When they parted, Meera whispered, “This is dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because people like you do not fall for people like me.”
He touched her face gently. “I do not care about people like me. I care about you.”
For a little while, she believed him completely.
But the world was already watching.
Photos of them surfaced online. Headlines spread. Gossip hardened into public curiosity. And in a mansion filled with polished marble and quiet rage, Vanessa stared at her phone and read the story.
Billionaire heir seen with mystery homeless girl.
Her lips curled.
“This will not last,” she said.
Vanessa was the woman Adrien’s family expected him to marry.
The next day, Meera noticed the difference at once. People stared more openly. Some pointed. Some whispered, “That’s her.”
That evening, when Adrien arrived, she looked at him with worry.
“People are talking,” she said.
“I know.”
“You never told me who you were.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “I wanted to. I just didn’t want you to see me differently.”
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