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The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 13
"You can go on ahead, Miss". The realtor said. "Right, thanks," I said and walked into the compound. The bungalow—well it looked like one—stood tall in all its white and gold glory.I know it's not a bungalow, I just can't prove it yet. I took in the house and the size of it's compound. Not bad, Mav. I giggled and took in a deep breath. Well, I better get started. The hint on the key said: 'I guard the path, tall and wide. With the right tooth, I open wide. Locked I stand, yet not for long. Find the right fit and move along.' First off, I have never done this before so how the hell am I supposed to decode this? I stare at the note again and read aloud. "I guard the path... guard the path. What could...oh! it's the door. I legit have the key in my hand." I facepalmed and began to look for the door. I mean this place has a lot of doors, how am I supposed to know the exact door? If I visit a house for the first time, I'll be directed to the front door, first. Okay. I walked bac
The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 12.
Two months had passed, and it's safely said that I have bought more flower vases than ever—more than I’d ever owned in my life—lined every available surface, filled with flowers Maverick had sent me. If someone told me that I'd be keeping flower that someone got me that—Maverick got me—I'd call them a liar but here I was . It wasn’t just flowers. Some of the gifts were extravagant pieces of jewelry I hadn’t yet dared to wear, carefully wrapped up boxes of dresses and shoes that took up half of my closet. And yes, I had begun to carve out special space for them, as unfortunately as it ma be.I didn’t want to admit it, but I had started looking forward to the deliveries. The packages, the notes, even the delicate smell of fresh blooms… it had become the highlight of my days. Each arrival brought a mix of relief—that even if I hadn't once reached out to him to appreciate him, he kept the gifts coming—and exhilaration, and the anticipation had grown into something I wasn’t entirely comfo
The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 11
The moment the office clock struck six, I closed my laptop with more force than necessary. My hands trembled slightly, and my chest felt tight—not from work, but from the memory of the blood-written note that had been left on my desk. I stared at it for a long, long moment, as if memorizing the strokes would somehow prepare me for what I was about to do.I grabbed my bag, my heels clicking sharply against the office floor as I made my way to the elevator. My stomach was in knots, twisting in anxiety I didn’t quite know how to manage.By the time I reached the lobby, I had to steady myself against the marble counter, taking a deep, shaky breath. I didn’t even bother glancing at the security guard. I just asked for directions to the police station and walked out, the cool evening air hitting me like a slap in the face.Some part of me wanted to bolt back into my office, hide in my studio, pretend this hadn’t happened. But the larger part, the part that refused to be weak, reminded me th
The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 10
I woke to the faint hum of the city seeping through my bedroom window, sunlight spilling across the polished floor and catching on the edge of my sketchpad. My eyes fluttered open, but I didn’t move. I lay there, letting the sounds filter in, hoping—foolishly—that I could pull myself together before my mind wandered.Toward the person I never wanted to think about.Maverick.His words from yesterday clung to me like smoke that refused to lift, whispering through the silence of my bedroom: "You always loved painting, even though you were horrible at it."My stomach twisted. Cameras. He had hidden cameras, and I hadn’t even noticed. Bro was getting stalker on me.And then… the most mortifying words I’d ever heard in my life: "The little moans you let out when you played with yourself… I heard them. Even when you moan my name, I heard all of it."Heat rushed to my cheeks even as I buried my face in the pillow. God, why did he have to say that? Why did my chest tighten, why did my pul
The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 9
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked out the window that morning and saw Maverick. He was standing there like he owned the street, leaning against his sleek black car with that infuriatingly calm expression. “Morning,” he said, voice annoyingly casual, as if showing up uninvited was completely normal. I didn’t answer. I climbed into my car, slammed the door, and started the engine. No reaction. No acknowledgment. I had work to do, and I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of replying. Sure enough, he followed. Not aggressively—just enough to remind me he existed. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus on the road. I could handle him. I just needed to ignore him. By lunch, I hadn’t eaten. My schedule didn’t allow it, and honestly, I didn’t have time to go anywhere. So my surprise was justified when I heard a knock on my office door. “Lunch?” Maverick’s calm, deep voice made me tense. I looked up, and there he was, holding a neatly packed meal in both hands. “I—don
The Billionaire's Good girl. Not. Chapter 8
I totally ignored him and walked away as if I didn’t hear him as I walked into the main hall that the gala was going on in. The gala lights shimmered like trapped stars as I slipped into the seat reserved for me, trying my best to forget about my encounter with Maverick. The emerald silk of my gown whispered over my legs as I settled, the room a blur of flashing cameras and glittering faces. My pulse didn’t rise; I was practiced at hiding, at letting the world see only what I allowed.A waiter appeared beside me, silent and precise. He laid a folded note on the table, eyes fixed straight ahead, and disappeared without a word.I tore it open."I know it’s you, Camilla, but I thought you were dead? Would you be so kind as to grant me an audience?"Maverick.A shiver ran down my spine, but I crushed it beneath the armor of Carla. I ripped the note into pieces, letting them fall into the champagne glass before me. I pressed the folds beneath the rim and waved a waiter over to take it away
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