Billionaire's Match

Ariana felt the strength in Trey’s hands against her face grow, as if something within him had awakened -a force that was both intoxicating and terrifying. Yet, she remained lost in the warmth of the moment, her heart swelling with sweetness, responding obediently to his touch.

Then, without warning, he suddenly stopped.

Trey lifted her chin, his eyes deep and shadowed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The gaze that met hers felt strange, almost as if… it wasn’t truly seeing her.

“Trey? What’s wrong?” Ariana asked, unease creeping into her voice.

Only then did Trey snap back to himself. The haze in his eyes cleared in an instant, and he reached out, pulling her gently into his arms once more, letting her rest her head against his chest.

“It’s nothing… I just… missed you a little,” he murmured.

she replied with a soft laugh, sensing something odd but

precisely his mystery, the way he carried a duality

would never forget. Among a sea of

delivering a presentation in a perfectly tailored deep-gray suit. His tall, striking figure drew every woman’s

features weren’t the deepest, his physique not the tallest or most muscular, and he lacked the overt, sunlit charisma of Yustonia men. There was no aggressive energy to put anyone on

another country would struggle to command a room. Some students. mocking his appearance and status, nearly disrupted the event. But the moment

his words silenced even the most audacious critics. The room fell into an unusual

diving straight into the core message. His choice of words was elegant, even weaving in references to poetry,