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Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 64
The morning light filtered through the heavy linen curtains of the guest house, casting long, pale rectangles across the hardwood floor. Waking up without the immediate, suffocating dread of heavy footsteps in the hallway felt entirely foreign. The mattress was impossibly soft, and the room remained completely silent except for the low hum of the central heating. Sitting up, my hands drifted to my stomach to feel the slight, firm curve beneath my shirt. The baby was still there, safe and quiet. Walking down the hallway, the cool hardwood pressed against my bare feet. The kitchen opened up into a bright, modern living space. Gideon stood at the marble island with a thick stack of legal documents while a lawyer sat across from him. The lawyer capped his pen and slid the initial retainer across the stone. Signing the heavy paper, the black ink dried into a permanent line. The name Adeline Bennett looked entirely different in this sunlit room. Folding the carbon copy, a deep breath f
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 63
The words "we will buy you new things" hung in the quiet office, settling over my shaking shoulders like a heavy, warm blanket. The sheer weight of his protection crashed through the last of my defenses, leaving me entirely exposed and desperately grateful. I looked up at his face, taking in the sharp angles of his jaw, the dark, unwavering focus in his eyes, and the slight part of his lips. The physical distance between us was practically nothing, the heat radiating from his chest warming the cold, tear-streaked skin of my face. A sudden, overwhelming urge to just feel something good, something that wasn't pain or fear, surged through my veins. I wanted to anchor myself to the only safe thing in my entire world. My hands lifted, my fingers curling into the lapels of his crisp cotton shirt, pulling him just a fraction closer. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up to press my lips to his, offering the only thing I felt I had left to give. His hand came up, moving with a speed that
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A ragged sob tore out of my chest, the sound loud and ugly in the quiet room. My hands flew up to cover my face, the thick layer of concealer smearing under my palms while the tears spilled over, hot and fast. “It was Shane,” the words finally tore out of my throat, rough and broken. The air in the room vanished. Gideon’s hands dropped to his sides, his fingers curling into tight fists while a muscle jumped violently in his jaw. He didn’t move toward me, didn’t raise his voice, just stood perfectly still while the truth settled over us. “He hits me,” I whispered, my shoulders shaking violently while I stared at the polished wood of the desk. “When I am late, when the money is gone, when he just wants to. He hits me, and I cannot stop it.” His breathing changed, the steady rhythm turning shallow and tight. I waited for him to ask questions, to demand proof, to tell me I was exaggerating. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there, absorbing the confession with a quiet, te
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The front door clicked shut, sealing out the cool night air while my hand lingered on the deadbolt. The metal was still cold from the outside, a sharp contrast to the warmth lingering in my chest. The coastal trip had finally arrived. Just hours ago, the salt breeze had tangled my hair while I stood on a cliffside overlooking the ocean, watching Gideon review the coastal property blueprints with the project manager. Harold had offered me a peppermint from his glovebox on the drive back, and Gideon had quietly insisted I take the larger portion of my lunch, his eyes soft and entirely focused on my comfort. He had even taken off his jacket to drape over my shoulders when the wind picked up, his touch brief but grounding. It had been a good day. A safe day. I had not told Shane I was with Gideon. I had simply texted that a site review was running late. The living room was pitch black, the only light spilling from the streetlamp outside. Shane sat in the armchair, a dark silhouette a
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"Three sick days in two weeks," Sarah announced, loud enough for the entire row to hear while she stirred sugar into her coffee. "Must be nice, having a boss who just lets you disappear whenever you feel a little tired."My fingers kept moving over the keyboard, typing the next row of vendor data while her words hung in the air. Nobody looked up, and nobody stopped typing, but the rhythm of the room shifted, making the back of my neck prickle."Everyone gets sick, Sarah," Lena said from two rows over, not looking up from her monitor."Not everyone gets a private driver to pick them up when they are sick," Sarah countered, taking a slow sip of her coffee while her eyes tracked me over the rim of the mug. "I saw the black car this morning. Very fancy, and very convenient."My typing didn't stop, the cursor blinking steadily at the end of the row while I finished the cell and moved to the next line. "The company changed my commute for safety reasons," I said, keeping my voice perfectly l
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My fingers dug through the tangle of spare pens and sticky notes in the bottom drawer, searching for the backup flash drive. Pushing aside the heavy ink cartridges, I reached for the hidden compartment at the back, only to find the space completely empty. The glossy photo paper was supposed to be buried right there beneath the black plastic. Panic spiked in my chest while my eyes darted across the messy desk, finding the ink cartridges sitting undisturbed where I had just moved them, leaving the missing sonogram exposed to the harsh fluorescent lights. It was a spare printout from my last ultrasound scan, the one I had barely managed to keep after Shane almost threw a massive fit when I walked through the door that day, even though I had told him earlier about the appointment and he just shrugged me off. I still remembered the way his jaw had clenched, the way he had paced the small living room while demanding to know why I got home late that night, right up until I handed him the p
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