Jennifer's POV
My prediction was right. The luxurious dress, the impossible heels, the expensive gift, and the key to the beautiful apartment was all attached to a string. A string that was now pulling me into a forceful wind, threatening to tear me from the shaky ground I’d managed to reclaim.
And then he’d said it. Will you be my fiancée?
The word hung in the air, a glittering, dangerous jewel. Shock was the first wave, a physical jolt that stole my breath. It was followed by a surge of pure, unadulterated surprise. He wasn’t just proposing an affair, he was offering a crown.
He was still looking at me, his billionaire’s gaze unwavering, waiting for an answer to a question that felt like a life sentence, whether to a palace or a prison, I couldn’t tell.
My voice, when it came, was
