The mysterious Billionaire's Wife; a lost heiress.
Joyce writermy marriage makes me feel dead insidehe finally regrets it after seeing me marry anotherafter bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry himdumped the scumbag, now i'm married to a billionaire
Just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, partly because of me… partly because of the demons he couldn’t shake.
Even in his arms, I could feel his mind drifting. But he held me tight—gentle, yet firm—like someone who didn’t want to lose what mattered most.
So I stayed. Quietly. Calmly. Letting him hold me like something precious and irreplaceable.
The lyrics of the song played softly in the background:
*“If I could hold the moonlight still,
And pause the ache the night might spill,
I’d give the stars just one request—