Ella’s POV
The airport was unlike anything I had ever seen, but I barely had time to process it. My so-called father moved with the efficiency of a man who controlled everything in his orbit.
The moment we arrived, two sleek black SUVs pulled up to the private terminal. Uniformed staff greeted him with reverence, bowing slightly as he passed.
“Is this even real?” I whispered to Maya, who walked beside me, her eyes as wide as mine. She shook her head, her voice hushed. “Ella, I think your dad is a freaking billionaire.”
Billionaire? That word didn’t even scratch the surface.
We stepped inside the private terminal, a place dripping with elegance. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, polished marble floors reflected every step we took, and the walls were lined with rare art pi
