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Tempting A Billionaire 66
Stacey I close the door behind me and let the silence wrap around me like a weighted blanket. My bedroom hasn’t changed. The ivory curtains still flutter with the breeze. The photo of Juan and me—taken on our honeymoon in Venice—sits on the dresser, untouched. And yet, everything feels… distant. Unfamiliar. Like I’m walking through a dream stitched together with grief.The moment I step closer to the bed, the images from that night rush back like a flood. The night when someone barged into my room in the darkness and tried to rape me. It made me lose my child - the slip of my foot and no matter how hard I try, I still cant forget the feeling. It sends shivers down my spine. And then the most tragic news of my life. Juan’s accident. The panic.The silence after. The officer told me his car had gone off the cliff. My knees tremble, and I clutch the bedpost to steady myself. No. I won’t break down. Not here. Not now. I clench my fists. “You’re alive, Juan,” I remind myself. “You’re hi
Tempting A Billionaire 65
Stacey The cold cuffs bite into my wrists, the metal pressing against skin already bruised by grief. I sit in the back of the police car, rain streaking across the window like the tears I can’t stop shedding. My body trembles, but not from the cold. This can’t be happening.They're accusing me of murdering Juan. My husband. My life. The only man I’ve ever truly loved. How could they even say such a thing? “I didn’t kill him,” I whisper to no one. “I could never...” The officers in the front say nothing. Their silence is louder than any accusation.My mind races with images—Juan smiling at me across our bed, his hand cupping my cheek as he promised to be back early. That soft kiss before he left for the office. His voice on the phone just before the line went dead.He told me he might be late. And then the storm. The crash site. The void.Please don’t be dead, I beg silently. Please, God, don’t take him from me. Not him too. The grief is so raw, I can't breathe through it. I raise my
Tempting A Billionaire 64
TylerThe front door slams behind us just as the first pale light of morning creeps across the floorboards. I toss my soaked jacket on the back of a chair, fingers stiff from gripping the steering wheel all night. My bones ache from sitting too long. My eyes burn, but sleep isn’t an option right now. Not when adrenaline’s still in my veins.I head straight for the wine cabinet, pull out a bottle of Merlot, and pour two generous glasses. Six a.m. It feels like the middle of the night. Meg follows behind me, silent, her arms crossed.“Here.” I offer her the glass. “To new beginnings.” She takes it with a stiff nod. Doesn’t drink right away. “You talked to him,” I say, the words sharper than intended. She blinks at me. “Excuse me?”
Tempting A Billionaire 63
JuanPain.That’s the first thing I register when my eyes crack open. The kind that doesn’t scream—it pulses. Deep. Bone-deep. I can’t breathe at first. Smoke, blood, and the sharp sting of twisted metal fill my lungs. Everything around me is dark. My head slams back against the seat, and when I try to move, pain explodes up my leg like someone’s lit it on fire.The airbag is deflated. The windshield—gone. The front of the car looks like it folded in half. I can hear the distant creak of metal, groaning with the weight of gravity and wreckage. I survived the fall.Barely.“Stacey…” I croak out, but my throat is dry. My lips are cracked.
Tempting A Billionaire 62
Stacey“Take me there, Grandpa!” I exclaim, the words ripping out of me like a scream that’s been building in my chest for hours. My voice is raw, trembling. But it’s the only thing I can control right now—my voice, and my need to act.He doesn’t question me. He doesn’t ask for a moment to think. He just gives me a single, steady nod and strides forward, his hand reaching out toward mine. I grab it like a lifeline. His grip is warm, firm. Safe.I let him pull me to my feet, though my legs are shaky, like they could give out any second. My whole body feels like glass, on the edge of shattering with every breath, every step. But I keep moving. I slide on my warm coat, the sleeves catching briefly against my wrist. I can’t even get my arms in right the first time, m
Tempting A Billionaire 61
StaceyThe sun is warm on my skin, filtering softly through the tall trees that surround my grandparents’ garden. I sit on a white iron bench next to Grandma, a knitted shawl draped over my shoulders, even though the afternoon breeze is gentle. My grandfather, always precise with his hands, tends to the roses in the corner with patient focus, humming some old tune I recognize but can’t name.I close my eyes for a moment and breathe it all in—fresh-cut grass, rosemary in the herb beds, the faint clink of a wind chime dangling from the arbor. It’s peaceful here, in a way I haven’t felt in weeks. Maybe months. I open my eyes again and glance at Grandma. She watches me with her usual warm smile, the kind that reaches her eyes, no matter how tired she is.“You’ve come a lon
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