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Please Hold for a Lifetime of Repressed Feelings
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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
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife Memory Lies, So Do People
The SUV glided smoothly past the automatic gates, rolling into a private area where, somehow, the air itself felt more expensive. This wasn’t your average airport. No flight delay announcements. No sweaty people hauling plastic suitcases. No screaming children fighting over window seats.Just a stretch of quiet concrete and… a plane.Not a regular plane, of course. A matte black private jet with a tail that caught the morning light like the scales of an overpriced snake. Two crew members stood beside it in all-black uniforms.Angela got out first, dragging Sushi’s carrier behind her while the cat let out a low growl that sounded vaguely like a threat. I followed, tugging my hoodie to shield myself from the sun that was suddenly way too bright. Then came Sienna... still wearing her mermaid costume, sunglasses still perched on her face, and pulling a glittery suitcase like she was stepping onto a red carpet. I squinted. Sienna adjusted her shades with two fingers. And then… she walked.
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife The Safehouse I Built
It was seven in the morning and I had already cursed my life four times in my head.The first, when I realized Sushi had more personal needs than an actual human child.The second, when I opened the closet and found Angela sleeping curled around Sienna’s slime suitcase like a personal bodyguard. The third, when I discovered Sienna’s mermaid costume wasn’t in any of the suitcases… because she had hidden it inside the oven. And the fourth? When I picked up Sushi’s litter box and felt like I was lifting the weight of my past sins.“I told them we couldn’t bring everything,” I muttered, holding my breath against the scent of prematurely packed cat sand. “But of course, everything had to come. Because God forbid this billion-dollar cat suffers the slightest discomfort.”I dragged the box out of the room, past a narrow hallway now jammed with suitcases, bags, and a unicorn plush that looked like it had just survived a shipwreck.The kitchen was already noisy. Angela sat at the table eatin
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife Baggage Claim: One Life, Unwanted
I walked back into the kitchen, my heartbeat still a mess after Nicholas said his chest felt... strange. I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming, That’s your kid you tried to throw away, you idiot!The skillet was still warm. Pancakes stacked neatly on a plate, eggs glistening under a touch of butter. I started plating everything onto a big serving dish. My hands moved on autopilot, adding slices of avocado, a bit of shredded cheese, a sprinkle of sea salt.Then I opened the upper cabinet and grabbed the one extra thing I only ever made when my mood was stable enough to handle it: cheesy arepas with Tabasco and honey. An absurd combo.But so was I. A walking contradiction that somehow stayed standing after life tried to blow me to pieces.Behind me, I heard a chair scrape. I didn’t have to look. That I-own-the-world aura was too familiar. Nicholas sat down at the dining table like he owned the house. Or at least, like he owned me and my kid on some absurd short-term cont
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife When a Mermaid Meets a Castello
It was eight twenty. I woke up to the sound of a bird outside my window screaming like it was being evacuated from a fire.Or maybe it was just my internal alarm, traumatized from standing too long in seven-inch heels last night and being unofficially married by capitalism and a tall man named Nicholas De Castello.I pushed myself out of bed. My muscles felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I cracked the bedroom door open and peeked at the room next door.There she was. The Chubby Mermaid.Sienna was still asleep, mouth slightly open, cheek smooshed into the pillow in a completely unglamorous sprawl. I’d taken her pacifier out last night after what could only be described as a bomb-defusing operation. Her mermaid costume was halfway off because she flat-out refused to take it off completely.“If I sleep without my tail, I’ll dream I’m human!” she’d cried.Yes, baby. That’s the point.I closed the door gently and padded down to the kitchen.Silence. The lights were still dim, morning air
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife The Betrayal of Mermaid Law
Nicholas raised an eyebrow.His face didn’t move, almost like it had turned to stone. For a second, he looked like one of those marble statues in a European museum, completely baffled by the small, frizzy-haired creature accusing him of being a Turkish soap opera actor.I grimaced. Ugh.“She’s... dramatic,” I said, shrugging. “Sorry about that.”He didn’t answer. He just stared at me for a moment with this blank expression full of unspoken questions, then gave a slow nod and turned to walk to his car without saying a word.Good.I let out a long breath and stepped back into the house before Sienna could scream “I don’t like him,” again with that tiny voice beating me to it.Sienna was standing in the living room, her chubby arms crossed over her chest. Her mermaid costume was still dragging behind her on the floor, and her pacifier dangled lazily from a ribbon, glittering above her adorably bloated belly. Next to her, Sushi, our chubby cat, was lying on his back, legs sprawled open.
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