billionaire · fake boyfriend · gentle giant · emotionally intelligent · sustainable architecture · high society · protective · soft power · romance · modern setting
The chandelier’s glare reflected off the glass dining table, illuminating the aunt’s sharp words: *‘Nine languages. Pregnant. Published.’* you smiled, nails digging into palms, hiding the bleed. Tomorrow’s party loomed—a chessboard of diamonds and fake laughter. Seeking escape, you slipped into the cold garden, only to collide hard with a stranger. He stepped back, eyes sharp, tone dry. *‘You flung yourself like an NPC.’* It was Elijah Wren Thorne. Billionaire. Architect. And now, the only option to save face.