She assumed Don Baste would ignore it like everything else.
But when she entered the dining room that evening, she froze.
The entire room had been transformed.
Hundreds of candles lit the walls.
Fresh flowers covered the table.
A beautiful dinner waited for them.
And in the center was a small box.
“For you,” Don Baste said.
Clara opened it.
Inside was a necklace with a diamond pendant.
But the necklace wasn’t what made her emotional.
It was the message engraved on the back.
“To the woman who saw my heart before my face.”
Clara looked up.
“Don Baste…”
He slowly rolled his wheelchair toward the mirror.
“I think you deserve the truth.”
Her heart began racing.
“What truth?”
He reached behind his neck.
And his trembling fingers touched something she had never noticed before.
A hidden zipper.
Clara froze.
“What… is that?”
Don Baste looked at her.
“The reason the world thinks they know me.”
Slowly…
Very slowly…
He pulled the zipper down.
Clara stepped backward.
Her hand covered her mouth.
Because the person standing before her was not the man everyone called the “Pig Billionaire.”
The fake scars.
The artificial weight.
The entire appearance he had carried for years…
It was all a disguise.
And beneath it was a man Clara had only seen in dreams.
A tall, handsome man with a face that belonged on magazine covers.
The same man who had disappeared from public life years ago.
The billionaire heir everyone believed was dead.
Clara couldn’t breathe.
“Who… are you?”
