The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Eltham, have you lost your mind? You know she's not into you" Piper had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that Eltham would propose to Brittany under these circumstances. "Piper."

Eltham's expression remained calm. He genuinely wasn't bothered by whether Brittany had feelings for someone else. He believed that with enough time, he could make her fall for him. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Piper whispered, her mind racing with countless possibilities. Maybe it was the Queen applying pressure.

Or perhaps, he needed the Lynette family's wealth to bolster his position.

"Nothing of the sort." Eltham thought Piper's imagination was running wild, shaking his head with sincerity in his eyes: "Piper, I like her."

Boom-

Piper's mental defenses shattered completely.

"In fact, it was me who asked my mother to arrange the marriage."

Eltham had never shared this with anyone else. Growing up with Piper and viewing her almost as a sister, he confided: "So, I don't mind if she has someone she likes. I believe I have the capability to win her affection—" Piper's face turned a shade of deep discomfort. She had always comforted herself thinking Eltham was coerced into the engagement with Brittany, never considering that Eltham might have developed genuine feelings for Brittany! Eltham failed to notice Piper's discomfort, his mind, and heart already devoted to Brittany.

"Let's put an end to this matter."

a weak smile, "Alright, this

exchanging a few

Brittany seemed tired, and Eltham,

no displays of affection

made Piper lose her grip on

couldn't understand why, after all these years, he had never looked her way with affection, yet he fell for

called a private investigator, her voice seething with rage, "I don't care what you have to do, dig up everything

liked, they couldn't possibly not

would ensure the royal

...

way back, "Bri, let's get you to a clinic for a full check-up soon,

always had a sensitive

some thought, she proposed, "There's no need for you to arrange anything. I'll go to the Lynette Conglomerate's private clinic in a few days. If you're free, you could

a bit disheartened yet concealing

you not

not expecting

mostly preparations for public appearances and maintaining a facade of a loving