All Chapters of Beneath The Billionaire's Veil : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day, I found myself standing outside a massive office building as the clock approached noon.Although the tall, mirrored exterior reflected my surroundings, I didn't feel visible on the inside.So what am I doing here?, I asked myself.I took long breaths to calm myself and gripped my purse tightly. "Meet me at the lawyers' office at noon, don't be late," Alexander had stated clearly.I knew that this step felt as decisive as the one before it, but I had no idea what to expect.Alexander was seated at the head of a long table in the small room that the receptionist led me to.Unreadable yet forceful, his eyes met mine as he asked me to take a seat next to him. "This is where things become official," he murmured softly, his tone firm but with a hint of something I couldn't quite identify.Even though the environment was icy clean, the gravity of what was happening felt intensely personal.The lawyer started talking in a low murmur that I could hardly hear.The air was filled

The document in front of me was an official confirmation of the decision I had just taken. My signature felt heavy on my chest, even though the ink was dry.I stared at the papers in a fog until my mother's voice broke through."Isabella."She placed a warm hand on my shoulder. "You made the right decision."I looked up at her, watching her face for a hint of doubt. But all I saw was relaxation and a faint sense of pride."Your father and I are proud of you," she said. This will save our lives. You've secured our future, Bella!".Instead of stengthing me, her remarks just served to deepen my sense of hurt and emptiness."Oh my god," I said in a low voice. "What have I done?"I'm not sure she heard me. She was already stacking up the signed papers, precisely and swiftly, as if afraid I might change my mind.I wanted to scream and take it all back but I couldn't as I saw her shoulders relax for the first time in weeks."This was for them, I told myself, for my family".But as she left

The morning came too quickly!. My heart felt heavy as I prepared for the day.Every time my mother insisted that I chose something that would show off my "true grace," I wore a lovely lavender dress that was both simple yet elegant.I looked in the mirror in an attempt to gain confidence, but all I saw was a stranger.Alexander's team arrived promptly at 9 a.m. They were frighteningly efficient.They took me to a stylist, set up the engagement venue, and went over a checklist that sounded more like a corporate merger than the beginning of a marriage.By noon, I was worn out. And the engagement hadn't even started.----------------------------------Prescott's mansion gleamed like a palace.In the center of the vast grounds, which were peppered with white roses, was a beautiful gazebo, draped in soft linens.Their elegant appearance only added to my uneasiness as the visitors mixed and drank champagne.Near the door, I noticed Alexander discussing with a few men wearing form-fitting su

I sat at my vanity the following morning, gazing at the reflection that no longer felt like me. As my mother adjusted my dress, a pastel blue piece that Shone elegance, her gentle sweet hums could be heard in the background."The Presley heir's fiancée couldn't afford to look less than flawless. With gentle hands on my shoulders, my mother whispered, "Smile, Isabella.""Today is a big day."A big day? How did my life become so out of control? In just a few hours, the world would see me as Alexander Presley’s fiancée. It wasn’t just the weight of the title—it was the lies, the pretense, the façade I had to wear like a second skin. Even though I knew it was quite impossible, I looked at my phone, hoping and wishing for a message from Marco. Of course it wasn't his fault he had vanished from my life.My mother's voice pierced my mind, "Isabella." "Are you paying attention?" I forced a smile and responded,"Yes, Mama." She seemed content and let me gather my thoughts.My smile vanishe

The brightness of the morning sun shone through my window as I stood in sharp contrast to the chill that was beginning to settle in my chest.I gazed at the ceiling, I could hear the city's subtle hum awakening all around me.My mind was a whirlpool of feelings that I couldn't quite put my finger on.I would put on the bride-to-be mask, answer boring questions, and smile for the cameras today. I wasn't just any Fiancée, but the a Presley's bride"Although I wasn't sure if it was anxiety or fear, the thought made my stomach turn. I padded to the mirror after sliding out of bed.I looked back at my mirror, a weary young woman who was doing her best to look courageous.I traced my jaw's curvature, the slight shadows under my eyes revealing the sleepless night I had spent.What do they think of me today? A woman in love with no hope? Or, in a game too big for her to win, a piece, placed strategically?I pushed those thoughts from my mind and looked at the little stack of clothes Martha ha