Sabrina Ultra HQ's glass doors moved softly with their characteristic soft whoosh, and in came Eliana Thompson, clad in white silk blouse, high-waisted pants, and heels that whispered power. Her engagement ring glimmered with sunlight that poured through the lobby windows—delicate, but breathtaking. Just like her.Heads turned.Whispers followed.The Heiress. Damian Wolfe's fiancée. The woman who had turned down kings and billionaires, only to say yes to her former bodyguard.But when she smiled, looking so untroubled and natural, the murmurs turned into admiration."Eliana Thompson's here," one intern whispered quietly to another. "She's even more beautiful in real life.""I heard the engagement's on. Like, ring-and-forever kind of on," another said, her eyes wide.As she passed by, she offered a polite nod to those that addressed her. She wasn't here to flaunt her name. She was here to see her mother's heritage. To have a foundation. To, above all things, share her joy.She stepped
Nathaniel Harper stood in the corner office of Harper Luxe Holdings, the late-afternoon gold light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. The news had come quietly—like a storm whispered on an otherwise tranquil day. A text from a past friend. A shared photo in an invite-only group chat. No shout, no cruelty, just irrefutable.Eliana Thompson was engaged.To Damian Wolfe.He stood there, frozen, for a moment. Clenched his jaw and had his fists loosely balled in the pockets of his fitted slacks.It wasn't shocking.No. He had witnessed the way Damian gazed at her. As if she were his entire world. As if the world only existed when she was with him. Nathaniel had done that to her once as well. But Eliana… she never gazed at him quite the same.He shut his eyes, allowing the silence to seep in. The kind of silence that pushes against your chest and makes breathing difficult. He'd had his opportunity—perhaps more than one—but he'd allowed it to slip away from him.Too slow.Too cautio
And under the quiet of the night, surrounded by their families and love more boisterous than ever, one thing resonated across that starry beach:They were no longer simply two hearts searching for one another—They were home.Snuggled up in each other's arms in the wide expanse of sky, Eliana and Damian weren't simply a loving couple anymore.They were a promise. A decision. A future.Eliana shifted toward him, tracing her fingers over the angles of his jaw. "So… what now, fiancé?"Damian smiled, bringing her close until all that was left between them was room for honesty. "Now? We make plans for forever. Together." She smiled, her eyes shining with emotion. "Forever sounds perfect."From the sidelines, the Thompson family stood in awed silence, not daring to shatter it. Sabrina clutched Benedict's hand so tightly it was white-knuckled, her eyes brimming with tears. Saben—much as he theatrically brushed a tear away—was genuinely touched.The ocean itself fell silent, the wind merely
The sky was pale gold and pink as the sun slowly set into the horizon. The wind was soft and scented with saltwater and jasmine. The beach, barricaded and romantically lit with lanterns and bobbing candles in glass balloons, was otherworldly. There was a small wooden table placed upon a Persian carpet that had been stretched out on the sand, its fine silverware, a vase of fresh flowers, and a bottle of red wine that Eliana preferred most.The waves moved far away in a serene, endless motion—just like Damian Wolfe's own heart as he laid forearms upon the rim of the dying sun, tugging desperately at the cuff of his fresh white linen shirt."Eliana's nearly here," Saben came exploding out from behind a palm frond, binoculars like an absurd spy. Next to him, Benedict and Sabrina crouched down behind beach cover, and Grandma Wendy, champagne from a surreptitious flask bubbled."Hush, Saben," Sabrina crept quietly, her fist over her chest in emotion."Still think it's not too late to reques
The interrogation was low-key, wood and old dusty books smell pervading the space with easy calm. There was an untouched glass of bourbon in front of Benedict Thompson as he sat in his black leather armchair with hands crossed over his chin.Sabrina entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She carried a tray of tea, the gentle clink of porcelain soft in the stillness. She set it down on the side table, then turned to face her husband.“You’ve been quiet all evening,” she said softly, taking a seat on the nearby couch. “Even after dinner. What’s on your mind, Benedict?”Benedict stared at her, his mind elsewhere, as if deciding something significant."Eliana," he said finally. "And Damian Wolfe."Sabrina wrapped her hands in her lap, raised one eyebrow slightly higher. "Is this the rumor mill? The show trial? It'll blow over. People always talk. We taught Eliana well—she understands how it works."Benedict's head shook in a strict laugh. "It's not the gossip."Sabrina nodded her h
Damian stood there, his chest rising and falling at regular intervals. Benedict had just given him the most valuable gift—respect. It would have been enough.But Damian wasn't done.He faced around to Eliana's father, meeting him with even eyes. "One more thing, sir."Benedict's brow furrowed. "Yes?""I would like to ask your permission to wed your daughter."There was silence in the room. Even the clock on the wall ceased its ticking.Damian's voice was deep but firm. "Not yet, not now. I haven't spoken to her yet. But I will. And when I do, I want to do it in the proper way—with dignity. With your consent."Benedict looked at him for a very, very long time.Then he stood up.And for the very first time, he came around the desk—not as a CEO, not as the lion of the Thompson empire—but as a father.“You’ve got guts,” Benedict said.Damian gave a small, respectful nod. “Only when it comes to her.”After a few tense seconds, Benedict placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You better make i