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2025-07-18 16:00:36Juan
The sunlight filters through the thin curtains, but it doesn’t reach me. Not really. I lie there in silence, the warmth of Stacey's absence lingering on the sheets, my body cocooned in her scent, but my mind a thousand miles away—in another decade, in another house, with a woman whose voice could chill the bones.
When I step down the stairs with my beloved wife, I am frozen. My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets, and the ground slipped off my feet when I watched the woman standing next to the sofa. My heart is racing rapidly, and my lips are slowly turning white.
The woman I so despise…my mother. She is back.
Just the thought sends a cold current through my chest. I haven’t seen her in years but now as she stands at the grand foyer,
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JuanThe office smells like antiseptic, pinewood polish, and espresso—sterile, sharp, efficient. But none of it matters. I’m not really here. My body is seated behind my desk, signing off on paperwork and pretending to listen to Roger update me on board decisions. But my mind is at the breakfast table, stuck in that moment—my mother’s smile slicing into me like a razor.She said nothing cruel this time. Not directly. Not like before. But her presence alone felt like violence. Her voice was calm, measured—almost sweet—but I’ve learned never to trust sugar when it coats poison.“You always had a temper, Juan,” she told me over breakfast, looking at me with those steely eyes like she owned me. “Even as a boy. Always running off. Always rebelling. And for
Tempting A Billionaire 68
JuanThe sunlight filters through the thin curtains, but it doesn’t reach me. Not really. I lie there in silence, the warmth of Stacey's absence lingering on the sheets, my body cocooned in her scent, but my mind a thousand miles away—in another decade, in another house, with a woman whose voice could chill the bones.When I step down the stairs with my beloved wife, I am frozen. My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets, and the ground slipped off my feet when I watched the woman standing next to the sofa. My heart is racing rapidly, and my lips are slowly turning white.The woman I so despise…my mother. She is back.Just the thought sends a cold current through my chest. I haven’t seen her in years but now as she stands at the grand foyer,
Tempting A Billionaire 67
Juan I step into the ballroom with measured confidence, though my lungs feel tight and every nerve in my body hums with electricity. The crowd parts on instinct—camera flashes erupt like fireworks. Gasps fill the air. Eyes widen. My heartbeat thuds in my ears.They thought I was dead. Perfect. This is my stage now, and I intend to own it.Meg and Tyler hover near the back of the crowd, their faces ashen, eyes darting. Rafael stands near the dais, smug—until he sees me. Then something in his spine stiffens. Stacey stands beside me, radiant and pale, but unbowed. Her grip on my hand steadies me more than she knows.I step forward, silent authority. The murmurs die. The string quartet grows quiet. Glasses still mid‑air. I clear my throat. Every camera swivels toward me. “Good evening,” I say. My voice echoes across the marble. “I wasn’t going to attend tonight—but I realized this event wasn’t mine to skip. It was given to me.”Press lenses tilt. Reporters scribble. Relief and shock ripp
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
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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?”
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