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Chapter 39

Author: Margaret Mark
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The Betrayal Kiss

Camille had never liked attending the high-society galas that Julian thrived in. The endless chatter of investors, the forced smiles of socialites, the glint of champagne glasses raised in hollow toasts—it all felt like a play where she didn’t belong. But tonight, Julian insisted she accompany him. “It’s important,” he had whispered as he fastened her diamond bracelet. “The Thorne deal is almost finalized, and we need to show unity.”

Unity. The word lingered in her mind long after Julian had disappeared into a circle of men in tailored suits. Camille drifted through the ballroom like a shadow, smiling when necessary, nodding politely, but her heart wasn’t in it. She only wanted air.

The balcony offered that reprieve. She stepped outside, letting the night wind tease her curls, the cool breeze brushing away the suffocating perfume of the ballroom. She leaned against the railing, eyes wandering across the skyline glittering with ambition. For a moment, she could breath
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  • The Crazy Billionaire’s Mistress   Chapter 39

    The Betrayal KissCamille had never liked attending the high-society galas that Julian thrived in. The endless chatter of investors, the forced smiles of socialites, the glint of champagne glasses raised in hollow toasts—it all felt like a play where she didn’t belong. But tonight, Julian insisted she accompany him. “It’s important,” he had whispered as he fastened her diamond bracelet. “The Thorne deal is almost finalized, and we need to show unity.”Unity. The word lingered in her mind long after Julian had disappeared into a circle of men in tailored suits. Camille drifted through the ballroom like a shadow, smiling when necessary, nodding politely, but her heart wasn’t in it. She only wanted air.The balcony offered that reprieve. She stepped outside, letting the night wind tease her curls, the cool breeze brushing away the suffocating perfume of the ballroom. She leaned against the railing, eyes wandering across the skyline glittering with ambition. For a moment, she could breath

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