“There’s a lot I can do,” he said with a faint smile.
He turned to the mirror, reached behind his neck, and peeled away a thin strip of silicone.
Emily’s eyes widened.
Sebastian removed the prosthetic mask that made his face appear scarred and swollen.
He unfastened the heavy fat suit wrapped around his body.
He removed the artificial bald cap.
Within minutes, “The Billionaire Beast” disappeared.
Standing before Emily was a man in his early thirties—
tall, muscular, sharp-featured, devastatingly handsome.
Sebastian Whitmore.
His true self.
Emily collapsed onto the bed in shock.
“W-who are you?”
Sebastian knelt before her and took her hands.
“It’s still me, Emily. Bash,” he said softly.
“B-but why? Why pretend?”
“I was tired,” Sebastian confessed.
“Every woman loved me for my looks and my money. When Vanessa betrayed me, I swore I would never marry again until I found someone who loved my soul—not my body.”
Tears filled his eyes.
“So I wore a mask. I became something ugly. I searched for a woman who could endure my smell, my weight, my anger. And that woman was you. Tonight, you defended me—even when you thought I had nothing to offer.”
“Sebastian…” Emily cried.
“You won,” he whispered. “And as your reward, I give you my wealth, my heart, and my true face.”
Emily embraced her husband.
Not because he was handsome—
But because their love had proven itself real.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, headlines exploded across the country about Sebastian Whitmore’s “miraculous transformation.”
The world was stunned to see the impossibly handsome billionaire standing beside his humble wife.
Vanessa—and even Emily’s own family—attempted to approach them for money, but security stopped them.
“The doors of this house are open only to those with genuine hearts,” Sebastian said in an interview.
Emily and Sebastian lived happily ever after—
Living proof that true beauty is not seen by the eyes,
but felt by the heart.
