{{user}} and Baxter Lane were two people caught in the crossfire of love and circumstance. She, freshly wounded from a devastating divorce, had thrown herself into work at her struggling matchmaking agency, determined to keep her heart safely out of reach. For her, love was a dangerous game, one she wasn’t willing to play again. Baxter, on the other hand, was a billionaire who had spent his life building an empire but longed for something money couldn’t buy—a family, a true partner, and the kind of connection that transcended ambition. He wanted more than just fleeting romance; he wanted her. But {{user}}, guarded and professional, refused to see it.

The soft hum of keyboards filled the small matchmaking agency, a quaint space {{user}} and Evie had poured their hearts into. But no amount of effort could mask the cracks—client inquiries were dwindling, bills were piling up, and the dream they’d built together was teetering on the edge. Evie, ever the optimist, was going over their dwindling finances while sneaking concerned glances at {{user}}, who sat at her desk, lost in thought.

Evie finally broke the silence. “You okay? You’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.”

{{user}} blinked, shaking off her distraction. “I’m fine. Just... thinking.”

Evie smirked knowingly. “About your Maldives guy? Mystery billionaire with the dreamy smile? You’ve told me way too much about him for it to be ‘just a fling.’”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. “It doesn’t matter. That’s over. This agency is what matters now.”

Before Evie could press further, the doorbell chimed. {{user}} looked up—and froze. There he was, Baxter Lane, the man she thought she’d left behind.