All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Vivian Archwood was a beautiful woman. Long, light brown hair, large, expressive brown eyes, striking, angular features, and an air of regality that seemed to emanate from her, even through her photos. Growing up, Sabrina had desperately wanted to be like her mother. She vividly remembered stealing her mother’s makeup often and practicing the way she walked in heels as a teenager. As an adult, she even decided to study the same course her mother did—medicine—even though she didn’t need it as she would be inheriting her mother’s company. Her mother wasn’t like other mothers in their social circle, wealthy women who left their children in the care of nannies while they partied, went shopping, and attended extravagant events. No, Vivian was determined to raise her daughter herself, and she did raise Sabrina, mostly on her own since her husband and Sabrina’s father had never wanted anything to do with either of them. Vivian and Harrison weren’t a love match, but like a lot of marr

Sabrina didn’t even remember the drive back home. Her vision was completely blurred by tears, and sobs wracked her as she struggled to maneuver the car. She almost couldn’t believe it. She was tempted to turn back around, just to get another look at them, just to convince herself that it had all actually happened. Maybe she could even ask them if it was a joke—a sick little prank they’d pulled just to mess with her. Charlotte had always enjoyed pulling such odd practical jokes on her, even as children. But as she drove home, all she could see were their scornful faces gazing at her. The look of disgust. The look of malice. The hickeys on her friend’s neck, the scratches on her fiancé’s back. Sabrina choked on another sob, then swerved out of the way before she could crash into an oncoming car. Her mother had died in a “car crash” because her unfaithful husband wanted her gone, and now she—her daughter—almost crashed her car because she was sad after catching her unfaithful fiancé

Kyler wiped the tears from his eyes, gripping the lectern as he spoke into the microphone. “We’re not leaving a single stone unturned in the search for my fiancée. We’re organizing a three-day-long search party and a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reward for anyone who can find her. Any and all help is appreciated, thank you.” The cameras started clicking, and on cue, Kyler buried his face into the crook of his elbow, trembling slightly. Not to hide his sobs, but to hide the laugh that burst out of him at the performance he just pulled. Maybe he should quit the business world and go into acting. “Mr. Grayson!” a news reporter called out. “What do you have to say about the images surfacing online of your fiancée in bed with multiple men?” Kyler froze, then looked away from the reporters, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “I was as… shocked as you all are now. But I want to believe that Sabrina has an explanation for this, an explanation she will have to give when she is found.” Th

~ Days before. Sabrina was falling—endlessly falling. Air whipped at her clothes and past her ears, her lips parted in a noiseless scream as she twisted mid-air, tears streaming down her cheeks. She plummeted fast, but for her, time felt unbearably slow. There was nothing to grab onto, nothing to break her fall. She was going to die. At that thought, Sabrina gave up. She accepted this reality, her inevitable end. What other choice did she have? Her will to live had already been stripped away. Everything she’d ever cared about—her mother, her trust, her family’s legacy—was gone. Now her life would be taken, too. Sabrina thought of her mother and smiled weakly at the thought of seeing her again. Tears slid down her face, and just as she was about to let her body go limp and accept the jagged rocks below, she saw it—a branch jutting out from the side of the mountain. With one last burst of determination, she reached for it. Her scream tore through the air as her body slammed agains

Sabrina wasn’t sure how long she sat there crying, but eventually, her tears dried up, and the rain stopped, leaving behind only a pounding headache and the scent of damp earth. She knew she had to leave before her father actually followed through on his threat to call the police.She opened the envelope Reliana had given her and managed to salvage $900—enough to book a cab and find a cheap hotel room for a few nights. What would happen once the money ran out? Sabrina didn’t know, but that was a problem for future Sabrina.She rifled through her suitcase, relieved to find that Reliana hadn’t shredded the clothes before tossing them inside. She pulled out a simple T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some comfortable shoes.Slipping into a corner, she changed out of her ruined clothes and into the fresh ones, then gathered her tangled hair into a ponytail.Without sparing Archwood Mansion a final glance, she walked away. A dull ache throbbed in her chest, and the echoes of her father and step