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If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.

It never did. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” she said, stepping into my path with the soft precision of a lioness blocking a gazelle. “Brides can get… fragile before the big day.” I returned her smile with the same politeness. “I’m doing fine.” “I’m glad to hear it. You looked a bit pale in that Page Six photo yesterday.” I blinked. “You read Page Six now?” “Oh, darling.” She tilted her head. “Everyone reads Page Six when it’s about you.”

She mumbled in a shrug as she diverted her attention back to the sandwich. **************** Don sat down on the couch with his legs crossed as he pressed his phone whilst he wait for Lillian. He was already growing impatient, so he signalled for Draco to come closer. Draco came forward and bent over. "Get........." The sound of clicking heels interrupted him and he looked to see Lillian climbing down the stairs. She was dressed in a blue sparkling flare gown with white heels. She had a white purse to match. Don was almost unable take his eyes off her, even Draco and Rex got dazed by her beauty at that moment.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

“Bring me your most expensive gown, something glamorous” The woman nodded eagerly and disappeared into the back room. Victoria's eyes narrowed. “Since when do you care about spending money on dresses? Ou always said you wanted a simple wedding” Elena gave a calm, knowing look. “People change, Victoria. Don't they?” Victoria gave Elena a puzzled look, “maybe its cause of the wedding stress but don't act out of line…”, before Victoria could continue, the attendant returned carrying a gown that sparkled under the light; a breathtaking creation of satin and lace, fitted to accentuate every curve, elegant yet daring.

“Then tell me, Rebecca. Who are you?” Before I could reply, a familiar voice interrupted. “Ready to go?” Mr Smith stood beside us. “I am,” I said quickly, smiling at him. “Just give me a second.” I leaned closer to Seraphina and whispered softly into her ear. “I am the Alpha’s bride.” Then I stepped back, smiling brightly. “It was lovely chatting with you today. Let us do it again sometime.” I turned to Mr Smith. “I am ready. Let us go.” He took my hand without hesitation, his grip warm and steady, and together, we walked out of the council hall.

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

“Never again.” The vows were simple. Honest. Real. And when they kissed, it wasn’t a revelation. It was a continuation. Some love stories begin loudly. Others survive everything first. _____________ Author’s Note Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Proxy Bride. What began as an idea grew into something far bigger than I imagined, and the support and encouragement I’ve received along the way have meant more than I can properly put into words.Thank you for staying until the end. Thank you for believing in Lena, Damon, and Amara. Thank you for trusting me with your time. Until I write again. 💛