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2026-03-30 15:00:22
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The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late Scaredy-cat
The morning sun had barely begun to filter when the phone on my bedside table vibrated, cutting through the silence.It was Grandpa.His voice was gruff but carried a warmth. He gave me an address. There was something in his tone that suggested no room for argument.I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and pulled my planner onto my lap. I checked my schedule for the Ashford Art Gallery. One of the many miracles of my new residency was the freedom they had granted me. They were incredibly considerate, allowing me to choose my own hours. It was a luxury of autonomy I wasn't used to, and it made it easy to say yes to Grandpa.But as I stared at the address, a knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. What was the Old Master planning? A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts."Madam, this is the Old Master’s butler, Hui. Can you receive a parcel, please?"I wrapped a robe around myself and opened the door. Uncle Hui stood there. He bowed with a precision that was both res
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late Blind to Truth
Rossy lowered August onto the edge of the king-sized bed. She knelt before him, her movements humble as she unlaced his shoes and set them aside. August leaned back. The alcohol was blurring the edges of the room. He opened his eyes."You can go now," he rasped.Rossy didn't move. Instead, she rose slowly, her eyes locked on his. She stepped closer, her hands reaching for the top button of his dress shirt. She worked the small knot free, her hands brushing against the heated skin of his chest.August’s hand shot out. He clamped around her wrist. "Stop it."Rossy jolted, her breath hitching in a way that sounded terrified. She looked up at him with wide, watery eyes, the picture of a girl who had simply been carried away by her own admiration."I... I am so sorry, Mr. Harrington," she whispered, her lip trembling. "I just happened to lose my senses. Being so close to you... I forgot my place."Internally, she smirked. She knew the power of a well-timed apology. It always worke
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late A New Shadow?
"Madam, you're back!" Mrs. Gable greeted me with a bright, genuine smile. She was busy setting the table. "You look... different today, Madam. There’s a glow about you."I offered her a small, tired smile. "It was a good day, Mrs. Gable." I glanced toward the grand staircase, my heart doing a nervous little flutter. "August... has he come back yet?""Not yet, Madam," she said, smoothing down the tablecloth. "He hasn't called. But please, freshen up. Dinner is almost ready, and I’ve made that herb-crusted lamb you like.""I'll wait for him," I said, already turning toward the stairs. "You and the rest of the staff should have your dinner. Don't feel like you need to wait on me tonight."I didn't wait for her protest. I hurried up to my room. As soon as I stepped inside and the lock clicked into place, the composure I’d maintained at the gallery shattered into pure joy.I jumped onto the bed, burying my face in the pillows to muffled a squeal of delight. I rolled onto my back and
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late Am I Dreaming?
The glass doors of the Ashford Art Gallery slid open with a whisper."Welcome, Miss. Please, have a seat. We’ve been expecting you."An executive in a charcoal suit approached me, his smile warm and genuine. Not the rehearsed, icy politeness I was used to from August’s staff.He gestured toward a chair, and I sank into it, clutching my portfolio to my chest."Thank you," I murmured, clearing my throat. My voice felt rusty from days of silence. "Uhm! I received an email... it said I was invited to join the gallery as an Artist-in-Residence. I came as soon as I could to do the paperwork. I didn't want to lose the opportunity."I hurriedly opened my file, sliding a stack of sketches and high-resolution prints across the table. "I have my samples here, and my certifications, although some are from a few years ago..."The executive didn't even look at the papers. He simply pushed them back toward me with a gentle, reassuring hand. "We know all about your skills, Ms. Willow. We don't
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late A New Shadow
The silence in the penthouse suite was suffocating after the door slammed shut behind Rossy. August's skin still humming with the electrical shock of his own betrayal. Spring. He had shouted her name. He had reached for the memory of a dead woman and grasped the image of a living one instead. To August, it felt like a desecration. He needed to bury that slip of the tongue. He needed to prove to his own treacherous heart that Spring was nothing more than a biological necessity—a fluke of chemistry that could be replicated by anyone with the right features. He turned away from the window. “Fanel.” The door opened instantly. Fanel had been waiting in the hallway. He stepped in, his expression professional, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern at the state of his boss. “Yes, President?” “That woman,” August said, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low tone that usually signaled a corporate takeover. “What was her name?” Fanel hesitated for a heartbeat, c
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late Spring, You...
I stood just outside August’s door, my chest heaving, my wrists still humming with a dull, throbbing heat where his tie had bound them.The turmoil inside me was a wildfire. I was a mess of contradictions. My pride demanded I flee to the furthest corner of the estate, but my body was still caught in the gravitational pull of what he’d started. How could he? How could he bring me to the very edge of a precipice, leave me shivering and aching, and then simply walk away to work?I reached out, my fingers trembling as they neared the handle. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to demand he finish the destruction he’d begun. But then, a sound drifted through the sliver of the ajar door that turned my blood to slush.“Ahh... fuck... mmm...”The voice was low, guttural, and stripped of every ounce of Harrington's cold composure. It was the sound of a man in the throes of a desperate, frantic release.I stopped, my heart plummeting into my stomach. The realization hit me: he would rathe
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