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2026-05-10 16:31:02
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The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate The Message
Aurora woke up with the unknown number call still on her mind.She had barely slept, She had lain in her small bed and stared at the ceiling and watched the numbers on her alarm clock crawl toward morning at some point she had slept but it was not enough. The message sat in her mind. "Aurora King. We should talk about your father." She had answered 'Okay'. She got up and dressed in a dark jeans and a black sweater and she pulled her hair back hard.Her phone notification chimed it was Lucian who had sent a message "Good morning, the car is outside."She ignored it, instead she made coffee in her small kitchenette and burned her tongue on the first sip. The apartment felt smaller than she remembered, the walls were pressed in and she could hear her neighbor's television through the thin plaster, she had gotten used to the endless space of Lucian Penthouse. S hated how she wished she was there, not for the luxury but for she hated even more how she craved to be beside him an
The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate Discovery
Aurora walked into the Brooklyn office and found Maya surrounded by paper.They were spread across the desk in stacks so high that they were ready to slide onto the floor. Maya had printed everything she could on what she had just researched. "Close the door," Maya said without looking up.Aurora closed it. She moved to the desk and stood across from her best friend, the only person who knew that Aurora Miller was a mask worn over Aurora King.Maya looked up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her hair loose from its usual bun, her shirt wrinkled like she had slept in it. She most likely had."Sit," Maya said."I'll stand.""Sit, Aurora. You need to hear this sitting down."Aurora sat. She had cried in this chair once, three years ago, the day she told Maya everything. About her father's death and the name change. S had also told her the plan for revenge that had started as grief and hardened her heart. Maya had listened to her and had not judged she was a shoulder to cry on and ver
The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate Pancakes
Aurora woke up with the ring digging into her cheek. She had fallen asleep with her hand under her face, the diamond pressing hard enough to leave a mark. She sat up and looked at it. The stone caught the morning light and threw tiny rainbows across the white sheets. She closed her hand into a fist to make them disappear.Her body ached. Not a bad ache. The kind that came from being used thoroughly, from muscles she didn't know she had. She could still feel him inside her if she thought about it. She made herself stop thinking about it.She showered for too long. She stood under the hot water and watched the steam rise and tried to remember who she was supposed to be today. Aurora Miller, fake fiancée. Aurora King, daughter of a dead man. The woman who had ridden Lucian Vale in the back of a car and begged him to finish inside her.She got out and dressed in jeans and a gray sweater then she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at her
The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate Back Seat Of The Limo
Aurora stood in front of the mirror and tried to hate the diamond on her hand. She really tried and God knows she did, It was too big, a cushion-cut stone in a platinum band that caught the light and reminded one of the Rihanna song. Lucian had picked it out himself the morning after she moved in. He had slid it onto her finger in the kitchen while she was still in his shirt from the night before, her coffee going cold."It's too much," she had said."That's the point." He had answered.Now she stood in a green dress, he had corrected her that it was emerald, when the stylist delivered it. The dress was one that clung to her ribs and left her back bare. The ring winked at her in the mirror, it was a constant reminder that she was playing a role she had not auditioned for.Lucian appeared in the doorway. He wore a tuxedo that fit him like he had been born in it. His eyes moved over her slowly, from the diamond to the bare line of her spine."You'll do," he said."I hate that phrase." S
The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate The Move
Aurora stood on the sidewalk outside Lucian's building with two suitcases and a headache that felt like she was slowly running mad.Though she had agreed to moving in on the phone yesterday, her hands shook. He had called her the morning after the piano, his voice rough with sleep, and said the Tanakas wanted to see them together again by the weekend. A lunch something casual, he had said. A test of their supposed domesticity."You need to be here," he had said. "Not visiting, Living.""I have an apartment." She had immediately reminded him."That you pay for with money you may not have in three months." He had paused. "I'm not asking you to sleep in my bed, Aurora. I'm asking you to play the part convincingly."She had said yes then she had hung up. She had stared at her father's watch for an hour before she started packing and swearing that she hated him for making her move in with him but through out the time she packed clothes she knew he would love to see her in, she was smiling.
The Billionaire I Was Meant To Hate Back to the penthouse
Aurora stood in the center of Lucian's penthouse wearing a dress that cost more than her rent.It was red like blood, vivid and impossible to ignore. The stylist he had sent to her apartment that morning had picked it out and called it "cranberry," which was a lie. As far as she was concerned it was red. It clung to her ribs, dipped low at the back, and ended at mid-thigh in a way that made her feel exposed from every angle.She had tried to refuse it. The stylist, a severe woman named Ingrid, had simply laid three more options on the bed and said, "Mr. Vale selected these personally. The red flatters your coloring. The others are alternatives if you prefer to disappoint him."Aurora had chosen the red. She hated herself for choosing something he loved, She also hated how beautiful she looked in the mirror.Now she stood in his living room with her arms crossed, waiting. The penthouse was different in daylight. Less threatening, more lived-in. Books on shelves. A guitar in the co
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