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Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife De Castello Brothers
“Buongiorno.” Lorenzo’s smile was sweet, his eyes never once leaving my face. “If I’d known New York was this warm in the morning, I would’ve come back from Rome sooner.”I held myself back from grabbing the nearest chair and launching it at his skull. My fingers curled around my fork until my knuckles blanched, and I forced my breathing into something resembling steady.Across the table, Nicholas’s jaw ticked, his fingers tapping lightly against the marble surface.“Lorenzo,” he said, flat and cold. “If you came to my house just to play, you can turn around and look for another toy.”One of Lorenzo’s brows arched. He gave Nicholas a brief look, “Relax, fratello.” He stepped fully into the kitchen, casual as ever, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. “I haven’t even sat down yet. I haven’t asked for my inheritance. I haven’t caused a scandal.”“Start by shutting up,” Nicholas shot back.Lorenzo laughed under his breath. “Too bad, I didn’t come here to shut the fuck up.”His gaze
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife The Door Slammed Open
"You’re not supposed to be here." His voice was low and flat. Stripped of any emotion. I swallowed. It felt like glass shards scraping down my throat. My hand fell slowly, like it knew it had been caught stealing air from a room I had no right to enter. I couldn’t speak. My tongue was frozen against the roof of my mouth.Because I knew this version of Nicholas. The quiet, detached, almost lifeless one...didn’t mean he was calm. It meant he was angry. Deeply."I..." My throat burned. My voice caught like it had forgotten how to function. "I was just curious."He didn’t move. Just stared at me like I was something he was trying to tolerate. I felt like a cracked antique sitting in the middle of his priceless gallery."Out."One word. Sharp. ....it hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut.I nodded once, slowly, before my body could even register that it should start moving. I turned toward the door, every step aching like my bones were protesting the motion.As I passed him, the familia
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Nicholas’s driver, dressed in black with the default expression of someone who had just swallowed a live GPS, opened the SUV door without saying a word. Because of course Castello Corp. didn’t hire regular humans. They hired sleep-deprived clones of James Bond.I lifted Sienna into the middle seat and tucked her stingray-shaped backpack beside her.“Mommy, do they have mermaids in the ocean here too?” she asked in a raspy, spoiled voice. “Not just vampires like in that house.”“That house isn’t a vampire house, Sienna.”“Then why weren’t we allowed to go outside at night?”“Ask Nicholas later.”Sienna giggled, then stared out the window. Five minutes into the ride and I already felt like I needed prescription-grade vitamins.The car slowed in front of a tall gate. Behind it was a sprawling yard, neat maple trees, and a three-story red brick building that looked like a miniature Harvard for preschoolers.I helped her down. She stood with her arms crossed, chin lifted slightly. Glittery
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After Sienna finally fell asleep, after a mini war over whether or not she could sleep with her plastic tiara, and one long bedtime story about a mermaid who married a sea monster because of a work contract, I dragged my feet back to my room.I didn’t bother turning on the main light. Just the soft glow of the table lamp in the corner guided me toward the bathroom. The sound of water running in the shower was like the forgiveness I’d been waiting for all day. And for the next few minutes, I let myself drown there… in the steam, in the scent of sandalwood and lemon soap far too luxurious to just be called "soap."Showering here felt like trying to wash off emotional sins. But unfortunately, hot water can’t rinse away five years of trauma, or shut off my body’s biological response whenever Nicholas stands a little too close.Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door to the walk-in closet. Then stopped. Stared.The walls were lined with clothing racks, too neatly arrange
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife The Mermaid Gets Atlantis, I Get Ghosts
The staff moved with a kind of theatrical precision. They lifted our luggage like they were transporting museum artifacts instead of glitter-covered suitcases belonging to a little mermaid whose belongings probably consisted of broken toys, crusty slime, and pacifiers lost and then triumphantly recovered.Nicholas gave a single, subtle nod just as a man appeared from behind the curve of the grand staircase. Tall, polished, and born with the kind of face that could say “Welcome to the De Castello residence” in three languages without blinking.“The butler,” Angela whispered, way too excited, her phone already in recording mode. “Oh my God, it’s like walking into a private Vatican museum.”“Welcome back, Mr. De Castello,” the man said calmly. “I’ve arranged a brief tour for Mrs Castello, per your request.”Nicholas nodded. “Make sure Sienna’s room matches her specifications.”“We’ve ensured everything is in place, sir.”I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course Nicholas had “specif
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife Please Hold for a Lifetime of Repressed Feelings
I nodded slowly, or more accurately, pretended to examine my thumbnail while trying to process what he’d just said.The face.The voice.Sometimes… a green-eyed woman.Did he know it was me? Or was it just ...(what’s the word..?) some kind of visual residue from his malfunctioning brain? A faint crack in the glass of his memory, showing glimpses of a past he couldn’t place? Or worse… maybe he did know it was me, and chose to let it slip away anyway. Like I was just a vague nightmare he could hit “skip” on the moment he opened his eyes.Great, but why did it have to be the eyes? Why not, oh I don’t know… my bad jokes? My hair? My great boobs?Why did it have to be something so poetic?I took a deep breath and looked back out the window. The sky was too peaceful for human chaos. The clouds rolled on gracefully below, the world humming along like it wasn’t holding its breath while I sat here next to the man who once lit my heart on fire and vanished without a trace.I let out a quiet sig
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