Reborn as the Billionaire’s Secret Affair Chapter 10

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Chapter 10
The black Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of South Bay Mansion.
Eleanor Knight’s fingers lingered on the door handle, hesitating. Through her sunglasses, she scanned the eerily quiet, empty courtyard.
“Where’s Lucas?” she muttered under her breath.
Where was the promised surprise? After finally breaking free from the shackles of her marriage, he couldn’t even show up?
The sharp click of her heels echoed on the marble steps. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the intricately carved front door.
Bang—
The sudden burst of confetti made her flinch. In the next moment, the soft melody of a piano filled the air. The dimly lit living room was suddenly bathed in warm light.
White roses glowed like pearls under the chandelier. The champagne tower sparkled, and familiar faces emerged from every corner, pushing a towering three-tiered castle cake toward her.
Lucas Chase sat poised at the grand piano. His tailored black tuxedo accentuated his tall frame, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys. As the final note faded, he looked up—his eyes holding galaxies of starlight.
Eleanor’s breath hitched.
Like a princess under a spell, she moved toward the piano without thinking. The hem of her dress brushed against scattered petals as she stopped before the bench. Then, a bouquet of dew-kissed roses appeared in front of her.
“Babe,” Lucas murmured, his voice richer than a cello’s hum. “Thank you for choosing me.”
Deafening cheers erupted behind them.
“Congrats on your freedom, Eleanor!”
“Lucas finally got his chance!”
Her ears burned. The moment she took the bouquet, she was pulled into a warm embrace. The faint scent of cedar enveloped her as Lucas’s laughter brushed against her ear.
“You once promised to make an honest man out of me. Does that offer still stand?”
She jerked her head up, meeting his unwavering gaze. His dark eyes reflected only her, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them.
Before she could answer, Lucas dropped to one knee. The collective gasp in the room was audible as he opened a velvet box.
A ten-carat diamond glittered under the lights.
“I want to stand by your side—openly, proudly.” He lifted her right hand, pressing a kiss to the base of her ring finger. “Eleanor Knight, will you let me be your fiancé?”
Amid the chorus of “Say yes!”, flashes of memories surged through her mind—
The handkerchief embroidered with gardenias he’d handed her in that dimly lit bar. The way he’d laughed and said, “I’d be honored,” when she drunkenly joked about keeping him. The lullabies he’d hummed every time she woke from a nightmare in the dead of night.
This boy—three years younger than her—had mended her shattered heart in the clumsiest, most sincere way possible.
“I do.”
The moment the words left her lips, Lucas slid the ring onto her finger with trembling hands. As their friends cheered, he pulled her close, capturing her mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and tears.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered, brushing away the moisture on her cheeks. “From now on, every day will be sweet.”
In the glow of the crystal chandelier, Eleanor looked past him to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fireworks exploded across the night sky, their brilliant lights forming a single phrase: