THE BILLIONAIRE'S NUN

The cathedral glistened under the late afternoon sun, its stained-glass windows casting kaleidoscopic reflections across the red carpet that stretched from the doors to the altar. The air was thick with perfume, whispers, and the clicks of designer heels. Outside, a fleet of luxury cars and SUVs lined the street as paparazzi clamored for the perfect angle.Eva had never worn lipstick before.Now, in the backseat of a Rolls-Royce Phantom, she sat silent as a beauty artist dabbed a rose-gold shimmer on her lips, completing the transformation. Her veil was pinned into her hair, her bare shoulders dusted with glimmering powder. The air inside the car smelled of Chanel No. 5, leather, and quiet dread.“She’s here!” someone gasped.The bride stepped out.“Breathe,” her makeup artist said gently. “You're the bride. Today, the world is watching you.”Eva only nodded.If only they knew they were watching the wrong girl.Eva’s veil was long enough to drag shadows behind her. Her gown a custom E

The morning light poured in through the cathedral-tall windows, golden and indifferent.Eva opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the unfamiliar softness of the bed. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The silk sheets. The silence. The emptiness beside her.Then it hit her again the wedding, the suite, the absence of Jeremi , and the way her own tears had salted the bathwater hours before. It was not a dream afterall. She sat up, drawing the covers around her. Her skin still smelled faintly of rose oil. Her hair was tangled, her body sore not from passion, but from tension. A soft knock came. She stiffened. Her first instinct was to hide.“Enter,” she said weakly. It wasn’t Jeremi. It was Beatrice her new personal Assistant. Her dad had made sure Beatrice went with her, just so that she does not make mistakes.Beatrice stepped inside with the same calculating calm she always wore. Dressed immaculately in a black tailored suit, she held a white envelope in one hand

Eva stood before the grand, full-length mirror in the master suite, still unsure whether the woman staring back was truly her.She looked… breathtaking.Her skin held a soft golden glow, polished to perfection. Her cheekbones, high and pronounced, framed a delicate, oval face that reminded her of the women she’d once seen on New York magazine covers in passing impossibly elegant, born to rule.Her dark, almond-shaped eyes shimmered with a blend of quiet intelligence and fear, framed with long lashes and subtle smoky shadow. Her lips, tinted a muted berry tone, looked soft but firm, like she had something important to say but wasn’t ready to speak it. The silk gown Jeremi had picked she wore was a deep emerald green sleeveless, backless, and hugging her slender curves in a way that was bold without being vulgar. The neckline dipped just enough to spark whispers, and the slit along her left leg moved with grace as she took a few slow steps in her heels. Her dark hair was swept into a s

The morning after the gala was quiet. The golden sunrise had barely kissed the Manhattan skyline when Eva stirred in bed, still wrapped in yesterday’s memories. She had cried herself to bed last night , barely remembering how she slept off. Downstairs, the mansion felt colder without his presence.Eva stood before the mirror. The woman staring back was no longer the silent novice who had once walked cloistered halls. Her eyes, once full of innocent devotion, now held a trace of steel. Eva slipped into a simple navy dress, tying her hair into a soft bun. She instructed Beatrice to prepare for her brief visit to her father’s home. She said it lightly, but her heart weighed with a storm of emotions especially now, with the envelope burning a hole in her handbag. The one Ellen had left behind. Before she could even leave her suite, her feet stopped near the stairwell. Her eyes drifted upwards. The top floor.That floor.She had never been allowed there. No one was, except for Abrams El