All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I should have been on top of the world. I had worked so hard for this—this project, this success. Everything I had put my heart and soul into was finally taking shape, and the resort was becoming a reality. Yet, the more I achieved, the more the media pushed me into the spotlight, and the more I found myself sinking into a sense of isolation. It wasn’t the attention I had a problem with—it was the way it felt. The way they twisted everything. Every conversation, every headline, was no longer about the design or the project itself. It was about me. And worse, it wasn’t even about me, it was about me being Noah’s partner. The first few interviews, the questions about the project, the design, those were fine. But then they always circled back to the same question: “How does it feel working with Noah? What's it like being in a relationship with someone so successful?” It was always framed as though the most important thing about me was my connection to him. They didn’t care about the w

I had always prided myself on being independent. I had worked so hard to get to where I was—an architect, a woman who had carved out a space for herself in an industry dominated by powerful names and long-standing legacies. But recently, I had begun to wonder if any of it mattered. The media had shifted their focus from the project I had worked on to my relationship with Noah, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure if my work was enough to define me. It was like the world was telling me that my worth depended on how closely I was connected to him, and that idea, no matter how hard I tried to push it away, seemed to fester in the back of my mind.The validation I once found in my work had been clouded by the judgment of others, by the constant media glare. I felt like I had become a character in a story that wasn’t mine to tell. I was constantly battling the feeling that I was invisible, overshadowed by Noah's success and the public’s relentless fascination with him. And the more I tried to prove

I can hardly believe it. After months of planning, designing, and working through setbacks, the resort project is finally nearing completion. There’s a sense of excitement in the air that I can’t quite explain—a mixture of anticipation and pride. I’ve always loved the design process, but seeing it all come together in the final stretch has been nothing short of magical. It’s hard to believe the place that was once just a vision in my head is now a tangible reality, ready to welcome guests and take its place among the best resorts in the world. Walking through the site in these final days, I’m struck by how much it’s changed. What was once an empty plot of land, full of promise but devoid of life, is now a stunning, sprawling resort with luxury villas, beautiful gardens, and modern amenities. It’s everything we envisioned and more. I think back to those early days when I first stepped onto the property, imagining what it could become. I was full of ideas, excitement, and a bit of nerv

The resort was almost done. The weight of months of hard work, late nights, countless decisions, and the pressure of seeing this project come to life was beginning to feel like a distant memory. The final touches were being made, the workers were packing up, and the grand opening was just around the corner. But tonight, Noah had planned something different—something just for the two of us. A moment to pause, to reflect, and to finally take a breath after everything that had led up to this. I didn’t know what to expect, but I could tell from the way he’d been acting all day that tonight would be special. Noah wasn’t one for grand gestures—at least, not in the way most people would expect. But he had a way of making everything feel meaningful. Every little thing he did, whether it was a look, a touch, or a word, always made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. And I had a feeling tonight would be no different. As I walked into the dining area of his penthouse, I

The soft hum of the city outside, the distant noise of traffic and life continuing as it always does, seemed so far away. In this moment, as I sat beside Noah, everything else faded into the background. We had crossed a threshold, one I hadn’t fully expected, and now, sitting here with him, I felt a sense of clarity and peace that I hadn’t known before. Noah had confessed his love for me—again, in a way that was deeper, more vulnerable than the first time. And as he spoke, I realized something profound: the doubts and insecurities I had carried for so long had been slowly fading away. I didn’t need to prove myself anymore. The work, the success, the constant striving for validation—it was no longer about that. It was about us, and the bond we had built through everything. The challenges, both personal and professional, had only strengthened our connection. What we shared went beyond the resort, beyond the project, and it felt as if the weight of everything we’d gone through had only