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Chapter 11_The door that closed
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The words hit me like a physical blow. "The baby isn't yours." I stood frozen, the penthouse dark around us, a single lamp casting long shadows across Camille's face. The words echoed in my skull, refusing to settle. "Repeat that." She didn't look up. Her hands twisted in her lap, pale and trembling. "The baby isn't yours, Elias." "No." The word came out sharp. "Say it again. I need to hear it clearly." Her jaw tightened. She lifted her chin, and for a moment, I saw the old Camille—the one who'd walked into the Obsidian Club with a strategy and a smile. But the mask cracked. Her eyes were wet. "The baby isn't yours." The room tilted. I gripped the back of the sofa, my knuckles white. A strange sound escaped my throat—something between a laugh and a gasp. "All this time." My voice was low, unrecognizable. "You let me believe we were building something. A family. A future. You stood in front of a room full of people and announced—" I stopped, the memory of the loft burning thro
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction) The lies Unravel
The penthouse swallowed the sound of my footsteps.I stood by the window, phone in hand, the city stretching endless and indifferent beyond the glass. I'd sent the message hours ago. Told myself I wasn't waiting. Told myself I had no right to expect anything.My thumb hovered over the screen anyway.The photograph sat on the desk behind me, tucked under a folder. The clinic logo. The timeline that didn't match. Evidence of a lie I couldn't prove yet. And somewhere in Paris, Mira was reading my words, deciding whether I was worth the risk.I set the phone down. Picked it up. Set it down again.Then it buzzed.I'll help you. But don't expect me to forget what you did to me.I read it three times. The words didn't soften. She hadn't signed it with warmth, hadn't added a single syllable of forgiveness. Just a statement. A boundary. A door held open exactly one inch.I deserved worse.I don't expect you to forget, I typed. I just hope one day you'll understand why I had to let you go.I pr
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction) Chapter 29_Amending Agreement
"So… are we still pretending this meant nothing?"The question hung in the air between us, soft and dangerous. I lay there, his arm still warm across my waist, the dawn light painting his face in shades of gold and amber.I didn't know what to say.I shouldn't have kissed him. The thought surfaced first, sharp and familiar. Julien's face flickered through my mind—his steady hands, his careful voice, the way he'd looked at me at the airport like I was something worth waiting for.But I had kissed him. And I'd do it again.I sat up, the blanket pooling around my waist. "It meant exactly what we agreed it would mean."His eyes searched mine. "Which is?""Friends with benefits." I reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head. "No feelings. No expectations. No relationship."He didn't argue. Didn't push. He just lay there, propped on one elbow, watching me with those whiskey-colored eyes."If that's what you want," he said slowly, "I'll respect it.""Good.""But I'm not going to pretend I
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction) Chapter 28_Wine and Regret
Mira pov The café across from Le Cordon Bleu had become my refuge. I sat at the same corner table, my espresso cooling, my notebook open to a page I hadn't written on in twenty minutes. Enzo. His name was a splinter I couldn't extract. I remembered his confession in the courtyard—the way he'd looked at me, open and unguarded, telling me he had feelings. The friends-with-benefits offer had landed like a stone in still water, and I'd told myself I'd never consider it. I was with Julien. I was building something new. I didn't need complications. But the more I pushed the thought away, the more it grew roots. He saw me. The real me. And he didn't flinch. I pulled out my phone. Opened his contact. Stared at it. This is a bad idea. I typed anyway. Are you always this distracting, or is it a special talent? The reply came faster than I expected. Depends on who I'm distracting. Are you calling to complain? I smiled despite myself. I'm calling to tell you your lemon tart techniq
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction) Chapter 27_ The weight of Secret
Elias pov The photograph sat in my palm, the edges curling from how long I'd been holding it. A woman in a white coat. A clinic logo I'd traced with my thumb a hundred times. Camille's face, unsmiling, exiting a building that didn't match the timeline she'd given me.I barely saw it anymore.My eyes traced the image, but my mind was elsewhere—in a penthouse that smelled like her, on a glass wall where her breath had fogged the surface, in the kitchen where she'd stood in my shirt, barefoot, making coffee like she belonged there.I remembered the way she'd looked at me that first night at the Obsidian Club. Cautious. Curious. Like she was deciding whether I was worth the risk. And I remembered the way I'd rewarded that trust—by building a wall between us, brick by cold brick, until she couldn't reach me anymore.She didn't deserve it.The thought sat in my chest like a stone I couldn't swallow. I'd told myself it was necessary. The blackmail. The threat to her mother. The photographs
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction) Chapter 26_ The photograph's Shadow
Mira pov I stared at the screen until the words blurred.Camille's baby isn't mine. I can prove it. I need your help.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Then I set the phone down, face-up on the windowsill, and watched the light drain from the Paris sky.The anger came first—hot and familiar, a door I'd thought was locked swinging open. After everything. After the penthouse, the belt, the way he'd looked at me in his mother's hallway before choosing to walk away. After the months of silence, the wedding, the announcement that had shattered champagne glass across a loft floor.Now he needed help.I picked up the phone. Read it again. The words hadn't changed.I didn't reply.---The phone buzzed again ten minutes later. A second message.I'm not asking you to come back. I'm not asking you to forgive me. I need help because something about Camille's pregnancy doesn't add up. I've found things that made me question everything.I read it twice. A third time.Why should I believe you? I
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