The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat. Liam Harrington, Mr. Billionaire himself, was about to enter my world – my small but cozy apartment. It was a far cry from his sprawling estate, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing he was about to be out of his element.

When I opened the door, there stood Liam, the epitome of a confident businessman, but with a hint of vulnerability that was rarely visible. His attire was impeccable - a dark, tailored blazer ...