Billionaire's Abused Wife
As Jemma looked ahead, her eyes and mouth widened in surprise.
At the mountain's crown, where the air was crisp and the stars seemed within arm's reach, the sky flared a mesmerizing aurora, splashing its brilliance across the canvas of the night. Noah, a profile against the divine masterpiece, stood sentinel behind Jemma, his hands gently cradling her shoulders. The car, a silent witness, held its place in the shadows behind them.
Together, they stood on this heavenly stage, two souls entangled in the dance of the cosmos, their eyes tracing the angelic choreography overhead. It was as if the universe had carefully orchestrated this moment for them – a symphony of lights, a ballet of stars.
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