LOGINTHE BILLIONAIRE’S FRENCH KISS Lena comes to Paris to forget the boyfriend who betrayed her with her best friend—and to rebuild her shattered confidence. At an exclusive gala, she catches the eye of Alexandre Laurent, a devastatingly handsome billionaire who seems captivated by the woman who doesn’t know—or care—who he is. One impulsive dare leads to an unforgettable kiss. Then Lena runs. The next morning, she discovers Alexandre’s identity—and that their kiss was caught on camera. Suddenly, the anonymous woman in the blue dress becomes an internet sensation. Determined to find her, Alexandre begins searching. But Lena has already left Paris. She doesn’t want a billionaire, another man judging her beauty, or a life built on secrets and power. Yet when their paths cross again, resisting Alexandre proves harder than walking away. Because sometimes one reckless kiss becomes the beginning of the love story you never expected.
View MoreLena For one second, I wondered if I had actually done it. I had. I was kissing him. The realization barely had time to register before everything inside me seemed to tilt. His closeness. The warmth between us. The impossible fact that I had actually crossed the room and done something I had been too afraid to do for years. It felt reckless. It felt completely unlike me. And somehow, it felt like exactly what I needed. It was supposed to be quick. Stupid. A reckless little kiss because Maya had dared me to prove that I could stop wondering whether men found me attractive and simply choose for myself. I had told myself it would mean nothing. A few seconds of courage, a story Maya and I could laugh about later, and then I would return to my carefully controlled life. But the moment my lips touched his, every sensible thought vanished. For those first few seconds, I didn't think about the room. I didn't think about the people. I didn't think about Daniel. I didn't think
Lena By the time we found a quieter corner of the room, I had almost forgotten that I was wearing the blue dress. Almost. The truth was, I could still feel it against my skin. Every time I moved, the fabric reminded me of the decision I'd made earlier that evening. I'd chosen it because I liked it. Not because I thought it would make me look thinner. Not because I thought Daniel would have approved. Not because I wanted to disappear. Just because I liked the way the blue looked. That should have been a small thing. Somehow, it wasn't. There was something strangely powerful about wearing something simply because I wanted to. No calculations. No wondering whether it made my waist look smaller. No turning sideways in front of a mirror. No imagining Daniel's expression. Just blue fabric against my skin. A dress I had chosen for myself. And yet, standing in a room full of women who looked as though they belonged on magazine covers, I could still feel that old instinct cr
Alexandre I hated events like this. I hated the noise. The champagne. The endless conversations that sounded important but rarely were. Most of all, I hated the expectation that I should enjoy myself. Tonight, however, I had no choice. My mother had made that very clear. The Laurent Foundation was announcing a new international arts initiative, and because my family name was attached to it, my attendance was not optional. Neither was the dinner afterward. Neither was the photograph with the foundation board. Neither was the conversation with three investors who had apparently decided that a charity gala was the perfect place to discuss a potential acquisition. Family obligation disguised as philanthropy. That was how these evenings worked. I could have sent someone in my place. I usually did. But this particular foundation had been started by my grandmother, and my mother had reminded me of that fact three times this week. You are not allowed to send Julien. I had la
Lena The event was being held at a private mansion on one of the most beautiful streets I'd ever seen. The car moved slowly along the narrow street, and I found myself pressing closer to the window. Paris had looked beautiful everywhere we went, but this part of the city felt different. Quieter. More polished. More expensive. Even the buildings seemed to know they were beautiful. Tall iron gates surrounded enormous properties. Warm golden light spilled from windows. Elegant trees lined the pavement, their leaves shifting gently in the evening breeze. I adjusted the skirt of my dress over my knees. My fingers wouldn't stop moving. I'd spent nearly an hour getting ready. Maya had insisted on doing my hair. I'd put on earrings I'd almost decided not to wear. I'd stood in front of the mirror three separate times and wondered whether the blue dress had been a terrible idea. Now, sitting in the back of a car headed toward a mansion filled with people I had never met, I was be






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.