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Dinner
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2026-04-12 01:15:12
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Hired To Tame The Billionaire Dinner
“You’re wearing the vintage Cartier tonight, Vivian. The one with the emeralds. It matches the coldness in your eyes when you’re lying.”Emelia’s voice was like a silken garrote as she stood behind me in the dressing room. She didn’t wait for me to respond; she simply reached over my shoulder and fastened the heavy gold clasp around my neck. The gems felt like ice against my skin, a collar marking me as her property.“Damian Carter is not a man you can distract with a pretty laugh, Celeste,” she whispered into my ear, her reflection in the mirror looking more like a predatory bird than a socialite. “He knew the real Vivian since they were children. If you slip up, if your ‘voice’ loses its edge for even a second, the merger fails. And if the merger fails, Noah’s life support is the first thing I’ll cut from the budget.”“I know my lines, Emelia,” I snapped, my voice a perfect, brittle imitation of Vivian’s. I stood up, smoothing the skirts of my black velvet gown. “Just make sure the
Hired To Tame The Billionaire Thinking
But as I watched Lucian’s retreating back, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The high of the sunset was crashing, replaced by the hollow realization that the more I succeeded in making him want to see, the closer I was to my own execution.“Ms. Lancaster?”I jumped, spinning around to find Marcus standing near the edge of the terrace. He hadn’t made a sound. He stood there with his usual impeccable posture, his shadow long and thin against the stone.“You’re still out here,” he noted, his voice neutral. “The temperature is dropping. It would be… unfortunate if you caught a cold before the investor’s dinner tomorrow.”“I was just… catching my breath,” I said, smoothing my hair. I felt like a fraud caught in a spotlight. “Lucian agreed to the scans, Marcus. He’s going to see the doctor.”Marcus nodded slowly, but he didn’t look happy. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning the lawn where Lucian and I had just been standing. “I heard you from the balcony. Your description of the horizon. It
Hired To Tame The Billionaire Garden
“You’re walking too slow, Lucian. At this rate, the sun will be down, and I’ll just be describing a black wall to you.”I didn’t wait for his reply. I grabbed his hand—his palm was rougher than I expected, warm and steady—and tugged him toward the West Garden. The air was starting to cool, the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine swirling around us.“Slow down, Vivian! I’m not a dog on a leash,” Lucian growled, though he didn’t pull away. His cane tapped rhythmically against the stone path, a sharp clack-clack that sounded impatient. “And why the garden? You usually complain that the pollen ruins your sinus.”“Because the light is doing something spectacular, and I’m tired of staring at the mahogany walls of your study,” I said, my voice light, almost breathless. I was still vibrating from the encounter with Sandro in the maze—the sting in my palm from the slap was still there, a secret itch I couldn’t scratch. I needed this. I needed the open air to flush out the feeling of being
Hired To Tame The Billionaire Mind Games
“Is that… off-the-rack polyester I smell, or did someone simply forget to ventilate the foyer?”I didn’t even have my coffee yet when the front doors of the mansion swung open, letting in a gust of cold morning air and the unmistakable, expensive scent of Sandro Aldridge’s cologne. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my apartment building, and standing next to him was a tall, skeletal man with silver hair and a measuring tape draped over his neck like a noose.“Good morning to you too, Vivian,” Sandro smirked, his eyes scanning my silk robe with a predatory glint. “You look… rested. I brought a friend. This is Monsieur Laurent. He’s flown in from Milan to discuss the gala wardrobe. You remember Laurent, don’t you? You nearly threw a bottle of champagne at him last season over a ‘disastrous’ hemline.”My heart did a slow, nauseating flip. I didn’t know Laurent. I didn’t know Milanese hemlines. I was a girl who bought her jeans from thrift shops and her t-shir
Hired To Tame The Billionaire Sabotage
“You’re still alive. I half-expected the Beast to finally snap and bury you in the rose garden after that stunt with the piano.”Isabel’s voice made me jump nearly out of my skin. I was standing in the middle of the massive, industrial-grade kitchen at two in the morning, clutching a bag of flour like it was a life preserver. The moonlight was streaming through the high windows, turning the stainless steel counters into silver blades.“Jesus, Isabel! You trying to give me a heart attack?” I hissed, clutching my chest.The head chef of the Aldridge estate didn’t look like the Gordon Ramsay type. She was a stout woman with kind eyes that she tried very hard to keep stern, her graying hair pulled into a tight bun. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her apron.“What are you doing, Vivian? If you’re looking for the wine cellar, it’s three doors down on the left. Though I’d advise against it. Lucian’s already smelled enough bourbon today to fuel a small car.”“I’m not l
Hired To Tame The Billionaire Melody
“What are you doing in here? This wing is off-limits to the staff.”The voice was cold, high-pitched, and dripping with a poison I had come to recognize all too well. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Standing in the doorway of the West Wing’s dusty corridor was Emelia Aldridge. She looked like a marble statue in her ivory power suit, her eyes scanning the cobwebs on the ceiling with visible disgust.“I’m not the staff, Emelia,” I replied, forcing my shoulders to stay down. I adjusted the silk scarf around my neck, making sure it hid the faint bruise from my run-in with Lucian’s flying glassware. “I was just… exploring. This house is a labyrinth. I got turned around.”“Vivian Lancaster never ‘explored.’ She only went where there was a mirror or a drink,” Emelia said, stepping into the room. She flicked a speck of dust off her sleeve. “Don’t get comfortable in the shadows, Celeste. The doctors called. They’re expecting the transfer for the neuro-regenerative serum by Frid
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