Hazel
Becoming Alexander’s fiancée was starting to take its toll. Every blog, every rival, every headline was a constant reminder that I was living on borrowed time. They all speculated that he was just teasing me, that his proposal was a business move for a brilliant engineer, not a ring for a future wife. I threw my iPad onto the side table in frustration.
“I have to do something to make Alexander mine for real,” I declared to my P.A.
“You are his fiancée. Just ignore the trolls,” she advised.
I leaned back into the plush sofa, shaking my head. “Alexander isn’t a regular guy. He’s the kind of man you sacrifice everything for. The most eligible bachelor with old money, power, and that face…” My voice trailed off as I looked at his profile on my phone. He had the most sculpted face in
