In Love With The Hot Billionaire. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Chapter OneThe lip gloss stain bloomed pink against Julien's white collar,a perfect imprint of lips that weren't mine. I wore nude shades. I always had. This was the kind of color worn by women who wanted to be noticed."Camille." My name sounded tired in his mouth as he loosened his tie. "You're hallucinating."The word landed like a stone in still water. Hallucinating? As if my eyes couldn't be trusted. As if the evidence of another woman's mouth on my husband's clothes was some trick of my fractured mind."I can see it right there," I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse hammered against my throat.Julien sighed, the sound of a man dealing with something tedious and beneath him. "You're imagining things again. It's probably from some client at the fundraiser,you know how those women are. They air-kiss and they grab onto you. It means nothing."I wanted to argue. I wanted to point out that air-kisses didn't leave stains, that professional distance existed for a reason. Bu

Chapter ThreeElodie arrived at noon with pastries and coffee, her nursing textbooks tucked under one arm like armor against the world."Only three more months," she said, settling onto the couch with the kind of easy confidence I envied. "Then I'll be working at Hôpital Saint-Duval. Can you imagine? The biggest private hospital in Paris. State-of-the-art facilities, the best surgeons in Europe, and it's owned by this absolutely gorgeous man—Adrien Duval. I've seen his photo in magazines. Total dreamboat."I tried to smile, to match her enthusiasm, but my face felt stiff. The foundation over my bruise had started to crack."That's wonderful, Elodie. You've worked so hard."She looked at me then, really looked, and her expression shifted. "Camille. What happened to your face?""Nothing. I just—I bumped into a cabinet door. Clumsy me.""Bullshit." She set down her coffee and moved closer, her fingers gentle as she tilted my chin toward the light. "That's not from a cabinet. That's from

Chapter Five Three hours.I counted each minute by the cars that left the valet stand, by the couples who emerged from the warm glow of the hotel into the stormy night. Three hours of standing in the freezing rain while my dress clung to me like a second skin, while my teeth chattered so violently I thought they might crack.My body had gone numb somewhere around the second hour. The cold had seeped so deep into my bones that I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, couldn't feel my feet in the designer heels that were probably ruined.Through the rain-streaked windows, I'd watched Julien play his part. The perfect gentleman, the charming billionaire, escorting each of those women to their cars with an umbrella and that devastating smile. The blonde first—he'd spent twenty minutes with her, leaning close to her car window, laughing at something she said. Then the brunette, his hand lingering on her waist as he helped her inside. The redhead had kissed his cheek before she left, a slow, de