gaze swept over her. For a brief moment, something flickered in his expression. But it disappeared ju