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Your Father 2

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Cynthia stared at the glass in her hand for a moment before deciding to answer.

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to tell him.

It wasn't because she trusted him.

She certainly didn't feel comfortable enough around him to share the painful parts of her life. In fact, she still felt like she was walking around him carefully, never knowing which version of Damien she would meet.

But perhaps that was exactly why she wanted to tell him.

He didn't know her past.

He didn't know the struggles she
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  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Permission

    Cynthia hadn't thought about her father in a long time.For years, she had deliberately pushed him into a corner of her mind where she didn't have to look. Whenever his name came up, it brought nothing but anger, disappointment, and a strange emptiness she couldn't explain.Now, after Damien's questions, she found herself thinking about him again.She tried to remember his face.She couldn't.That realization disturbed her more than she expected.She could remember pieces of her childhood. Her mother's voice. Her grandmother sitting beside her while helping with her homework. Leo as a little boy, always following her around the house. But when she tried to picture her father, there was almost nothing.Perhaps that was what happened when someone left your life so completely.Their memories slowly disappeared with them.Her parents had never been a happy couple. Cynthia remembered the constant arguments from her childhood. Raised voices. Doors closing. Her mother crying quietly when she

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Your Father 2

    Cynthia stared at the glass in her hand for a moment before deciding to answer.She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to tell him.It wasn't because she trusted him.She certainly didn't feel comfortable enough around him to share the painful parts of her life. In fact, she still felt like she was walking around him carefully, never knowing which version of Damien she would meet.But perhaps that was exactly why she wanted to tell him.He didn't know her past.He didn't know the struggles she had gone through.He didn't know how many nights she had spent worrying about Leo, or how many times she had counted the money in her purse and wondered how she was going to survive another week.And maybe she simply wanted someone to hear it without knowing the people involved."My father is no more," she said quietly.Damien's eyes moved toward her."Is he dead?"Cynthia shook her head."No."She looked down at her hands."He ran away."Damien's expression changed slightly."Before Leo was bo

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Your father 1

    As Damien quietly admired the Eiffel Tower, Cynthia found herself stealing another glance at him.Something about today felt different.Ever since she had met him, he had always kept his distance. He barely spoke unless it was necessary. Most of the time, he acted as though she was simply another responsibility he had to deal with. Yet today...He had called her.He had asked where she was.And then he had come all the way here.She replayed the conversation in her head.He never said he was passing by.He never said he happened to see her.He simply told her to stay where she was.And ten minutes later, he was sitting beside her.Why? The question refused to leave her mind. She stole another glance at him.His expression remained unreadable as always. He simply watched the people walking beneath the Eiffel Tower, his hands resting in the pockets of his overcoat.It almost looked as if he enjoyed the silence.Or perhaps... He simply enjoyed not being alone.The thought surprised her.N

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   He came

    The next morning, Cynthia slowly opened her eyes as the soft morning sunlight slipped through the enormous glass windows. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was. She was in Paris.She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. Just then she noticed someone standing near the window.Damien.He was already dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. One hand held his phone while the other buttoned the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. His hair was neatly combed.The morning sunlight fell across his sharp features.He looked up from his phone."Morning."His voice was calm.Cynthia blinked."Good... good morning."She immediately became conscious of how she looked. Her hair was sticking out in every direction after sleeping, and she quickly raised both hands to flatten it."Oh no..."She turned away, trying to hide her face.Damien watched her quietly.For the briefest second, the corner of his lips lifted.Not quite a smile.More like an expression of quiet amusement.Cynthia missed it."I

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Anger is the reason

    A soft knock interrupted the silence.Damien walked to the door and opened it. A hotel employee pushed a trolley inside before arranging several dishes on the dining table near the window."Enjoy your dinner, sir."Damien gave a brief nod before closing the door behind him.The aroma immediately filled the suite.Fresh pasta coated in a creamy sauce, grilled vegetables, warm bread, and a bowl of soup sat neatly arranged on the table."Eat," Damien said simply.Cynthia stood there for a moment before joining him.She was still embarrassed about being caught staring at him only minutes earlier. Thankfully, he hadn't seemed to notice.She pulled out a chair and sat opposite him."This looks expensive.""It is."She smiled awkwardly."I suppose I shouldn't ask how much.""You shouldn't."She laughed softly before picking up her fork.She twirled a little pasta and cautiously took her first bite.The moment the flavors reached her tongue, her eyes widened.She looked up at Damien in comple

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Amazed

    Cynthia approached the receptionist."Excuse me," she said politely. "There should be a suite reserved under Cynthia Hart."The receptionist smiled warmly after checking the computer."Yes, Miss Hart. Everything has already been arranged. If you need anything during your stay, please don't hesitate to call us.""Thank you."She accepted the room key card with both hands before returning upstairs.Once inside, she looked around. Everything felt too luxurious for someone like her. She had grown up counting every dollar before spending it. Even ordering food from a restaurant felt like a luxury sometimes. Yet here she was, staying in one of the finest hotels in Paris because of Damien Blackwood.She dropped onto the edge of the bed and stared at the ceiling."I can't just stay inside," she murmured.Paris was waiting outside.Without wasting another minute, she grabbed her phone, slipped it into her pocket, and left the hotel.The streets were alive.People laughed while sitting outside

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