The panoramic view from my penthouse office always felt more like a gilded cage than a symbol of freedom. Manila sprawled beneath me, a vibrant tapestry of life I often observed from a distance, a detached observer in my own kingdom. At twenty-five, I was the sole heir to the Valeriano Conglomerate, a business empire built on my grandfather's relentless ambition and my father's shrewd expansions. It was a legacy I carried with the weight of expectation, a shield against genuine connection. Love, in my world, was a weakness, a vulnerability I couldn't afford.
My assistant, the ever-efficient and impeccably dressed Beatrice, cleared her throat, drawing me away from the cityscape. "Ms. Valeriano, Mr. Alvarez is here for his scheduled meeting."
A sigh I barely registered escaped my lips. Adrian Alvarez. The name had been on my radar for weeks, his application for a significant construction project under our subsidiary catching my attention not just for its merit, but for the sheer audacity of a small-time firm even applying. I'd seen his picture – sharp, intelligent eyes and a jawline that could cut glass. Too handsome for his own good, probably used to coasting on charm. Men like that were always after something.
"Send him in, Beatrice," I instructed, my voice cool and professional, a carefully constructed barrier I rarely let down.
The door opened, and he walked in, filling the vast space with an unexpected presence. He wasn't just handsome; there was a raw, grounded quality about him, a stark contrast to the polished, predictable men who usually populated my office. His dark hair was neatly styled but had a hint of untamed waves, and his eyes, a deep brown, held a spark of something that wasn't deference or greed. He wore a simple but well-fitting suit, a testament to someone who understood the importance of presentation without the need for ostentation.
"Ms. Valeriano," he greeted, his voice a low, steady rumble that sent a faint, unfamiliar tremor through me. He extended a hand, his grip firm and confident. "Adrian Alvarez. Thank you for seeing me."
"Mr. Alvarez," I replied, my voice betraying none of the unexpected stir he'd caused. "Your proposal is… ambitious."
We spent the next hour dissecting his plans, his passion for the project evident in every word he spoke. He wasn't just reciting figures; he had a vision, a genuine belief in what he could build. I found myself grudgingly impressed, despite my ingrained skepticism. There was a hunger in his eyes, not for my wealth, I realized with a jolt, but for the opportunity to prove himself.
As the meeting concluded, an impulsive, reckless idea began to form in my mind. My grandmother, bless her meddling heart, had been relentlessly setting me up with eligible bachelors – all boring, all predictable, all after the Valeriano name. I needed a shield, a deterrent. And Adrian Alvarez, with his undeniable appeal and his clear focus on his work, might just be the perfect, albeit unconventional, solution.
"Mr. Alvarez," I began, leaning back in my chair, my gaze unwavering. "I have a proposition for you. One that goes beyond this construction project."
His eyebrows rose, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "I'm listening, Ms. Valeriano."
"I need a… temporary fiancé," I stated, the words feeling foreign and slightly absurd even to my own ears. "A mutually beneficial arrangement. You get the construction contract, and you play the part of my devoted partner for a set period."
His initial surprise morphed into a cautious intrigue. "A fake engagement?"
"Precisely," I confirmed, my heart doing a strange little flutter that I immediately suppressed. "No emotional attachments, no expectations beyond the agreed-upon appearances. It will be a purely professional contract."
He studied me for a long moment, his gaze intense, as if trying to decipher the logic behind my bizarre request. "And what would be your motivation, Ms. Valeriano?"
"To ward off unwanted attention," I said coolly, deliberately omitting the part about my grandmother's relentless matchmaking. "To maintain my privacy."
A slow smile spread across his lips, a smile that held a hint of amusement and something else… something that made my carefully constructed walls feel a little less sturdy. "Intriguing. And what makes you think I would agree to such an… unusual arrangement?"
"The construction contract, for one," I pointed out, my voice regaining its usual crispness. "It's a significant opportunity for your firm. And," I added, meeting his gaze squarely, "let's be honest, Mr. Alvarez, the benefits wouldn't be entirely one-sided. Appearing as my fiancé would certainly elevate your profile."
He considered my offer, his expression thoughtful. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing the pros and cons. This was a man who understood opportunity, I realized.
"What are the terms?" he finally asked, his voice serious now.
"A six-month contract," I stated. "Public appearances as required, attendance at family events, and a convincing portrayal of a couple deeply in love."
"Deeply in love?" he echoed, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "That might be a stretch, Ms. Valeriano, considering we've just met."
"That's where the 'acting' part comes in, Mr. Alvarez," I retorted, a flicker of annoyance at his teasing tone. "Are you in or out?"
He leaned forward, his gaze locking with mine. "Ms. Valeriano," he said, his voice dropping a register, "I have a feeling this arrangement is going to be far more complicated than either of us anticipates. But yes," he concluded, a determined glint in his eyes. "I'm in."
A strange mix of relief and trepidation washed over me. I had my temporary shield. But something in Adrian Alvarez's confident gaze told me that this carefully constructed plan might just unravel in ways I couldn't yet imagine.