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A Spitting Image
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2026-05-03 03:22:01
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The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife A Spitting Image
Arielle Could this be it? Could this be the only way to beat Darius? Through his mother. The last time at the office, he had tried to avoid her. I thought it meant fear. Weakness. Something I could use. Now…I wasn’t so sure. “There’s my son,” her voice rang through the house as she walked in like she owned every inch of it. Darius’s hand slipped away from mine instantly as if I’d burned him. I froze. She rushed forward and pulled him into a hug. I waited for tension or resistance. I waited for something. Turns out he was a mama’s boy. “Hey, mother,” he said calmly. Calmly. I stood by the stairs, watching. The staff had gone still again, like statues trained not to react. “Joel stopped me at the door,” she said, laughing lightly. “Imagine that. He wouldn’t let me in.”Darius chuckled along as he glanced at Joel behind her. Somehow, Joel understood him and walked outside. “How are you?” Darius asked. “I’m fine. And you?”“I’m living.”Darius chuckled again. Her eyes drif
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Arielle “You belong to me,” he said coldly. His words hit harder than they should’ve. My mind spiraled. I shut my eyes, trying to block out the coldness, the heat of his breath–Then suddenly, he stepped back. I blinked. Darius dropped to one knee and reached for my leg. Without a word, he slipped off my heels. My breath caught…Okay. I wiped my tears quickly, watching him. He looked up at me for a few seconds. I held his gaze, blank, unsure what this version of him meant. “You don’t have to pretend you care,” I said quietly. “It’s just the two of us.”No response. He simply took my ankle again and began to massage it. I winced. Then the pressure increased. Pain shot up my leg. What was he even doing?“Okay. That’s enough,” I pulled my leg away sharply. He looked at me strangely, then he smiled. My brows furrowed. “What are you smiling for?”“Nothing.”And just like that, he stood and walked out. I stared after him. That smile…wasn’t normal. I reached for my phone. Almost
The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife Tracked
Arielle Oh fuck. Shit. Damn. I blinked at the screen, disappointment sinking through me like cold water. “What home is he talking about?” Emris asked. I couldn’t answer. My mind was still trying to process the worst possible text arriving at the worst possible moment. “Darius,” he said again, slower this time. “As in Rothwell Darius?” My throat tightened. I should’ve taken my phone with me to the restroom. “The same guy, powerful enough to get his hands on your project? Your files? Your work?” My head snapped toward him. How did he know about that? “What do you mean?” His expression hardened. “I made my findings, and I heard he was always coming there.” Oh dear. I sat down slowly, as if the chair might collapse beneath me. “It’s not what you think,” I said weakly. “Things just got…messed up.” “What got messed up?” He asked. “What does he want from you exactly?” That was the same question I’d been asking myself for weeks. Darius could have anyone. Anyth
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Arielle Emris kept glancing into the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out which car had been tailing us. “Hold on,” he muttered. Without warning, he took a sharp turn and looped back into another lane. A second later, he spotted it. The same car Nathan had been driving. Emris let out a low breath. “I think it’s your boyfriend.” I turned sharply. “What?” He smirked. “Guess he doesn’t want to let you go.” I ignored the teasing and looked through the back window. Damn it. It really was Nathan. What was he thinking? Maybe he hadn’t believed me when I said I’d speak to Darius. Or maybe he’d already called Joel, and Joel had told him to follow me. “Can you lose him?” I asked. Emris glanced at me once. “You two fighting?” “Oh my God, stop with the boyfriend fantasy,” I snapped. “Just lose him.” He studied my face for a second, then nodded. “Okay.” Traffic was thick enough to help us. Cars poured through every lane, horns blaring, an
The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife Twenty Minutes To Escape
Arielle Since Darius had indirectly told me to shower, I decided I was wearing one of his shirts. Petty? Maybe. Deserved? Absolutely. I opened his closet, grabbed a crisp white shirt, and slipped it on. It hung loose over my body and stopped high on my thighs. Shorter than I expected. But good enough. I brushed my hair back with my fingers, took one look in the mirror, and headed upstairs. The third door on my right, as he said. I opened it and walked in. Joel was already seated with a file in front of him. He looked up and nearly choked. Darius…Well. He sat across from him. His expression was harder to read. Shock. Annoyance. Something else. I ignored both of them and pulled out a chair. The room looked like a private office, smaller than the downstairs spaces, quieter, arranged differently. Of course it was. I sat. Darius’s eyes stayed fixed on the shirt I was wearing. I lowered mine immediately. “Can we start?” I asked. Joel cleared his throat and reached for the
The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife Inside His World
Arielle And I promise, I wasn’t jealous. I just liked the dress. That’s all. Darius stepped out of the closet a few seconds later, his eyes fixed on me with that unreadable expression he wore when he was deciding whether to insult me or ignore me. “As you said,” he said calmly. “We need to set boundaries.” Then he walked out. “Shit,” I mumbled, rubbing my face in embarrassment. What a start to the morning. I wondered what the rest of the day would look like. Better than yesterday? Worse? At this point, both felt possible. I couldn’t go to class. I couldn’t meet with Emris. I couldn’t even call Tessa without wondering who might overhear. God, I wish she were here. This whole arrangement was suffocating already. And I absolutely could not stay trapped in this room. Darius had stepped out more than twice. I hadn’t. I opened the door and headed downstairs. Only then did I really take in the house. Yesterday had been chaos. Panic. Tears. Shock. No
The Billionaire’s Pretend Wife Joel And Tiffany
Arielle “Arielle, I can’t let you do this,” Tiffany said firmly. “You’re not accepting that son of a bitch’s deal just because he’s forcing you to.”Tessa clearly didn’t want me to either. She handed the letter back to me slowly. “I have no choice," I said quietly. Tiffany hesitated, still not c
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Arielle Darius's eyes stayed on me, unblinking, as if he was waiting for something to fall from my lips. The silence between us stretched, thick and heavy, broken by only the hum of the engine and the faint rush of the wind against the windows. I folded my hands in my lap, staring s
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Arielle “Who’s Emris?” He asked suddenly, eyes fixed on the road. I glanced at him. “What?” “I heard Tessa mention some guy named Emris,” he said, gripping the steering wheel. “Care to tell me who that is?” “No. Why?” “No?” “Let me worry about that.”
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Arielle Tiffany turned back and went silent. “It’s me,” I tapped my chest. “Arielle”. “Oh”. She uttered flatly. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Tiffany, I swear I’m ready to tell you anything you want to know. I’m never hiding anything from–“ “Let’s not talk about that here.” She
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