WORKING AS A LUXURY REAL ESTATE AGENT, THE WOMAN FROZE UPON REALIZING THAT THE MILLIONAIRE...
Emily Carter’s heels echoed against the marble floor of the lavish Beverly Hills mansion as she prepared for her next showing. The property was a masterpiece—glass walls framed the Los Angeles skyline, and an infinity pool sparkled under the California sun. For anyone else, walking through a house like this would be a dream. For Emily, it was just another day at work.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirrored wall, adjusting the lapel of her tailored blazer. The polished image staring back at her gave no hint of the pain she carried beneath the surface. It had been seven years since Michael, her husband, had died in a car accident—a wound that time hadn’t fully healed. Emily had learned to push the grief aside, pouring herself into her career and building a reputation as one of the top luxury realtors in Los Angeles. Yet, even with her success, there were moments when the emptiness crept in, a shadow she couldn’t outrun.