Billionaire's Forced Love

merates in the world, Adrian had everything a man could want-wealth, influence, respect. His name alone carried the weight of an empire. From the sleek lines of his high-ri

was different. They had been persistent, almost too persistent, in their approach. His fathe

ried. It's settled. The Jameson girl. I've spoken to her pare

e had been aware of his parents' desire for him to settle down-everyone in his circle was already married, forming alliances, h

hose who lacked real ambitions could afford. He had built his empire with his own hands. His

e when the company had just begun to make its mark. His father had worked tirelessly, no doubt. But at what cost? Adrian ha

d built a reputation for being untouchable, and Adrian couldn't afford to tarnish that image

ing dedication to family reputation. The Jameson family, though not as powerful as the Blackwells, was well known in their own right. Isabe

tone warm but firm. "The Blackwell name will bring us all the right con

. Her mother had spoken often about duty, about the Jameson legacy, and about how important it was to maintain their standing. Still, nothing could prep

fore the wedding?" Isabella asked

. You'll meet him soon enough. Everything wil

heard about Adrian Blackwell, he was no different. He was the youngest billionaire in the country, and his reputation was

made up their minds. The weight of tradition and family honor was upon her shoulders. She coul

aled the grandeur of Adrian's own family's residence. But it felt... empty. There was no warmth in the atmosphere, no sense of home

evening sun casting a warm halo around her. She was... beautiful, yes, but not in the way Adrian was used to. She wasn't wearing the latest d

trange. He had expected a woman who would fall at his feet, eager to marry into his wealth an

self with his usual confidence, offer

olite but reserved. She shook his hand gently

. It irked him. She was nothing like the women he was accustomed to. She didn't fawn ov

nt of fireworks, of some grand chemistry or connection. But instead, she felt an odd sense of detachment. His suit was p

a polite smile. "I suppose our famil

smile that didn't quite reach

exchanged pleasantries about business deals and investments. It was clear that neither Adrian nor Isabella cared much for the conv

tes. They were the perfect couple in front of their parents, their smiles as flawless as their clothes. But behind closed doors, they remained strangers. Adrian would

way, just a little. He began to notice the way Isabella carried herself. There was an innate gr

seemed to retreat into his work, the moments when his facade cracked and she could glimpse the vulnerability behind the

them knew how things would unfold, but one thing was certain-they were now bound by a marr