Page 112 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

It’s the kind of place that feels like it’s been plucked straight out of a storybook. It’s very similar to the village we’re in now, but far enough away that if it gets leaked where we’re filming, Andrew won’t be able to find us.

“This is… beautiful,” Grace says, her voice filled with awe as she looks around.

“I thought you’d like it,” I reply, grinning at her.

We park the car near a quaint little inn, a charming stone building with a thatched roof and hanging flower baskets—the kind of place you’d expect to find in a fairytale.

A cobbled path leads up to the entrance, and I take Grace’s hand, leading her toward the door.

“This place is unreal. It’s like a movie set.”

“Funny you say that,” I tease.

The innkeeper greets us with a warm smile and leads us to a small, private suite at the top of the stairs.

The room is even more perfect than I imagined—soft, golden light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow on the walls.

There’s a four-poster bed draped in soft linens and a fireplace crackling with a cozy fire.

I watch Grace’s reaction as she takes it all in. Her eyes sparkle, and she’s practically glowing with excitement.

“This is incredible,” she says, turning to face me. “How did you find this place?”

“I have my ways,” I say with a wink, pulling her gently toward me. “I wanted to do something special for us.”

Her eyes soften, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her forehead to mine. “You always know how to surprise me.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I whisper, my voice low and warm. “I thought we could just… get away for a little while. No distractions. Just us.”

She smiles, her lips brushing against mine as she kisses me softly. “Isn’t that what the villa is all about?”

“Yes, but variety is the spice of life or whatever it is they say, right?” I chuckle. “I will never stop surprising you or doing things for you just because I can.”

“I’m not complaining. I love this. I’m so grateful for all the ways that you show me you love me.”

We spend the evening strolling through the village, hand in hand, wandering down cobbled streets lined with old shops and cafes.

The air is crisp, and the sky is painted with the colors of sunset. Everything about this place feels timeless.

We sit at a small table outside a café, enjoying the quiet and the beauty of the surroundings. The conversation shifts, light and easy, until we find ourselves talking about our future again.

“You know,” Grace says, her voice soft but serious.

“This makes me realize that the villa is the place we could settle down in.

Not just for vacations, but... for real.

Somewhere peaceful.

Somewhere we could raise a family.”

“I like that idea,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m glad you’ve finally came around.”

She smiles.

“You’regood at showing me the way,” she laughs.

“I guess I felt like I was forcing you to do something you didn’t want to do because of my fear, but honestly, I realize that’s not the case.

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