The billionaire's secret soulmate

k clearly, and never let feelings cloud her judgment. Love, she believed, was something you figured out on paper-a car

person that mattered. Ryan was a rising star in the tech world, known for his bold ideas and infectious energy. Liana first noticed him during the company's quarterly strategy meeting. While most of the room was fixated on spreadsheets and q

him in the elevator. He caught her eye and smiled, a slo

" he asked.

specially not by someone as charismatic as Ryan. Usually, she preferred to stay under the radar, focusing on her work rather than

he replied, shaking it with a confidence that didn

fully

That brief exchange marked the beginning

-night brainstorming sessions-and always found a way to strike up a conversation. He asked about her work, her goals, and even

dn't just chase profit but changed lives. About technology that could bridge gaps,

rs about everything from coding languages to their childhoods. Ryan told her about growing up i

ning. "Not just a startup that makes money, but something t

een waiting for? Their con

he liked her coffee black or the way she crinkled her nose when she laughed. He sent her

eir moments together, the way his presence ma

estaurant he claimed served the best pasta in the city. The place was int

him, the heartbreaks that made him stronger. He spoke honestly, with

," he said, swirling

earn, isn't always easy. The first doubt crept in one afternoon at the company retreat. Ryan had been distracted, constantly checking his

Ryan's voice was low, tense. "I told you, no one can know.

ghed it off. "You're imagining things. It's not

hat everyone had secrets. That love meant trusting, even when it was har

Ryan surprised her with a bouquet of wildflowers-a small, thoughtful gesture that

to say yes. She wanted to believe. But somewhere d

w more frequent, his touches more lingering. He talked about tri

future where the past didn't haunt

office, she noticed his computer screen was open-emails exchanged with someon

on his phone, his tone softer than usual, words she

ed and said, "Trust me. It's n

romise of forever sounded like a dream she wanted to live, but

he man she wanted him to be, not the one she fear

e. In the glow of city lights outside her apartment window, she whispered a silent