Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella
Nylah Porsildsold to the billionaire, now my family begs for forgivenessi seduced my fatherforced to marry mr. billionaireclaimed by my ex's father-in-law
Evelina’s approving hum made the air feel heavier.
“You look like a saint,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Exactly what the Petrov family expects.”
A saint. The words felt wrong, but I didn’t argue. Saints were supposed to bring hope. I felt like a fraud wearing the title.
The dress fitting followed. The gown was beautiful—white lace with floral embroidery, a high neck adorned with pearls. I ran my fingers over the delicate fabric, wishing it didn’t feel like a costume for a role I didn’t want to play.