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The Familiar Stranger
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Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife your rhythm almost killed me once
“I didn’t ask for that,” I said at last.“I know.”“I don’t like people arranging my life.”“I know that too.”“And yet you did it anyway.”“Because you’re trying to do everything alone.”I laughed softly. Not because it was funny. “I’m the owner, founder, and CEO. That’s literally my job.”“You don’t have to control everything.”I looked at him as if he had just suggested I trade Sienna for a houseplant. “Excuse me?”“Help is there. Your team is enough. The funding is enough. Legal is enough. The vendors are enough.” He nodded toward the screen on my desk. “You don’t need to sit here until night deciding whether the napkins should be warm ivory or bone white.”“First of all, those are two different colors. Second, do not talk about napkins in that disrespectful tone inside an event planner’s office. Third, if I’m not working, what am I supposed to do?”He didn’t answer right away.I raised an eyebrow. “Sit in your mansion? Stare out the window in a silk dress and wait for my husband
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife legal action without further notice
Nicholas De Castello never said, I’ll try. There was no I’ll see, no maybe, no room for the universe to weigh in with an opinion. He spoke like a man born with one hand around the world’s throat and the other signing acquisition papers.I set my phone on the desk.Catalina was still standing across from me, “What did he say?”“Don’t respond to anything.”Catalina blinked. “And?”“He’ll handle it.”She lifted an eyebrow. “That sounds like something a man says when he has personal lawyers for his lawyers.”I sat back down and breathed in through my nose. “Yeah.. well.. but, this time I don’t hate it.”Because this time, they hadn’t touched me.If they wanted to chew up my name between champagne and low-sugar dessert, fine. I had already survived office whispers while my body was carrying Sienna and my dignity was being dragged across the De Castello marble floors. I knew what it felt like to become the joke for women who had never once had to calculate the cost of a doctor’s appointmen
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife i’m very busy, very beautiful, very lying
Nicholas disappeared.Traces of him still lingered in the house. black coffee sometimes left half-finished on the breakfast table, the sound of his car arriving too late, dark suit jackets appearing over the back of the study chair, short messages to Bianchi that made the whole house move. But his face was rarely here.The funny thing, of course, was that he still found time for Sienna.I woke to the sound of a door in the hallway.Sienna’s door.I sat up in bed, hair falling over my face, my body going instantly rigid. The clock on the nightstand read 1:17.For a few seconds, there was no sound.Then Sienna’s door hinge moved softly.I climbed out of bed without turning on the light. My bare feet touched the thick carpet, and I moved carefully toward the door. I opened my bedroom door just a crack.The hallway was dark, washed only in the soft glow of the wall sconces.Nicholas came out of Sienna’s room.Still in his white work shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy, his tie m
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife the cruelest part was caring
Nicholas stopped beside our table without taking off his coat.His eyes dropped to my hand, still near the croissant plate, then to Gabriel’s coffee cup, then to Gabriel’s face. Slowly. In order.“Nick.” Gabriel, with all the energy of an eldest brother who had never wanted the company inheritance but had somehow still been born with aristocratic posture, leaned back in his chair and lifted one hand.Nicholas didn’t return the greeting.I bit the inside of my cheek.“What were you talking about?” Nicholas asked. His voice was very low.I picked up my napkin and lightly touched the corner of my mouth. “The weather. Taxes. The unreasonable price of avocados. Your oldest brother was also just explaining that this lemon tart has a brighter future than most European aristocratic families.”“That was actually a good point.” Gabriel laughed.Nicholas’s gaze didn’t move from me. “Gabe.”“She was asking about you,” Gabriel answered immediately.I glared at him.Gabriel stopped. His eyes blinke
Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife I hate that I know where it hurts
I lay on my back, staring at the dark green ceiling of my bedroom, one hand on my stomach, my hair spread across the pillow like I had just lost a duel with expensive hair spray. Outside the window, Manhattan moved with its usual shameless urgency. Cars passed. Some birds of indeterminate species chirped. A gardener in the courtyard below trimmed the hedges with the precision of someone who maybe had a secret contract with the aesthetic mafia.I had barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Nicholas’s hand rising toward his temple, then changing direction into the motion of fixing his cuff.I hated knowing him that well.I hated that my body still kept a complete catalog of all his habits. The way his jaw tightened before he denied pain. The way his shoulders dropped half an inch when the ache started winning. The way he blinked slower when the world around him got too loud.Five years ago, knowing things like that made me feel special. Now it felt like having VIP acces
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I gave a smile, and then we moved again.I started noticing the same pattern I’d seen that morning in the kitchen. Small. Quick. Easy to miss if you hadn’t spent years reading this man’s body more carefully than a board schedule.At one point, his fingers tightened too hard around the base of his glass. His blinking slowed just slightly. Once, while an elderly donor droned on too long, Nicholas’s gaze went blank for a second, as if the sound in the room had drifted away from him. Then it came back. Neat, cold, perfect.I didn’t say anything.He could still keep going. I knew that because a man like Nicholas would stitch his own bones together with gold thread if it let him stay standing five minutes longer.And besides, the mini auction was starting, and I wanted to see this little circus.The lights dimmed slightly. The host began talking about scholarships, hospitals, and the family’s social commitments in the kind of tone that made millions of dollars sound almost holy. People star
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