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2025-07-04 16:00:39Stacey
When I begin to wake, everything feels strange—like I’m floating between a dream and reality. My body is heavy, weighted down by exhaustion, and there’s a dull, throbbing ache pulsing through me. My head feels foggy, and for a moment, I can’t remember where I am.
I blink against the white hospital lights, the sterile smell of antiseptic flooding my senses. My eyes move slowly across the room, and I see them—my grandparents. Sitting side by side near my bed. Their faces look drawn, older somehow, their eyes filled with a kind of sadness I can’t quite place.
I try to speak, my voice dry and hoarse. “Where’s Juan?”
They look at each other, their expressions flickering with something—hesitation, worry,
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Tempting A Billionaire 78
Narrator The scent of bleach and rust lingers in the corridor outside the prison cells. A stale silence hovers in the air, broken only by the distant murmurs of reporters gathering outside the gates. They’re here for Juan and Stacey—the couple that somehow survived the firestorm of betrayal, manipulation, and death.Inside the holding area, Stacey sits on the cold floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The fatigue hangs on her like a second skin, but her eyes, hollow with grief, still shimmer with the embers of hope. She listens—because it’s all she can do—as Juan’s familiar voice speaks softly through the vent near the floor that connects their cells.The door opens.Rose strides in first, fierce and unflinching, her presence radiating both comfort and fire. Behind her is Meg, her face pale but resolute, and a well-dressed lawyer clutching a stack of files. “You’re done holding them,” Rose announces to the officer with unshakable authority. “This ends now.”“What is the basis of your—
Tempting A Billionaire 77
Narrator The clank of steel bars echoes like judgment itself. Harsh, cold, final. Juan sits on the narrow cot of his prison cell, elbows resting on his knees, hands tangled in his thick hair. His knuckles are raw—some from the fight with Tyler, some from punching the concrete wall in rage after they were handcuffed and read their rights. It all feels like a blur now. The sirens. The flash of red and blue lights. The blood. Stacey’s terrified face as they pulled her away from him. Now, there is silence. Not even the guard’s footsteps in the corridor.He doesn’t know what time it is. Maybe morning, maybe night. He hasn’t eaten. Can’t. The image of Stacey, soaked and shaking in that shattered aquarium, haunts him like a ghost. She had pulled the trigger. To save him. To end it. And now they’ve both lost everything. Or maybe, he thinks bitterly, they never had it to begin with.“Stacey,” he whispers hoarsely, rising slowly. He presses his palm to the cracked wall next to him—the one tha
Tempting A Billionaire 76
NarratorJuan hasn’t slept in thirty-six hours. His jaw is clenched so tight, the muscle beneath his cheek ticks in rhythm with the pulsing headache behind his eyes. He barrels through the hallway of another warehouse on the outskirts of the city, kicking over empty crates and flashing a photo of Stacey at every reluctant guard, drug runner, and criminal informant he can find.“Where the hell is she?” he growls, slamming one man against a brick wall. “If she’s hurt—if she’s dead—you don’t want to know what I’ll do to all of you.”No one has answers. Just blank eyes and trembling mouths. He knows they’re scared—but not of him. No, someone else is pulling the strings here. Someone far more insidious. And now the sick twist in his gut c
Tempting A Billionaire 75
NarratorThe storm outside is mild compared to what brews behind the gilded walls of the Martinez estate. Inside Tyler’s sprawling mansion, Marsiella Martinez sits across from him, her expression unreadable, as always—a woman skilled in masks, manipulation, and rot.“She’s too comfortable,” Marsiella says, fingering the rim of her wine glass. “Stacey thinks she’s won. She walks around that house like it belongs to her.” Tyler watches her carefully. “She’s carrying Juan’s child, Marsiella. What exactly are you hoping to accomplish?”“I’m hoping to remove her. Permanently.” Her tone is colder than the crystal in her hand. Tyler shifts, uneasy. “You want to kill her?”&ldqu
Tempting A Billionaire 74
NarratorThe house is quiet after midnight—too quiet for a home full of tension. The soft murmur of voices slips from behind the master bedroom door, and Marsiella stands just beyond it, her ear pressed gently against the polished wood.Inside, Juan and Stacey are arguing. Not loudly—no shouting. Just that low, tight tone lovers use when they’re trying not to fall apart. “I’m trying my best,” Stacey says, voice trembling. “I’ve ignored every insult, every taunt. But your mother is poisoning the house, Juan.”There’s a pause. Marsiella smirks to herself. She doesn’t need to hear Juan’s response to know it’s laced with fatigue and hesitation.“I can’t deal with this right now,”
Tempting A Billionaire 73
StaceyNancy and I start working right after breakfast. The guest list is small, intimate. Just my closest friends—Raya, Rose, Dani, and Mae. Women who know me, love me, and have stood by me through storms I thought would drown me.We light candles, set out fresh gardenias in crystal vases, and prepare a modest spread—lemon tartlets, smoked salmon bites, Nancy’s famous rosemary chicken, and a chilled bottle of sparkling peach cordial. The house smells like citrus and lavender, a strange kind of calm before the inevitable chaos.I’m arranging place cards at the table when I hear the sharp click of heels against marble.“Hosting a tea party?” Marsiella sneers, crossing her arms as she surveys the decorations. “No,” I say with
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