This is Book 3 of Billionaire series, it's a short Billionaire romance, The love story ofAaron Knight and Eternity Granger.This is a standalone novel.**************Eternity povSlowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.I live in my apartment in New York. Of course, I am 21 years old and I didn't live with my parents.My bedroom is small compared to the living room of my apartment, but I can still fit everything I need into it. I have a bed right in the middle of my squarish room, which takes up quite a bit of space, but I like it that way. You may find me laying there reading a book in the natural light coming through my window, which is my main source of light. The storage is great because it is hidden away above my wardrobe, which is built into the wall, although most of my

I felt dizzy while feeling my rushing adrenaline.I got a job at The Knight Industries as a Quotes and Add Designer in the Marketing and Advertising Department of The Knight Industries.I got an email from the company, Knight Industries, about my job acceptance. They are one of the best and biggest industries in the whole USA.It's mostly impossible to get a job there. I heard they hire the best of the best.Well, I have always been good at my studies from my childhood with great grades, but there are some dark memories as well. I shook my head. I don't want to think about it now, I thought.I have been searching since this morning in my wardrobe for what to wear. Normally I don't put so much effort into my clothing, but I have to give a good impression on my first day of work. It is, after all, The Knight Industries.Finally, after thinking and searching for so long, I found the perfect clothes.I put on a white blouse, a black fitted pencil skirt, and white heels. I applied only lip

Eternity's povI glanced at her, and her face lacked the glimmer that every girl's face has at her wedding; her hopes had been destroyed. I looked at me.I'm wearing a lovely lace off-shoulder bridal gown. But my eyes are still swollen from sobbing all night. I used a lot of bb cream, concealer, and foundation to mask my tired face, but I still look like a crying mess.Since childhood, I've had a lot of wedding fantasies, as my maternal grandma used to say.Marriage isn't something you wear on your finger or sign on a piece of paper. It should be relished rather than endured. It's the coming together of two hearts that beat as one, each willing to make sacrifices for the happiness and well-being of the other. Marriage is so lovely that it would be a blooming rose in the natural world, with its dazzling petals permitted to unfold in the warm sunlight. Maybe that's why we offer roses to the people we care about and include them in our holy couplings so frequently. Marriage is a gift we

I drew back from the pink duvet as I opened my eyes. I expose my face slowly and cautiously. I blink twice, then close my eyes and blink once more. I am blinded by rays of sunshine that pass through the window. I get out of bed, drag my feet out, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I yawn with my arms stretched over my head. My legs hang over the off-white carpet, and I keep an eye on them.It's not my room, I turned around.Oh, my so-called marriage to jerk Aaron Knight comes flooding back. At my husband's home, here is my new room.It was 8:50 p. m. when I was studying, according to the digital clock on the wall.I slept too much.I remind myself that my maternal grandmother is an ideal wife, and she always tells me that when I get married, I must grow into an ideal wife for my husband, but I never imagined that my life would turn into a farce and that one day I would be married to the devil, Aaron Knight, who doesn't care about people but is obsessed with his business and his wealth.

It's late at night, and I'm missing Aaron utterly. I'm not sure why, God, but I'm missing him so much.I left feeling sorry for him after today's incident.I hear a car's echoes. Aaron enters the home a few minutes later. Over the couch, I'm drumming my fingers.During this, he is removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He gave me a sidelong glance.I instantly averted my gaze. My cheeks began to flush. I took a few steps back and looked around, but I couldn't seem to keep my gaze on him.He walks up the stairs and into his room.After a few moments.I reached for the dining room and turned to see him approaching. At the table, he sat in a head chair.After that, Amy and the other maids arrived and began serving our meal.We're both silent; he doesn't say anything to me.But I want to talk to him and ask him how his day was, but I know he won't want to talk to me.I press my lips together, embarrassed to be around him.He stood to go after dinner, giving me a brief glance.My phon