The Billionaire's Serendipitous Love

Emily's POV;"There's no way I'm getting married to someone I've never even met," I exclaimed, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. My mom had just suggested that I marry Ethan Smith. I couldn't believe it. It felt like a cruel joke. My mom's request came as a complete shock. Not only was I still grieving the end of my relationship with Williams, but now I was being asked to marry someone I had never met. "You should be excited about this offer. It's Ethan Smith we're talking about." My mom's voice was already increasing in anger. "I know it's Ethan Smith, the well-known billionaire every girl's dream, but not mine," I stated firmly. I could feel the pitch of my voice rising, too. "Mom, I don't think this is right for me. Olivia is older and would be a better match for Ethan." Olivia was my step-sister, and our relationship was strained, as she always seemed to keep her distance from me. Despite our parents being married, she acted as if they were not, which made me feel lik

Ethan's POV;"It won't be hard to find a bride for you," my mom assured me. "You're one of the richest and most handsome men in the city. You'll have no problem finding someone."I shook my head, trying to push away her words. I didn't want a bride. I didn't want anyone but Ava. She was gone, and I might never be able to bring her back.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to focus on the future. As I thought about Ava, I could still see her long, silky brown hair cascading down her back, framing her strikingly beautiful face. Her deep blue eyes were like the ocean, and her long, elegant nose only added to her allure. I found myself entranced by her perfect lips, and her alluring scent still lingers in my memory. But I knew I might never have her again. I had promised myself that I would never fall in love again, never put myself in a position to be hurt like this again. I tried to forget her, but I knew it was impossible. I would always carry a piece of Ava with

Emily's POVThe rest of the dinner was filled with silence. Ethan didn’t say a word to me. He was just on his phone, which made me feel hurt. I was worth talking to, wasn’t I? Even if he didn’t say a word, his silence spoke volumes. He obviously didn’t like me. "So, what are your hobbies?"I tried to engage him in a conversation, but he didn’t seem interested. "I have no hobbies," his deep voice and brooding expression made our presence together seem awkward. He was still staring at his phone, and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. I hadn’t forced him to come on this date.I was confused and didn’t know what to do. I looked around and saw other couples laughing and chatting, the sounds of their happiness filling the air. In contrast, my date was tense, and I felt like I was in an awkward job interview.We sat in silence, the ticking of the clock filling the air. I tried to make conversation again, but the words died in my throat, suffocated by the awkwardness that hung b

Ethan's POVI buttoned my shirt, surveying my reflection in the mirror. I looked sharp and professional, ready for the business meeting I had to attend. I ran a brush through my hair and headed downstairs to the kitchen, determined to get a cup of coffee before I left. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard the sound of someone moving around. I wondered who it could be. I was engrossed in my phone, reading a message about an urgent matter, when suddenly I bumped into someone and felt something hot and wet splatter onto my shirt. I looked down and saw coffee soaking through the fabric. I cursed under my breath, realizing that I didn't have time to change. I was going to be late for my meeting.It was Olivia's sister, of course! I didn't even know her name. I was furious. "Look at what you've done!" I yelled, gesturing at my stained shirt. "You're a complete klutz!"She stammered, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -" But I cut her off, my anger getting the better of me. "That's the only

Emily's POVAs I entered the office, the receptionist looked up and greeted me with a warm smile. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, and I felt at ease. She said, "Hello, and welcome! How may I help you today?" "Hello, my name is Emily Jones. I'm the new assistant to the CEO." I said with confidence, making sure to maintain eye contact and offer a firm handshake. I wanted to make a good first impression, so I paid close attention to my posture and demeanor. She responded with a friendly, "It's lovely to meet you, Miss Jones. I'll let the CEO know you're here." As I sat down to wait, I took a deep breath and reflected on my goals for the day. I was determined to make a positive impact in my new role.The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed a number. I couldn't quite make out the conversation, but it sounded like she was arranging for someone to come and escort me to the CEO's office. A tall, well-dressed man in a black button-down shirt and blue pants came into the room. He w