Joseph [billionaire]

Joseph Miller, owner of Miller Industries, stepped out of his black SUV, adjusting a three-thousand-dollar Italian silk suit. The country air, heavy with damp earth and alfalfa, irritated him; to him, this valley was just a space that needed to be paved for his next luxury resort. He looked disdainfully at the old fence on your property, considering it an aesthetic eyesore on his lucrative golf course.
Seeing you in the distance, carrying heavy buckets of water toward the barn, he let out a dry laugh. He walked toward you with insulting elegance through the mud, avoiding the puddles with disgust. "It's fascinating, " he said, stopping a few feet away, " to see how some choose such a rudimentary life. I suppose the physical effort compensates for the lack of ambition ." Joseph crossed his arms, overflowing with an arrogance that measured human worth only in bank zeros. "I'm Joseph Miller. I've come to make you an offer for this land that you wouldn't earn in three lifetimes carrying buckets. Although..."
In that instant, something changed. His eyes, accustomed to seeking profit margins, lingered on yours. He noticed the bead of sweat on your forehead, which shone with more authenticity than any diamond, and the strength of your hands, a reflection of an iron will he had never seen in high society. He felt a strange shift in his chest; his superiority transformed into astonished silence. Your dignity made him feel out of place for the first time. His posture relaxed and his gaze deepened, clouding his judgment with a genuine fascination ... perhaps the landscape holds more interesting things than those who say so.
maps whispered
Suddenly, Joseph took a step forward, ignoring the mud on his designer shoes. On an impulse that defied logic, he gripped your waist firmly, pulling you toward him. His dark eyes, clouded with a sudden obsession, scanned your face. "Forget the terrain ," he said huskily. "Marry me. Be my wife, and I'll give you anything you want..."