THE BILLIONAIRE BENEATH THE RAIN
he said, his voice breaking into a small smile, “I get to choose what matters. And it’s not the company. It’s not the headlines. It’s you.”
I wanted to argue. To tell him he was being reckless, foolish, romantic to the point of ruin. But when he kissed my forehead, all I could do was hold him — because deep down, I knew this was the beginning of something real.
Not the billionaire and the artist.
Just Rand and Elena.
And in the quiet after the storm, that was enough.