A Night With The Drugged Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Eva woke up to her body feeling like it got dropped from a hundred-story building and then got run over by a truck.  The storm had passed.  The room was bathed in an artificial glow. The electricity had come back on sometime during the night, and the soft hum of the old refrigerator was now unmistakable. The harsh overhead light from the bathroom spilled into the room, far too bright to sleep through. She blinked against it. Her heart was still heavy from the tangled mix of satisfaction and guilt that lay in her chest. Dragging herself out of bed, she padded quietly to the bathroom, where her clothes and belongings were. Her phone, finally reconnected to service, lit up with a slew of missed calls and messages. The moment she saw Daniel's name, her stomach twisted. Eleven missed calls.

FIVE YEARS LATERDorian Rhodes paced back and forth in his office, trying to see the vision the interior designer was trying to show him, but it wasn't happening."Mr. Rhodes, I'm telling you, these tiles will look spectacular in the ballroom," the woman said enthusiastically as she showed him the picture of the tiles. "And don't get me started on these colour palettes for the walls," she added."I'm not feeling it," Dorian began. "This isn't what I envisioned for this location. Sorry for wasting your time, but you can leave," he dismissed. This was the fifth interior designer he had turned down this week."No need to be sorry, sir, just don't make any hasty decisions," she tried to convince him."My decision is final. I'll pay you for the time you've spent here. Goodbye," Dorian said in a stiff tone."Thank you for considering me," the blonde-haired woman said as she began packing up her things."Sir, you're not going to get anyone if you don't have an open mind," Chelsea, his secret

Eva rolled her neck slowly, trying to ease the tension that had taken residence in her shoulders. Her body ached from another long night of working late, but she pressed on. Her ankles hurt as her heels slid across the polished floor as she made her way to her office. It had been two weeks since she returned to New York, and although this city was home, slipping back into its chaos was anything but smooth.Between catching up with old contacts, establishing her brand's presence, and running her design firm, Evalux, every day had felt like sprinting uphill. Yet none of that compared to the emotional weight she carried, one that hadn't faded in five years.That night still haunted her. The way Daniel humiliated her in front of everyone, the way her reputation crumbled like stale bread under his cruelty. She had lost everything. Her marriage, her dignity, and her confidence in a single, ruthless evening.And yet, in her lowest moment, when she could barely recognize the woman in the mir

Dorian never believed in fate, until she bumped into him. The music was low, pulsing in sync with the neon lights that painted the corners of the bar in deep shades of violet and scarlet. He barely caught a glimpse of her before her body pressed into his. A soft, startled gasp left her lips, her hand flat against his chest to steady herself. He inhaled sharply. Vanilla. Cashmere. Time folded in on itself. That scent had haunted his memory for years. A stolen night lit by the haze of moonlight and liquor, a motel room in a small town neither of them belonged to, a woman who called herself Holly and touched him like she meant it. She'd saved him that night, literally pulled him out of a fog after he'd been drugged and robbed. She had vanished by morning, leaving behind only her scent in the sheets, a fake name and money and a note. He'd looked for her. Tried every lead, every memory, even dug into the motel surveillance footage, but most of them didn’t work, so he thought she was g

Eva couldn't stop thinking about Flint. She couldn't believe that after such an amazing night, he didn't even remember her. Even though it was many years ago, she'd hoped that he would at least recognize her.She knew in her heart that one day they would come face to face again and that she would have to face reality, a reality that had been haunting her for five years, one that she had to be in the right state of mind to face. But for now, she wasn't ready."Are we going for ice cream after school?" the little voice asked from the back seat of the car."I don't think so, Elijah. I have a lot of stuff to do today," Eva answered as she looked at her son through the rearview mirror.Even though he spoke, his eyes were glued to the screen of his tablet."Then, can we get ice cream now?" He looked up from his tablet."Before school?" she questioned curiously. "You know that's a no-no," she finished.She saw the look on his face and knew that he was sad."But tell you what," Eva began, try