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The Weight of a Billionaire's Bargain
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2025-05-31 01:57:30
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Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire The World Weighs In (and I Just Want to Hide)
The rest of that day was a complete blur of ringing phones, endless social media notifications, and my mother alternately cooing over me like I was a prize-winning show poodle and barking orders at imaginary wedding planners. Hailey had locked herself in her room, from which I could occasionally hear muffled sobs or angry shouts. Dylan had just… disappeared. He wasn’t answering Hailey’s calls, and he definitely wasn’t talking to me. I couldn’t blame him. I’d basically told him our quiet, friendly connection meant nothing next to a "whirlwind romance" with a billionaire. The lie still tasted bitter in my mouth.My own phone continued to melt down. Old school friends I hadn’t heard from in years were suddenly sliding into my DMs with gushing congratulations (and probably hoping for an invite to the "wedding of the decade"). Art school acquaintances were dissecting my old student gallery pieces, trying to find clues about the "mysterious artist" who had captured Alexander Sterling’s hear
Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire The Internet (and My Family) Explodes
I barely slept that night. The diamond ring – my engagement ring – sat on my nightstand, winking mockingly at me in the dim light filtering in from the city. It felt like a dream, a really weird, high-budget, slightly terrifying dream. But when I woke up, it was still there. And so was the knot of anxiety in my stomach. Today was the day. The day Alexander Sterling would announce our "whirlwind romance" to the world.I didn’t have to wait long.Around mid-morning, my phone started blowing up. Not just buzzing, but literally vibrating itself off the table with an insane number of notifications. Texts, social media alerts, even a few frantic calls from distant relatives I hadn’t spoken to in years.With trembling fingers, I unlocked my phone and opened up my main news feed.And there it was.“Billionaire Titan Alexander Sterling Announces Shock Engagement to Artist Skye Miller!”The headline was splashed across every major news outlet, every gossip blog, every financial news site. There
Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire Dinner with the Devil (in a Designer Suit)
The hours between agreeing to marry Alexander Sterling and the "dinner engagement" he’d mentioned were a blur of anxiety and disbelief. I half expected him to call back and say, "Just kidding!" or for Hailey to burst into my room with some new scheme to make my life hell. But nothing happened. It was just a weird, tense silence in our penthouse, like the calm before a massive storm.Mom kept shooting me these strange, speculative looks, like I was suddenly a rare, exotic creature she didn’t quite know how to handle. Hailey was MIA, probably holed up in her room plotting or having a meltdown. Dylan, I hadn’t seen at all. Part of me was relieved. I didn’t know what I’d say to him.True to Sterling’s word, a sleek, black car – the kind that probably cost more than our entire apartment – pulled up outside our building precisely at seven PM. Not a flashy limo, but something understatedly expensive and powerful, just like the man himself. When the notification came through on my phone that
Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire The Devil's Deal Signed in Desperation
I stayed out on that terrace for what felt like hours, even though it was probably only one. The city skyline blurred as unshed tears threatened to spill. Dylan had eventually mumbled something about checking on Hailey and disappeared back inside, leaving me alone with my impossible choice.My phone felt like a lead weight in my pocket. The pre-nup. The numbers. The escape clause. It was all spinning in my head, a dizzying kaleidoscope of fear and a strange, terrifying kind of hope.I kept replaying Alexander Sterling’s words: “My offer, however, is non-negotiable if you wish for this entire unpleasant matter to disappear.” He wasn’t just offering a solution; he was delivering an ultimatum, wrapped in a velvet glove of politeness. He knew how much power he held. He knew I was desperate.And I was. Desperate to escape Hailey’s cruelty, desperate to get out from under Mom’s suffocating ambition, desperate for a life where I wasn’t constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for the nex
Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire The Weight of a Billionaire's Bargain
The cool air on the terrace felt amazing against my flushed skin. I walked over to the glass railing, gripping it tightly as I stared out at the sprawling city below. It looked so big, so indifferent to the tiny, messy drama unfolding in one of its glitzy penthouses. My head was a mess of conflicting emotions – anger, fear, desperation, and a weird, tiny spark of something I couldn’t quite name. Hope? Or maybe just the thrill of potential escape, even if the escape route was terrifying.Alexander Sterling’s offer replayed in my mind like a broken record. Marry me. A real marriage, legally. Protect your reputation. Quiet divorce later. Generous settlement. It sounded like something out of a crazy movie, not my actual life.But then I thought about Hailey’s face, twisted with rage and jealousy. I thought about Mom’s eyes, practically sparkling with greed at the mention of Sterling’s name. I thought about the whispers, the stares, the public humiliation I’d endured just a few hours ago.
Betrayed by Blood, Saved by a Billionaire The Family Freak-Out
Walking out of Alexander Sterling’s suite felt like stepping from one weird dream into another. My head was still spinning from his crazy, unbelievable offer. Marry him? A total stranger? Even if it was just a temporary "business deal" to save my butt from Hailey’s psycho-drama, it was still insane. But the alternative – facing my family and the rest of the world alone after Hailey’s public takedown – felt even worse.My legs felt like overcooked noodles as I made my way back to our family’s main living area. I could hear voices as I got closer – Mom’s sharp, anxious tones, Hailey’s angry, complaining ones, and Dylan’s lower, more troubled mumble. They were definitely talking about me. And Sterling.I took a deep breath, trying to remember what Sterling had said: “Act distraught, but considering my offer. Let them stew.” Okay, "distraught" I could do. That part was easy. The "considering his offer" part was a bit harder to fake, since my brain was still screaming WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK?
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