Billionaire's Forced Love

posts, the photoshoots, the charity galas-they all painted the perfect picture of a fairytale romance, one that was accepted by both families and ex

where he had no power. The marriage was already decided for him. It was a business deal, a family obligation, and for the fir

with Adrian, there was a growing dissonance in her heart. She had been raised to believe that her life would be a series of beautiful moments-love, passion, and family-but none of those things seemed to be

She was alone. Adrian had once again excused himself early, citing "business." It was becoming a familiar routine. She wasn't sure why she felt so disapp

ion as cold and unreadable as always. He had a habit of entering rooms without a sound, moving thr

asked, her voice soft bu

over a nearby chair before sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Y

the lights of the city below. She had never been one to complain, but sh

under her breath, though she

licked toward her, and for a moment, something passed between them-a flash of something unspoke

d what you mean," he said

s easy for you, isn't it? Everything is so simple for you. You don't have to worr

rd her. He was closer than he usually was, standing just a few feet away. His towering presence

ink I'm free because I can afford what I want, but freedom doesn't com

t of vulnerability, a crack in the facade of the man who prided himself on always being in

red. "We have another event

uple-flawless in their appearance, impeccable in their manners. But behind closed doors, they were still strangers. Adrian would retreat to his office at the first opportunity, his mind consumed by the constant pressure o

ide back to their shared apartment. Isabella had hoped for a quiet night, but Adria

e asked abruptly, her voice

his expression still un

ice cracking slightly. "You're not happy, and neithe

e than indifference. There was something there, hidden behind his ey

id quietly. "I didn't ask for it either.

choice. But that didn't make it any easier to accept. The car ride continued in silence, both o

essure of the forced marriage or the way Adrian's actions seemed to speak louder than his words, but something about their dynamic wa

hing else-a deepening curiosity, even a quiet admiration, for Isabella's strength. He couldn't deny the way she had kept her co

s marriage was a business deal, not a love story. He couldn't afford to get too close. And yet, no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept