The Billionaire's Curvy Bride
I was built like a coastal fortress, wide-rooted and unshakeable, and for the first time in my life, I felt entirely at home in my own skin.
Across the room, the low sound of Kai's laughter filled the warm air.
He was sitting on a plush leather ottoman between Julian and Ariana, his little legs swinging beneath his linen trousers. At four years old, Kai was a striking blend of stillness and sharp intelligence. He was currently holding Ariana’s hand, carefully inspecting the heavy silver ring on her index finger.
"Is this real silver from the northern mines, Aunt Ariana?" Kai asked, his voice clear and serious, his dark brows pulling together in intense focus.