The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

When Eltham's confession got stuck in his throat, he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. It dawned on him that Brittany had never considered their engagement anything more than a convenient arrangement, not a matter of the heart. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he struggled to maintain his composure as the atmosphere inside the car grew tense.

After a while, Eltham managed to regain his calm. "You're right," he conceded, "coexisting peacefully is the best we can hope for now."

Brittany didn't dwell on the conversation. Exhausted from the long day and with little energy left to spar with Eltham, she yawned, "I'm beat. I could use a nap."

"Go ahead, I'll wake you when we get there," Eltham offered, a hint of warmth returning to his voice.

With a light, carefree smile, Brittany thanked him and eased into the leather seat, letting her guard down for a moment of rest.

Eltham slowed the car down, his gaze unintentionally drifting towards Brittany.

The crisp autumn air turned biting cold, as if overnight, turning Craneville into a frostbitten landscape. The chill seeped through the windows, numbing his fingers.

Brittany

Brittany, her skin fair and delicate, untouched by age, her features refined

himself captivated

a gala with Ysabel. Dressed in a black evening gown, she looked like a sprite of the night, her laughter and bright eyes enchanting everyone around her. Raised

wildcard, her unbridled spirit and unconventional thinking cracking open his meticulously controlled life, making

water, dousing his fervent emotions, leaving him unable to even

thought, they had plenty of it to

was key, as good things often come to those who

...

was already eleven, and Brittany was yet

stay up with him in the garden,