The Billionaire Unexpected Bride

ing room. As I climbed the grand staircase, my heart pounded like a war drum, and my hands quiver

ging gazes of her staff. I had humiliated him in front of her household, and now I was about to face the consequences. Celia's suite door stood slightly ajar, giving me a glimpse

pped voice. Pushing the door open, I stepped in cautiously, my eyes darting to the floor to avoid her piercing g

real appearance. But her eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, pierced through the dim room like blades. "Amelia," she began, her voice cutting t

from her seat and took a measured step toward me, her heels clicking ominously against the marble floor. "Do you comprehend the embarrassment I endured when my fiancé's suit was ruined in front of my staff? Can I afford for my staff's incom

e said, her voice softening but losing none of its authority, "I want you to un

dam," I replied quickly, nodding fervently. She tilted her head slightly, s

ve a whisper. She waved her hand dismissively. "That's all for tonight. Don't disappoint me again." I nodded and hurried out of the room, my heart still racing. Though the storm seemed to have passed, I coul

her figure flawlessly, and her heels clicked with confidence as she glided p

lined the street, their windows displaying clothes, shoes, and jewelry that seemed too extravagant to touc

These are for you," she said casually, her eyes scanning a rack of dresses. I blinked in surprise. "For me, mad

vely, already turning her attention to the next item that had caught her eye. Hours passed in a blur of high-end stores and lavish purchases. By the

hed our table. His confident stride and charming smile turned heads as he greeted Celia. "Celia," he said warmly. "What a pleasant surprise." Her face lit up with a smile I

as a friend, but the lingering glances they exchanged told a different story. The next afternoon, Mrs. Jennings

as on a call, but then I heard soft, intimate laughter, laughter that sent a chill down my spine

apart, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Their connection was unmistakably intimate, far more than mere friendship. In my shoc

m. "Who's there?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension l

to me, her anger palpable. "What did you see?" she hissed, her voice low but deadly. My lips parted, but no sound ca