Discarded By The Billionaire: His Biggest Mistake

**Leylie’s POV **When the bedroom door finally closed behind them, the silence was so much louder than the moans and the sound of skin against skin that filled the room just moments earlier.I sat exactly where he’d left me, my wrists raw and stinging where the rope had bitten into them, watching the ceiling fan spin in lazy, indifferent circles. I no longer felt the tears. They had dried into itchy salt streaks on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and brittle.I heard the front door open and close. Cass was gone. She could walk into the cool Los Angeles night, call an Uber, and laugh about the evening later with friends over drinks. She was free in a way I couldn’t even remember anymore. While I remained here, still tied to this house, to this life, to him.A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened again. Finnian entered, wearing a fresh charcoal-colored robe, his hair damp from a quick shower, smelling of lime and cedarwood. He looked almost tender as he crossed the room

**Finnian's POV** I steamed as I descended the grand marble staircase, my pulse thrumming in my neck. I don't fucking know why she does it. Why does she always have to question my authority? Why was it so hard to always say, “Yes, Finn,” and “Okay, Finn”? I give her everything: a life she could only dream of. Yet she always finds a way to push me, to prick at my patience until I have to react, making me act crazy. She forces my hand, and then she has the audacity to look at me with those beautiful, wide, wounded eyes as if I were the villain in her story. I reached the foyer and pulled my phone from my pocket. My thumb swiped across the glass as I called the garage. "Get to the foyer. Immediately!" A minute later, James, the driver, appeared. I looked him over with a flicker of satisfaction. James was exactly what a servant should look like: invisible and unthreatening. He was middle-aged, with a receding hairline, a bulbous nose, and a permanent slouch that made him look small

**Leylie’s POV** My mind reeled, scrambling to find a less terrible meaning in his words. “So… you want me to talk to him? Convince him to sign something? To back off?” He let out a low chuckle that made my stomach twist. “I need you to sleep with him. I need you to take explicit photos and videos of the two of you together. And then I’m going to use them to make sure he never stands in my way again. This deal is worth billions, Leylie, and he’s a lonely widower. I heard he has a weakness for beautiful, intelligent women, and you, my dear, are the best I have.” I felt blood drain from my face. “Finn…” The words barely made it past my lips. “You’re asking me to… to sleep with another man? I’m your wife. Doesn’t that mean anything to you at all?” He sighed, a sound of disappointment, the kind a parent might make when a child refuses to understand something simple. “It’s because you’re my wife I’m asking you,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His

**Leylie’s POV**I didn’t think. The second I saw her small body jerking in that tub, everything else, the mission, Finnian’s threats, the weight of Maya’s future hanging over me, simply vanished. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in my brain, and the only thing left was this terrified little girl drowning in front of me.I kicked off the ridiculous six-inch red stilettos I wore, the heels scattering across the tiles like cheap toys someone had thrown away. I lunged for the tub, the hem of my gown instantly soaking up water, heavy and cold against my legs.Why was the water so damn freezing? Who fills a bath with ice for a child?I scooped her up, and God, she was so light, too light, her tiny frame rigid and convulsing in my arms, eyes rolled back, lips turning blue. It was definitely a seizure. I’d seen enough of my mother’s episodes over the years to recognize it, even if this one felt a thousand times more terrifying because she was so small and fragile.“Stay with me, swe

**Leylie’s POV**“Save her?” I whispered, my eyes bouncing between the emergency injection pen and the unconscious form of Hayes Doyle sprawled across the bed. “How? What the hell do I even do with the pen? Oh my God, this can't be happening to me right now.”I reached over and nudged his shoulder, gently at first, then a little harder. “Mr. Doyle? Hey, Mr. Doyle, wake up! Please, you have to wake up. I don’t know how to do this!” But he didn’t stir. He was out cold, his breathing deep and uneven."Shit, shit, shit," I hissed under my breath, panicking as I paced back and forth in the room with my hands tugging at my hair. "This is bad. No, this is worse than bad. This is a disaster!"I stopped and looked at the little girl. She was still jerking, her tiny face pale against the white pillowcase. I didn't have time for a panic attack. If I didn't do something right now, I didn't want to think about what could happen to her.“Okay, Leylie,” I said aloud, drawing in a shaky breath of the