Yvonne's POVWearing an engagement ring had an allure, even if the engagement itself was purely business. As I gazed at the ring during my commute, I couldn't shake off the excitement of being Kylian Litt's fiancée, even if it was only a facade. The idea of it felt like stepping into a Cinderella fantasy, despite my financial stability and the reality of Kylian's less charming traits.While I had my own money, it paled in comparison to Kylian's wealth, and I wasn't accustomed to lavish spending. Yet, the ring held a special place for me. Deep down, I believed that beneath Kylian's tough exterior, there might be a softer, kinder side.Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of that one side of him he tucked away. I got to see it on Saturday, briefly, but I saw it. Something had made him into the hard soul he was today. Something or someone had caused him to hide away his heart and erect steel walls around himself to keep everyone out.I wondered if there was even a slim chance of me b

Kylian's POVDealing with the media was a constant hassle, but a necessary part of asserting my position within Litt Group and ensuring my family acknowledged my progress towards producing the first heir. Securing my rightful place as the heir was non-negotiable, and I was prepared to take whatever steps necessary to maintain my position.I had instructed my secretary to manage all incoming calls, redirecting them to the public relations department. The level of public interest caught me off guard; I hadn't anticipated such fervor. Despite the chaos, I had attempted to reach out to Yvonne earlier to check on her well-being, but she wasn't answering my calls. The thought of her being angry with me yet again brought a wry smile to my face; it seemed like a perpetual state with her.“Mr. Litt?” my secretary buzzed.“Yes?”“You have a visitor.”“I’m busy.”The door swung open, surprising me. I looked up to find my mother staring me down as she strode toward me. She was not happy. I knew th

Yvonne's POVI was a bundle of nerves, never having been in a relationship long enough to face the "meet-the-parents" scenario. Meeting my fiancé's mother added an extra layer of strangeness. I had a gut feeling she wouldn't be thrilled about an ordinary girl entering her family. Maybe she suspected I was after her son's wealth. I hoped for a pleasant encounter, or at least to avoid a disastrous one. I'd heard horror stories from friends with difficult mothers-in-law and didn't want to join their ranks.Kylian's limo arrived promptly at six, and I opted for a safe little black dress. Throughout the ride to his family's estate, he remained absorbed in his tablet, barely speaking to me. It was a bit off-putting; he didn't even flirt or suggest anything, which was unusual for him.Upon reaching the grand mansion, Kylian seamlessly slipped into the role of fiancé, guiding me with a hand on my lower back as we entered. A woman in her mid-fifties, with graying dark hair, appeared from a near

Kylian's POVI sat in my seat at the head of the table in the conference room, staring at Kieran. He was pretending like nothing had happened the other night at dinner. Pretending he hadn’t flirted with Yvonne and rekindling whatever friendship they had and pushing me out in the process. I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from coming. I had to wonder if there had ever been anything between the two of them. Had they slept together at all? Maybe they had a friends-with-benefits type of thing? She looked genuinely happy to see him, something I didn’t see when she saw me. I could admit I was a little jealous.Kieran was pretending to be normal, to be my friend, but I didn’t trust him. As I listened to one of the board members talk, I zoned out, replaying the evening over and over in my head. Yvonne and Kieran had huddled together in the corner, laughing and talking like they had known each other forever. She had touched his shoulder and he was constantly touching her hand. She didn’t do

Yvonne's POVHe was too big for the room. I had no idea how I was supposed to sit in these meetings beside him and pretend I wasn’t thinking of sex. I was convinced it was written all over my face. I knew he had to see it. I kept biting my bottom lip, thinking back to the limo ride home and how I had made a complete fool of myself. I had let him put his hand under my skirt. Not just let, loved it. Loved the naughtiness and the danger of it and wasn’t all that ashamed by my response.“Do you agree?” I heard him say.I blinked. I had no idea what he was talking about. “Do I agree with what?”He grinned, and I wanted to slap him. He knew exactly where my mind had been. I took a deep breath and looked at the advertising executive that had been talking.“Yes,” I mumbled, nodding and hoping it was the right answer.I didn’t get the chance to think about the limo ride because I was reliving it all over again. His hand was on my knee, under the table. I jerked away, telling him to stop. I glan