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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
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late 18+
The days that followed were a masterclass in psychological warfare. In the Harrington manor, the silence pressed against my lungs until every breath felt like a labor. I had so many unanswered question bubbling up my mind. August had become a shadow who lived in a different dimension. He started his avoiding game again. I spent my mornings at the piano, the notes turning from classical sonatas into mourning cries. When my fingers bled, I turned to the kitchen.I poured my desperation into the food. I cooked dishes that required hours of focus. From making delicate soufflés, hand-rolled pasta, rich reductions to infusing them with the silent words I wasn't allowed to speak. I would ask Rucku or Mrs. Gable to serve August.And every night, the result was the same.I would hear the scrape of his chair, the briefest pause as he looked at the plate, and then the thud of the plate hitting the bottom of the trash can. He didn't even taste it. He threw away my effort, my peace offering
The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late Two Minutes
In the high-end lounge: August’s phone buzzed on the tabletop, with a sharp, intrusive sound. He watched the screen glow, illuminating the text message that sealed the fate of a dream he had decided she didn't deserve to have.Done. Vanguard has rescinded the offer.---Spring's room:I heard the heavy thud of the front door long before I saw him. I ran to the top of the stairs, I had spent the last few hours trying to make sense of the phone call from Vanguard. I wanted to tell him. "You came back late," I said as he stepped. I tried to keep my voice light, trying to hide the raw, bleeding edges of my pain. "Were you in business meetings?"I was hoping for a sign. August didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He tossed his jacket onto the banister and shot me a look so dangerous, so laced with a sharp, icy venom, that I physically recoiled."Are you querying me now, Spring?" his voice was a predatory growl. "Are we at the stage where I have to clock in with you?""No," I
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