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Author: Yana doja
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Nathan’s voice was firm. “You sent those photos to Emma. You’ve been trying to scare her off. And I want to know why.”

Clara laughed softly, a sound that sent a chill down Emma’s spine. “Oh, Nathan, you always did have such a vivid imagination. But if you must know, I didn’t send anything. Why would I? You and I are ancient history.”

Emma stepped forward, her patience wearing thin. “Then who did? Because someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure I got those photos.”

Clara’s gaze locked onto Emma’s, and for a moment, there was something almost predatory in her expression. “Maybe you should ask yourself who else might have a reason to want you out of the picture,” she said smoothly. “Nathan has quite the… reputation, after all.”

Emma felt a flicker of doubt but quickly pushed it aside. “Nice try,” she said, her voice steady. “But we’re not here to play your mind games. We’re here to make it clear that this ends now.”

Clara’s smile faltered for just a moment before she recovered
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  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   30

    He turned to her, his gray eyes piercing. “I’ve spent my life trying to be nothing like him. To build something better. But sometimes…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as if he was fighting back emotions he rarely let surface. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m just repeating his mistakes.”Emma reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. “You’re not your father,” she said softly but firmly. “You’re kind, and thoughtful, and… you care about people. That’s not something he could ever understand.”Nathan stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin in a gesture so tender it made her heart ache. “You see me,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than anyone else ever has.”Emma’s breath hitched as she leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his. “I want to,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “But you have to let me in, Nathan. You can’t keep shutting me out.”Hi

  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   29

    Emma opened her eyes to the soft hum of New York City outside her penthouse window. The memory of Nathan’s kiss lingered on her forehead, but the warmth of it felt distant now, like a dream slipping through her fingers. She reached for her phone, half-expecting a message from him, but the screen remained blank. It had been days since their trip to the Adirondacks, and while Nathan had promised to be more present, his texts had grown sparse, his calls even rarer.She sighed, running a hand through her smooth brown hair as she sat up in bed. Her classes were demanding, but her mind kept drifting back to him—his piercing gray eyes, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, the unspoken tension that seemed to crackle between them whenever they were close. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.By mid-afternoon, Emma found herself pacing her living room, her polished blazer hanging neatly over the back of a chair. She glanced at the clock. Nathan hadn’t responded to

  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   28

    “Why me?” The question had been nagging at her since the beginning. “You could have anyone. Why did you choose me?”Nathan’s gaze softened, and he squeezed her hand. “Because you’re different. You’re real. You don’t play games or try to impress me. You’re just… you. And that’s rare.”Emma felt a lump form in her throat. She hadn’t expected such a heartfelt answer. “Thank you,” she whispered.He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “You don’t have to thank me for seeing what’s right in front of me.”Their faces were inches apart now, and Emma could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest as she searched his eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. But there was none—only a quiet intensity that made her pulse race.Just as she thought he might kiss her, Nathan pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a small smile. “We should probably get ready for the day,” he said, his tone light but his eyes still dark with unspoken desire.Emma nodd

  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   27

    Emma’s heart raced as she stepped into Nathan’s sleek black car the next morning. The city skyline blurred behind them as they drove north, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to her swirling thoughts. She glanced at him, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his gray eyes focused on the road. There was something about the way he carried himself—calm, assured, yet with an undercurrent of intensity that made her pulse quicken.“You’re quiet,” Nathan said, his voice low and smooth, breaking the silence. “Nervous?”She laughed softly, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “A little. I’ve never been to the Adirondacks before. What’s it like?”He glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “Peaceful. Quiet. Exactly what we need right now. No distractions, no Clara, no chaos. Just us.”Just us. The words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Emma felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. She wasn’t sure what to expect from

  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   26

    Nathan’s voice was firm. “You sent those photos to Emma. You’ve been trying to scare her off. And I want to know why.”Clara laughed softly, a sound that sent a chill down Emma’s spine. “Oh, Nathan, you always did have such a vivid imagination. But if you must know, I didn’t send anything. Why would I? You and I are ancient history.”Emma stepped forward, her patience wearing thin. “Then who did? Because someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure I got those photos.”Clara’s gaze locked onto Emma’s, and for a moment, there was something almost predatory in her expression. “Maybe you should ask yourself who else might have a reason to want you out of the picture,” she said smoothly. “Nathan has quite the… reputation, after all.”Emma felt a flicker of doubt but quickly pushed it aside. “Nice try,” she said, her voice steady. “But we’re not here to play your mind games. We’re here to make it clear that this ends now.”Clara’s smile faltered for just a moment before she recovered

  • The Billionaire's S*bmissive   25

    The next morning, Emma woke to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She groaned, reaching for it with one hand while the other rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The screen lit up with a text from Nathan: Good morning. I hope you slept well. She smiled faintly, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she debated how to respond. Before she could type anything, the doorbell rang, startling her.She threw on a robe and padded to the door, peering through the peephole. A deliveryman stood there, holding a small envelope. “Package for Emma Stone,” he called out.Emma opened the door cautiously, signing for the package before retreating back inside. The envelope was plain, with no return address. Her heart began to race as she tore it open, pulling out a stack of photographs. Her breath caught in her throat.The photos were of her and Nathan—walking in Central Park, sitting at a café, even one of them standing close together outside his apartment building. They had been taken wi

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