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Chapter 7: Three hours (Second half)
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2026-08-20 16:37:02
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The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession Chapter 7: Three hours (Second half)
For the next ninety minutes, I was washed, brushed, painted, and styled like a human doll. They pulled my wild, dark curls into an elegant, loose updo that framed my face. They applied soft makeup that highlighted my eyes and painted my lips a deep, velvet red.And then came the dress.It was a deep emerald green silk gown. It wasn't designed for the skinny, starving models you see in fashion magazines. It was made for a curvy plump woman. The silk stretched over my wide hips, hugged my waist tight, and dipped low over my chest, highlighting every single curve I possessed. It had a long slit up the left leg, showing off my heels.When I looked in the full-length mirror, I barely recognized myself. I looked powerful. I looked stunning. But underneath the expensive silk, my heart was hammering a terrified, unsteady beat.I stepped out of the guest room into the main living room.Julian was standing by the window, wearing a crisp black tuxedo that made him look like a dark, lethal king.
The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession Chapter 6: Three hours
I wasn’t going to move out. I don't care what lease clause Henderson signed, and I don't care how many billions Julian Vance had sitting in his bank accounts. Blue Restoration was mine. I spent the next two days working like a woman possessed, sanding, painting, and restoring old furniture in my shop, surrounded by sawdust and noise. It was my fortress, and I was going to hold down the fort until the last possible second.At the same time, I still had to show up at Julian’s sprawling penthouse to work on the antique desk. I was terrified of what else was hidden inside it—especially after finding my mother’s initials on that hidden silver pendant but I needed to keep my eyes on the prize.Luckily, Julian wasn't there. For Thursday and most of Friday, the giant glass apartment was dead quiet. I worked in peace, listening to the ocean waves crashing. I made sure to avoid Eleanor, avoided looking at the elevator every time it hummed, and kept my head down. I was grateful he was leaving me
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My hands shook as I stared at the tiny silver pendant sitting in that hidden slot. M.B. My mother’s initials.Before Julian or Eleanor could notice what had popped open, I slammed the drawer shut. The little click echoed in my ears, heavy and terrifying. I packed my tools so fast my knuckles bruised against the metal latches, muttered a fake apology about needing more supplies, and practically ran out of the penthouse.I spent the rest of the day in a complete fog, hiding in my workshop. I couldn't stop looking at the faded index card with my father's handwriting, then looking at my phone, waiting for nothing.~~~~~I was sitting at my messy desk, drinking lukewarm coffee and trying to focus on sanding an old chair, when the front door burst open. Mr. Henderson walked in. My cheap, greedy landlord was wearing a shiny suit that looked like it cost more than my entire inventory, and he had a sleazy grin spread across his face."Morning, Maya," he said, waving a thick white envelope in t
The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession Chapter 4: The first crack
My breath rattled in my throat as I stared down at the white index card in my palm. Don't trust him. The jagged lettering, the tight loops on the T’s—it was undeniably my father’s handwriting.My head spun back through the last few hours, searching frantically for how this card had gotten into my overalls. I had been wearing these exact clothes when I left my shop. Nobody had touched me on the drive over. But when I was setting up my tool bag at the desk, Julian had stepped uncomfortably close, his heavy presence overwhelming my senses as we bickered over my hours. Then, when I went to pack up, I had set my overalls' front strap down near the desk’s lower drawer frame to lift my heavy oil kit…My eyes widened. The index card hadn't been slipped into my pocket by a ghost. It had been taped with old masking tape to the underside of the desk's secret compartment, right next to the electronic seam—hidden there years ago. When my hand swept under the lower panel while inspecting the wood,
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Julian’s question hung in the quiet living room, smooth as glass and cold as ice.My fingers remained glued to the microscopic metal seam under the mahogany desk. My pulse hammered against my ribs, but I forced my face to stay completely blank. In my line of work, you learn to read wood like a book. Wood breathes, it ages, it warps. Metal doesn't. And 18th-century French artisans certainly didn't install seamless titanium alloys underneath hand-carved cherry and mahogany.I slowly pulled my hand back, wiping my dusted palm against the thigh of my overalls. "Just checking the grain density," I said smoothly, turning around to face him. I kept my voice even, giving him nothing to read. "Old pieces like this swell if they're kept near large glass windows. The humidity off the bay will ruin the finish if we don't move it into a controlled room."Julian didn't move an inch. His grey eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the subtle shift in my posture. He didn't ask about the wood density. He di
The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession Chapter 2: The glass fortress
The black luxury sedan glided through the city streets like a velvet shadow. I sat back against the leather seat, my heavy toolbox resting between my boots like an anchor. Through the dark tinted glass, I watched the familiar grit of the industrial district fade away, replaced by the towering skyscrapers of the financial quarter. Everything out there was gleaming glass, polished concrete, and money—unfathomable amounts of it.I checked my phone screen. The time was ticking, and my mind was still racing from the conversation with Eleanor. Double my annual income. It felt unreal, like a lifeline thrown to a drowning woman, but I wasn't naive enough to think billionaires handed out fortunes out of the goodness of their hearts. Julian Vance wanted something. I just needed to figure out what, do the job, take the cash, and get the hell back to my shop.The car descended into an underground garage beneath the city's most exclusive residential tower. The driver killed the engine, stepped out
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