Trapped in the billionaire's fake Engagement

om dawn to evening cleaning rooms at the opulent Grand Riviera Hotel, smiling despite her weariness and hiding her fantasies of something more thrilling w

ause the air itself and demand attention with ease, she had come to terms with her invisibility. Thou

Despite her best efforts, Lena couldn't help but gaze. He moved with such control and deliberateness that it seemed as if he were a chess master planning every move. In an effort to project professionalism, she smoothed her clothing,

lnerable, as if her very soul were being scrutinized. She had seen rich men before, even billionaires, since news and tabloids were unavoidable. He accepted the key card she had produced with chilly,

amusing, but she was at a loss for words. As she led the way down the immaculate marble hallways, his eyes followed her every step. No one dared to speak up, but the hotel staff observed in silence, feeling

than her monthly wage multiplied by years, screamed luxury. His demeanor was enigmatic as he entered and surveyed the room as though evaluating a recent purchase. Uncertain if she had impressed him or just annoyed his high expect

cant. He went on, "I need someone like you," in a serious, piercing, and unshakable tone. Lena felt her stomach drop. By that, what did he mean? She had been just an employee of the hotel going about her business.

fully comprehend their meaning. Fifteen pages of legalese, obligations, limits, and repercussions described an engagement. The stranger's name was prominently displayed at the top, along with a request for her signa

f your discretion. You don't inquire. You stay out of the way. With unflinching eyes, he answered, "And because you will do exactly what is asked of you." Lena noticed a minor weakening in her knees. She was stunned by

e was anything but ordinary were all scenarios that rushed through Lena's head. She was aware that her response could have a profound impact on her identity, job, and safety. However, there was an indisputable appeal to th

the actual contract. Lena's trembling fingers lingered on the pen. A bizarre part of her pondered what it would be like to be wanted, to matter so much in someone's world, even if her sensible mind sh

ke to be in his circle, to be influenced by him, to experience a life that sounded both exhilarating and dangerous. Lena closed her eyes in an attempt to gain perspective, but the gravity of the circu

cknowledged her response with a small inclination of his head. Knowing that before evening she would have to make a decision that may completely alter her life, Lena left the penthouse with her thoug