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THE TURBULENT NIGHT

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Giselle's POV

I slammed into my penthouse, every molecule within me raging with fury. Patrick.The gall of that man. He dared to appear at my doorstep and demand answers—as if he were worthy of them. As if he hadn't discarded me like yesterday's trash. I had been truthful to him, and the look on his face when I told him that the baby was his? Almost worth it. Almost.

Reward wasn't going to steal the bitterness eating at my chest, though. I tossed my purse onto the couch and let out a harsh breath. My phone rang, and I answered it on autopilot.

A text. Nicholas: You okay? Call me if you need anything.

I let out a deep breath. My brother always had my back. Today, though, I did not feel like talking. I didn't want to explain to him how things had spiralled this far out of control.

I was on the verge of hanging up when there was another message. Victor: Dinner tonight? I have a spot that'll take your mind off all your problems.

I stared at the screen, my heart racing. Victor. My ex. The m
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