The Billionaires Game

Shane's POVI remembered her name. Lucy. She had told me at the party and it stuck. That was the only reasonable thing I did other than standing like an idiot while her picture was being taken.My phone buzzed from somewhere in the room. I didn’t move. My brain felt like it was wading through fog laced with static.What the hell happened last night? Did I force her? Had I done the worst?I shut the door and leaned against it, then started to rub my face hard enough for it to hurt. I could still taste the wine. It was bitter and off, like it had been laced with something metallic. I remembered drinking it with her at the bar. I remembered laughing.And then…Nothing.Not how we got here. Not if anything happened. Just her in my bed, and this dull throb in my skull that hadn’t let go since sunrise.The buzz came again. This time from the table. My phone lit up with messages. Dozens of them.I opened the first notification:TMZ: “Unknown Woman Leaves Shane Wilson’s Suite in Last Night’s

Lucy's POVShe slammed the ring box shut.“You're crazy!” Lucy snarled, leaping up from the sofa as if it scorched her. “So some shiny rock gives you the right to fix my life?”“I think it gives you a way out,” I said evenly, watching her pace like a cornered animal.Her hands shook. “You want me to smile for the cameras and play your pretty little fiancée, just so you can come out squeaky clean?”“No,” I said, rising slowly. “I want you to stop being ripped apart by strangers who don’t know you. And I want the people who set this up to know they didn’t win.”She whirled on me. “By what—marrying me on paper and parading me like a brand asset?”I stepped closer. “Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.”“You mean your story.”“I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.”She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That

Lucy's Pov I stared up at him, resisting the urge to rearrange that smug face of his. He walked into my life in some strange way. Now he thought he could control it? “I'm not marrying you. I'm not getting married to anyone,” I yelled, forcing the words through my teeth but he simply shrugged down a cup of water. He leaned down until we were eye level. So close that I could feel his breath on my face and I took a step back. The sides of his lips curled up, igniting a spark of fear inside. "That's not what the papers say Lucy," his voice came out dark, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My temper grew but I only watched him unable to do anything. "I want a divorce," I muttered without thinking. Shane stared at me for a second. Like he just noticed something odd and then a loud chuckle filled the room making the knot in my stomach tighten. "You should know that getting a divorce isn't easy," I fought the urge to groan. It made no sense. Why would he do this? Why would he want a

Lucy's Pov My whole body went stiff and I racked my brain trying to recall all the self defense videos I had binged on — after a guy chased me home. Was it the neck or the arm I'm supposed to twist? I gripped his arm and my courage shriveled as nothing worked. Whoever was behind me let out a chuckle. My back slammed against the wall and I was met with a pair of black eyes. Not brown, fucking black. A wave of fear washed over me as I took him in, not moving a muscle. He pulled away and I took in a closer view of his face. They were hardly there but I could place similarities. Similarities to Shane. "So this is the lady who's been the cause of so much trouble," He muttered in a low tone. He had a light British accent and I might have not caught onto it if he wasn't standing so close. "I'm sorry but I have no idea what you mean. I mainly came to make a donation for the homeless kids," I replied with a grin so warm it could melt an ice berg. The strangers lips curled up to a smirk an

Lucy's Pov I gasped as Diamen went crashing to the floor. Naomi let out a scream and she tried to help him up. Shane clenched his fist and just as he was about to advance for them I grabbed his arm. He turned to me, his blue eyes dark with rage. "Stop it, you're making a scene," I whispered, glancing at the patrons. They gawked at us whispering and I could recognise some from the gala. Shane let out a deep breath before turning to Dwayne. "That's for stirring up false news about my fiance" he muttered and my eyes widened as soon as the whispers grew. Dwayne let out a low chuckle rising to his feet. The area just below his eyes had taken an ugly purple color. "You have no proof that I did something like that," Dwanye muttered, dusting his custom made suit. Despite the fact that he had just been publicly humiliated he still carried himself with immense pride. Shane took out a paper from under his suit, throwing it to the table. Naomi glanced at him and slowly she took a seat grab