Billionaire’s Unseen Love (Bella and Alex)

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86 Rhythms of the Heart

In the grand ballroom, amidst the glimmering lights and masked faces, Alex found himself mintentionally drawn to Emma. His eyes lingered on her, a familiar ache in his heart. He was torn between the past they shared and the distance that now lay between them. Nathan, noticing Alex’s distraction, nudged him playfully, “Caught your eye, didn’t she? The night’s young; who knows what might happen?”

Emma, lost in thought, murmured absently, “It’s nothing. Let’s just enjoy the party.” He wast determined to maintain his composure, but Emma’s presence stirred emotions he thought he had long buried.

As the party progressed, the lively atmosphere was interrupted by an unexpected announcement from Desmond and Viola, “Let’s add a twist to our masquerade!” Desmond’s voice boomed, “When the lights go out, find a dance partner, and let fate decide!”

The crowd erupted in excitement, but Alex felt a sense of apprehension. He wasn’t one for spontaneous encounters, preferring the safety of distance and observation.

As the room plunged into darkness, Emma, who had been quietly observing from a corner, felt a sudden grip on her hand. Startled, she tried to pull away, but the firm grasp held her in place.

“Emma, don’t run away from the fun,” Viola’s voice whispered in the dark. “Let go and enjoy the night. You deserve it.”

Reluctantly, Emma allowed herself to be drawn into the throng. She moved cautiously, each step a dance in itself. Suddenly, she felt her hand brush against someone’s. Before she could react, her hand was clasped, and she was gently pulled into a dance stance.

The masquerade ball, with its promise of mystery and charm, turned into a stage for an unexpected reunion. Emma, usually composed, found herself in a whirlwind of emotions as the dance began, with Alex as her unforeseen partner.

lights flickered back on, Emma found herself face to face with Alex. Their eyes met, and a myriad of unspoken words hung

surprised, hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Shall we dance, Emma?”

of events, nodded silently. As the music swelled, they began to dance, their movements synchronized in a tango that

murmured, her voice tinged with surprise, as they fell into step

softly, “Nor did I. But

minimal, the focus on their movements, each step a delicate balance of past

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only they existed. Emma’s grace and poise were undeniable, and Alex found himself captivated

of what they once had, yet she also felt a newfound sense of freedom. The dance was a way to express all that had been left unsaid, a final goodbye to

distance between them narrowed, both physically and metaphorically. The shared rhythm

them.

feel a twinge of concern.

“Sometimes, the most unexpected encounters lead to profound realizations. Let’s

Desmond, who had planned to approach Emma during the dance, was struck by a sense of frustration. Emma, in Alex’s arms, seemed to

he said. “I’ve lost my