The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride (Elara and Victor) novel Chapter 25

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The long–awaited birthday finally arrived.

The grand ballroom of the Blackwood mansion was filled with excitement as elegantly dressed guests awaited the evening’s festivities. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Gold–leafed mirrors adorned the walls, creating a dazzling display that seemed to extend the celebration infinitely.

Damian stood at the center of the room, surrounded by a sea of colorful gowns, his black tailored tuxedo standing out. His eyes kept glancing at the large grandfather clock in the corner, its ornate hands inching closer to midnight.

The air was filled with the luxurious scents of expensive perfumes, freshly cut flowers in tall centerpieces, and the delicate aroma of gourmet hors d’oeuvres. Waitstaff in impeccable attire circulated, offering the delectable treats. A string quartet played softly in the background, adding a refined touch to the lively chatter.

Elara appeared at Damian’s side, glittering in a midnight blue gown that seemed to shimmer with every movement. She squeezed his hand gently. “Are you ready for this?” he whispered.

Before she could answer, a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned to the grand staircase, where Serena Blackwood stood, regal in a crimson dress that spoke of both wealth and power. She descended the stairs with measured steps, each click of her heels against the marble echoing through the suddenly silent hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Serena’s voice carried effortlessly across the room, “we are gathered here not only to celebrate my son Damian’s 30th birthday but also to honor a legacy.” Her eyes locked onto Damian’s. “As per my late father–in–law’s will, at the stroke of midnight, Damian will officially inherit his share of the Blackwood fortune and take his rightful place as CEO of Blackwood Corporations.”

A ripple of excited murmurs swept through the crowd. Damian stood straighter, his jaw set with courage. Elara’s grip on his hand tightened.

The grandfather clock began to chime, its deep, resonant tones filling the vast space. One… two… three…

The man in the crisp suit stepped forward as the final chime faded, holding an ornate wooden box. “Mr. Damian Blackwood,” he said formally, “I present to you the seal of Blackwood Corporations, as stipulated in your grandfather’s will.”

Damian reached for the box, his hand steady despite the significance of the moment. As his fingers closed around the cool metal of the seal, a strange mix of emotions crossed his face – pride, apprehension, and something that looked almost like defiance as his gaze met his mother’s across the room.

Serena raised her champagne glass. “To Damian Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood legacy!”

The crowd echoed the toast, crystal glasses clinking throughout the extravagant hall. But beneath the celebratory atmosphere, tensions stirred. Serena’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she watched Damian and Elara standing united amidst the swirl of well–wishers.

In the corner of the hall, the tired Elara stood, watching Damian with an intense gaze as she slowly sipped her drink. She could see the difference between them–the power, the class, and the authority. Damian had finally claimed what was rightfully his.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Someone asked from behind her. She turned around, her gaze meeting Jack’s.

“Jack,” she said, her eyes brightening. She had been exhausted by the party, and seeing a familiar face was a welcome relief. She had called Tessa yesterday to invite her to the party, but Tessa had a prior commitment–her parents had set her up for a blind date.

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Jack approached her with a glass of wine in his hand.

He smiled brightly. “Glad to see you again,” he said. “Healthy and hearty.”

“Yes, thank you for your help, Jack,” she responded, finishing the last of her drink. Damian was already engaged in conversation. Elara stared at him for a moment before focusing back on Jack.

“He enjoys doing that the most,” Jack uttered, noticing Elara’s gaze. “Being in power and discussing business.”

“Hmm,” she mattered. “I thought you both came from noble families. Why don’t you like it? Why aren’t you in charge of your family business?”

“It’s no fun, honey,” he grinned. “I prefer saving lives instead of dealing with greedy people every day.” Elara couldn’t help but stare at the young man in front of her. It was as if she had heard wrong–he preferred being a doctor over dealing with greedy people.

“I want a simple life,” he added. “Without a power struggle.”

“With no animosity,” Elara helped him finish his statement.

“Yes, exactly. I am content with the life I am living.”

“Oh, oh, who am I seeing?” Elara heard an annoying voice. Even without turning around, she knew who the voice belonged to. “You’re here too, Jack?”