The Billionaire Unexpected Bride

, casting long shadows under the fading light of the evening. The grandeur

as I clutched the crumpled piece of paper in my hand, the one that bore the name "Mrs. Jennings." A security guard stepped forward, his sharp gaze taking me in from head to toe.

wkwardly in the shadow of the estate's grand entrance, a sleek black limousine rolled through the gates, flanked by two glossy S

t stepped a man whose very presence seemed to command attention. Andrew Sinclair. The son of the wealthiest CEO in the coun

glinted on his wrist as he casually adjusted his cufflinks, his piercing blue eyes scanning the estate with a practiced indifference. He exuded authority, as

olted me back to reality. I turned to see a stern woman approaching. Her presence was as sharp as her features, her posture rigid and commanding. This had to be Mrs. Jenn

lings, casting soft rainbows on the marble floors. Gold-accented furniture and priceless artwork lined the walls, each piece see

" I said, though the weight of the responsibility already pressed down on my chest. "Good. Get started immediately." As I moved through the labyrinth of the estate, I couldn't help but marvel at its size and grandeur. Every corner seemed to hold a secret, every hallway whispered

ession unreadable, yet his presence as commanding as ever. "I told you I don't like being rushed!" Celia snapped, her anger directed at Mrs. Jennings. "My apologies, Miss Celia," Mrs. Jennings said with practiced calm. "But Mr. Sinclair is waiting." Celia hu

" she hissed. "I-I just thought..." "Don't think. You act when instructed. This place is not for you to make assumptions." "Yes, ma'am," I said quickly, backing away as heat flushed my cheeks. A few minutes later, Celia descended the staircase again, her arm looping possessively through Andrew's as she flashed

lm demeanor cracked, revealing an edge of cold intensity. "I'm so sorry!" I stammered, my hands trembling as I scrambled to clean up t

. Now," she whispered harshly. "I'm so sorry," I murmured again, my voice b

. "Amelia, you're in trouble," she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "What do you mean?" "Miss Celia has requested to see you. Immediate