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Penulis: Abba_Rekpene
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CHRISTIAN

The water was hot against my skin, steam curling in the air as I ran my hands through my hair, exhaling sharply.

I should have been thinking about work—about the companies I intended to acquire this week, the logistics of integrating them into Hilton Tech, and the deals I needed to close.

But instead, all I could think about… was her. Penelope.

The way she kissed me outside in the rain. How she reached up on her toes, grabbing onto me like she had been waiting for that moment. Like she wanted me, like she needed me.

I could still feel the press of her soft lips against mine, the warmth of her hands around my neck. She had walked away with that satisfied little smile of hers, leaving me standing there, drenched and speechless. I knew it.

What the hell was she playing at?

Shaking my head, I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt. I needed to stop thinking about her.

Dinner should be a distraction.

By the time I
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  • The Billionaire's Bargain   119.

    PENELOPE“Where were you the night Samantha Elliot died, Mrs. Hilton?” he barked, leaning across the table.I didn’t so much as flinch. I laced my fingers neatly in front of me, tilting my head just slightly.“At home,” I replied evenly. “My husband picked me up from work and dropped me home. You’re welcome to check the cameras at Castillo Inc, or at my estate, for confirmation.”Wallace scoffed, pacing to the other side of the table. His eyes burned into me like embers.“Cameras can be tampered with, after all your husband is a tech guy.” he shot back. “But you? You’ve got a motive written all over you, sweetheart. The same woman who humiliated you, burned down your precious bakery, winds up dead a few weeks later? And you just happen to have a history of—what was it again?—poisoning people. That’s right. The Governor’s kids still can’t eat without getting fear of being poisoned because of you.”“Detective, unless you have a shred of evidence tying my client to Ms. Elliot’s death, yo

  • The Billionaire's Bargain   118.

    PENELOPEBy the time I got into the office, my appetite had somehow returned.It startled even me.Alfred had already packed my breakfast neatly, which sat on my desk waiting for me. I didn’t even bother removing my jacket before opening it, unwrapping the still-warm smell of toast, sausages and scrambled eggs and digging in.I was halfway through when Lucas walked in, carrying a paper bag and two cups of coffee. He froze at the door, his eyes narrowing playfully as he took in the sight of me.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, holding the bag up.I looked up at him with my mouth full, then swallowed and tilted my head innocently. “What?”“You’re already eating?” He lifted a brow, pretending to pout. “I should just take these back then.”I laughed faintly, wiping my fingers on the napkin. “Don’t even think about it. Come back here, Lucas.”He made a dramatic sigh and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I gestured to the seat across from me as he set the coffee and bag do

  • The Billionaire's Bargain   117.

    PENELOPEI heard him come in late last night, just as I was finishing some work at the dining table.“Hey, still up?,” he’d said, pausing just long enough to look at me.“Yeah, I just got off a call. How was work?” I asked softly.He adjusted his tie, looking exhausted. “The prep went fine. Get some rest.”And that was that.Now it was morning, and I was staring at the same dining table again—this time with a proper breakfast in front of me, the smell of eggs, oats, strawberries, and pancakes filling the air, and Maria already bustling around with her blender and that awful green concoction she called juice.I lifted my coffee mug to my lips just as she set a tall glass of the green stuff in front of Christian with a hopeful little smile.“Drink,” she said brightly. “You’ll thank me later.”Christian didn’t even glance at it at first, just kept cutting into his pancakes and scrambled eggs like nothing. But when Maria nudged the glass closer, his hand froze.Uh-ohThen he looked up at

  • The Billionaire's Bargain   116.

    CHRISTIANThe day moved like clockwork. It had to.I was sitting at my desk, when Liam recited her routine to me again—not because I needed reminding, but because this kind of thing was about precision, not memory. “By eight in the morning, she’s at the gym,” he said evenly. “By noon she’s at the spa. At two, she visits her mother’s care home. Back home by six, steps out by seven to pick up dinner, home again by eight. Then nothing, same routine, every day.”I nodded, “And we go in at ten?”“That’s the cleanest window,” Liam confirmed.I didn’t respond immediately. My thoughts drifted—not to her, but to Penelope. To the threats that had her shaken. I hadn’t involved the police yet, I didn’t need to. I already had a good idea who was behind it. And tonight, one way or another, I’d find out.I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and rising to my feet.“Ten. No later.” I confirmed it again.“You’re sure you don’t want to wait longer?” he asked mildly.“

  • The Billionaire's Bargain   115.

    PENELOPEI woke up to the constant vibrating of my phone on the nightstand. I groaned, rolling over and pulling the blanket tighter around me. But the buzzing didn’t stop, and when I finally reached for it, still half-asleep, I saw it wasn’t a call.It was Instagram.And my bakery’s page — Sweet Delights — was blowing up.I sat up instantly, my heart hammering as I scrolled through the notifications. Thousands of new followers. Hundreds of comments flooding in under the last post I made two weeks ago about Sweet Delights being on a break.And everywhere I looked, it was the video— Samantha tampering with the flour bags in the bakery’s kitchen. Then the fire she started, just like Maya had confessed… although the video didn’t show Maya at all. If she claimed she did it, she should have been there—unless whoever released the footage cropped her out on purpose, because she wasn’t their target. It was all over the internet now. And right alongside it… the other video of me.Dragging her

  • The Billionaire's Bargain   114.

    CHRISTIANThe phone rang three times before it went to voicemail.I stared at the screen like it had personally offended me, then dropped it on the desk with a sharp clatter and leaned back in my chair, glaring at nothing.She wasn’t picking up.I’d already tried twice before this, and each time it was the same—her voice on the recording, and nothing else. A little part of me hoped she would at least text me back, even if it was just to tell me to go to hell. But no. Nothing.Why did I even care? I was mad at her. She hadn’t told me she was being threatened, but I was genuinely worried. It must’ve taken its toll on her. I just hoped she was okay. I’d have to call Alfred later.I dragged a hand over my face and let out a bitter laugh. She had avoided Alex all through dinner last night too, which I didn’t miss, no matter how hard she tried to play it off.And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure which of them I was angrier at — Alex, for being the one to tell me what she was going through

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