Page 84 of Falling for Mr. Billionaire

But now, we’re here together. We sold Volcor Holdings three months ago. Carter made sure his entire team kept their jobs—and he’s never looked freer. I told him he didn’t have to sell his company, but he was ready for a change. He did keep enough shares, just in case. He’s consulting here and there, but mostly? He’s with us. Making breakfast. Building sandcastles. Loving hard.

And I’m still writing. My last piece about corporate displacement and housing justice went viral. This time, I published it under my real name—with Carter’s full blessing.

“You’re staring again,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky,” I whisper.

His hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss that’s slow, warm, and filled with everything we’ve been through. Laura makes a sound of exaggerated disgust, then laughs when I tickle her side.

“Alright, alright, lovebirds,” she says dramatically. “Can we eat now?”

“Absolutely,” Carter says, standing and taking the baby from my arms.

As he walks away with our son tucked against his chest and our daughter chasing his heels, I stay back for a moment. Just watching.

The man who once broke me is now the man who carries the weight of our little family like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe love didn’t start perfectly for us.

But it’s ours.

Storm-tested. War-worn. And real.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because against every odd, every heartbreak, every reason not to… I still ended up falling for Mr. Billionaire.

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