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Waiting for the Fire
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Night Waiting for the Fire
The color bled back into Annabelle’s cheeks as she steadied herself, the shock in her eyes hardening into something colder. She let out a sharp breath, tilting her head at Abigail with a mocking little smile.“You’re real bold waving Brian’s name around,” she drawled, her voice carrying enough bite to sting. “But tell me, sweetheart—do you even have the guts to make that call?”Abigail stiffened.Annabelle leaned forward, her voice dropping low, each word sliding like silk over steel. “What do you think would happen if Brian and Richard ended up face-to-face? Hmm? I’d simply say he was my ex. But you—” her eyes glittered with wicked amusement “—what story would you spin?”The smug curve of her lips widened as she closed the space between them, whispering just loud enough for Abigail to hear. “And tell me honestly… do you really believe I’d run away after one night out of shame? That doesn’t sound like me, does it?”Abigail’s throat bobbed. Her mask cracked. For once, doubt flickered i
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night Cracks in Her Armor
The guest room smelled faintly of antiseptic and roses. Abigail sat primly on the edge of the bed, lips pushed out in a pout while a young maid dabbed ointment across her scraped hand. She hissed and winced dramatically, milking every touch for sympathy.The door burst open.Britney stormed in, heels hammering the floor like gunfire. Her face was thunder. Without a word, her palm cracked across Abigail’s cheek. The slap echoed off the walls.Abigail gasped, clutching her face. “Britney—!”“You idiot!” Britney’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “Instead of driving Annabelle out, you hand her Richard’s sympathy on a silver platter? Are you completely brainless?”“I—” Abigail stammered, eyes darting to the maid who immediately ducked out, leaving them alone.Britney loomed over her, eyes blazing, nails biting into her own arms. “I told you to be careful, not to pick a fight like some jealous street brat. You made him protective of her. You tilted the scales in her favor!”Abigail’s l
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night Her Turn to Strike
Richard’s gaze stayed flinty, unreadable. It skimmed the room once, then snagged on the blood beading across Annabelle’s palm. His jaw ticked—only once.“To the guest room,” he told a nearby servant, chin nudging toward Abigail.Britney slid in front of the order, smile sugar-coated and sharp. “No need. Abigail belongs in your bedroom. She’s the future Mrs. Barton. The one who should be packing is—”“Stay out of my affairs,” Richard said, not raising his voice, just flattening hers. “Return to your hotel. We’re done.”Her smile cracked, desperation leaking through. “No, i am not going back. You know I’m the one who—”“Enough.” Richard’s eyes snapped to hers, cold and unyielding. “I won’t repeat myself." His tone was final, dangerous. "Either do as said or go back to LA ."Britney’s bravado faltered, color fled her face. She swallowed whatever she’d been about to add.Abigail, still clutching her hand dramatically, tried to step in. “Mr Barton, maybe she’s right. Why don’t you—”One sh
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night Beneath the Mask
Annabelle ended the call with a trembling hand, her phone slipping onto the dresser with a muted thud. Hazel’s words still rang in her head, each syllable a fresh sting. Richard’s name sat in her chest like a shard of glass she couldn’t pull free.The door swung open without so much as a knock. Annabelle’s frown deepened the instant she saw Abigail step in, all smug poise and silent claim over the air in the room. Bitterness welled up in her throat like bile.“Well, well…” Abigail drawled, lips curling into a predatory smile. “That was quite the performance downstairs. Richard looked so worried—honestly, it was almost cute.”Annabelle’s jaw tightened. “What do you want?”Abigail’s eyes glittered. “Oh, nothing…” she said airily, strolling into the room like she owned it. “Just thought you might need some sisterly comfort. Also, I’m here to give you your marching orders—pack up and move out.”Annabelle’s brows lifted in disbelief. “Order me?”“Of course,” Abigail said, feigning innocenc
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night The Poisoned Truth
The first spark of trouble had started with a single overheard name.A few days back, Britney had been lounging in her penthouse suite, lazily swirling a glass of wine as the city lights sprawled beneath her. The evening was quiet, indulgent—until her phone lit up with a message from one of her informants.Barton’s looking for a woman he had a one-night stand with.Britney’s lips curved into a slow, indulgent smile. “Interesting…” she murmured, already tasting the possibilities.Before she could set the phone down, another message appeared.The woman was one of the two from the Hamilton family.The smile froze on her face. Her grip on the glass tightened so hard her knuckles went pale. Hamilton. Her mind went instantly to the one name she couldn’t stomach. Annabelle.Her pulse spiked for half a second before she slammed the thought down, burying it under pure venom. “No,” she hissed to herself. “That woman is not getting anywhere near Richard. Over my dead body… and hers if I have to.
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night The Return of the Viper
A Few Days LaterAnnabelle sat on the edge of her bed, legs drawn up, the early morning light spilling across the polished floor in a pale wash. The Barton mansion felt quieter than usual—a strange, hollow quiet. Britney’s absence should have made it easier to breathe, but instead, it left an odd heaviness hanging in the air.Richard hadn’t been home in days.Marc had only sent a curt message: He’s tied up with something important. No details. No reassurance. Just the sort of vagueness that gnawed at her patience.She tried—God, she tried—not to think about him, but the harder she fought it, the more her thoughts strayed to the sound of his voice, the way it had shifted the other day, laced with that reluctant thread of concern. And the more she thought about him, the more it clashed with the frustration already boiling inside her over Alan.Her son. Her baby. The only reason she’d even risked going near the hospital in the first place.Hazel had called that morning, her voice tight.
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