The Billionaire's Bride [ Rewritten]

Part 14 | Swiss welcomes you

A week later,

" Naira," I hummed softly, my voice barely louder than the quiet hum of the aircraft, my eyes still fixed on the window. I couldn't look away.

Outside, the sky was putting on a show-streaks of orange melting into soft clouds as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Kartik asked.

I turned to him, a wide grin spreading across my face, and nodded eagerly. "So beautiful."

"We'll be landing in a few minutes," he said, his tone calm, almost casual-like this wasn't something extraordinary.

But to me, it was a dream.

June was said to be the perfect time to visit Switzerland. The snowfall had just begun to retreat, leaving behind a dreamy landscape, while gentle rains brushed the country awake before summer fully arrived. It sounded like something out of a painting and now, I was about to see it with my own eyes.

Kartik hadn't been too thrilled at first. In fact, he'd considered making up an excuse just to avoid the trip altogether. But I wished otherwise, this was my first time traveling abroad, after all. I had expected a long argument, maybe even a refusal.

Instead, he agreed. Just like that.

It surprised me more than I let on.

To everyone else, this was our honeymoon. A romantic getaway, a celebration of love.

If only they knew how little of it was real.

Oh-and did I mention?

He owns a private jet.

The plane touched down smoothly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Soon enough, we were driving through the streets of Zurich.

The city felt alive.

Zurich-the largest city in Switzerland-was everything they said it would be and more. A perfect blend of old-world charm and modern elegance. Streets lined with stunning architecture, cozy cafes, and art spaces that seemed to whisper stories. Museums stood proudly beside theaters, and somewhere in the distance, the opera house waited, grand and timeless.

The car came to a smooth halt in front of a stunning penthouse. Before I could even take in the full view, Kartik stepped out and walked around to my side, extending his hand toward me.

"Come on."

I placed my hand in his and stepped out, still slightly dazed. "I thought we were staying in a hotel?" I asked, moving toward the trunk to pull out my luggage.

"Ma'am, I'll take care of that."
I turned to see a staff member already reaching for my bags. Before I could protest, he had lifted them with ease.

"Oh-okay," I said, stepping aside with an awkward smile. "Thank you."