All Chapters of When Love Costs A Dime: My Billionaire Mistake. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bree.“Take off your clothes,” he whispered, low and dangerous.I froze, staring at him, wondering if my brain was playing tricks or if he had actually said that.“But you… uh… you said I can’t…” I stammered, my words trembling.His fingers pressed lightly on my lips. “Shhh… you want me, don’t you?” His voice was cunning, teasing, filled with that arrogance that made my knees weak.I blinked rapidly, trying to control the heat spreading through me. His hands didn’t stop...caressing my breast, rubbing my nipples slowly, making every nerve scream with anticipation.I’d never cared to cover up. My chest didn’t hide anything, standing proud and unapologetic. I had never been ashamed of it, never needed petticoats, never cared what anyone thought.“Fuck it!” I moaned, dragging him closer, letting the tension swallow me.And then...the doorknob twisted.I jerked back, fumbling my shirt over myself, heart hammering.“Hey, Amor.” Her voice cut through the thick haze of lust, calm, commanding.

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃 𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙍. (𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨). It was late at night.Bree should have been asleep hours ago, but her mind wouldn’t let her rest. She stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing thoughts when a loud, rough knock came at her door.Her heart skipped a beat.“Who’s there?” she whispered, her voice shaking.No answer.Just another loud knock, stronger this time, rattling the doorframe. Bree’s stomach tightened.She didn’t know who it could be. What if it was someone dangerous?She stayed frozen, clutching her blanket, listening to the sound that made her entire body tense.Her phone buzzed suddenly. She grabbed it with trembling hands. A message lit up the screen:#Hey Bree, it’s Marcus. Open up.#Her heart lurched. Relief and panic collided. She swung her legs off the bed, legs weak, and rushed to the door.She unlocked it and opened it quickly. Marcus pushed inside before she could react. His eyes were wide and desperate. His jacket was damp, his hair mes

Bree.I stood in the middle of the big apartment, feeling completely lost. The guards had left me here hours ago. Now the sun was setting, and the city lights were starting to shine through the huge windows.A soft knock came on the door. Two maids walked in. They both wore masks, just like everyone else in this place. One of them carried a beautiful red dress. The other held makeup and shoes.“Time to get ready,” the taller maid said quietly. “He will come soon.”They started dressing me without asking. I stood there like a doll. They took off my old clothes and slipped the red dress over my body.The dress was tight. It hugged my breasts and my waist, then flowed down to my thighs. It had a long slit on one side that showed my leg when I moved. They put black heels on my feet and did my makeup....dark eyes, red lips. They even brushed my hair until it looked soft and shiny.When they finished, they stepped back as i walked to the big mirror and looked at myself.I looked so sexy. T

Bree.Morning came slowly, like my body refused to accept it. I was still lying in bed with the letter, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened the night before.The silence in the room felt heavy, almost uncomfortable, like something was missing or… someone. A soft knock came from the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.Before I could answer, the door opened gently and the maid walked in, pushing a tray of breakfast. The smell of fresh bread and eggs filled the room, but I didn’t feel hungry. My mind was somewhere else entirely.She placed the tray carefully on the table beside me and turned with a polite smile. I watched her for a few seconds before finally speaking, my voice slightly rough from sleep and frustration.“Did he leave anything… any message before he left?” I asked, trying to sound calm, even though my chest felt tight.The maid paused for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. Then she shook her head slowly.“No, ma’am. He didn’t leave an

The Billionaire's POVThe hospital corridor was too bright, too clean, too quiet. My suit was still damp from the pool water, clinging uncomfortably to my skin.I had been the one who dove in without thinking, when Bree started sinking. I pulled her out, held her while she coughed and gasped, and drove her here myself.Yet the only thing that kept replaying in my mind was her weak, desperate whisper: “Marcus… please stay.”Marcus.That name sat like a stone in my chest. Why him? After the night we spent together, after I had been deep inside her, after I whispered promises while our bodies moved as one... she still called for her convict ex-boyfriend. The pain was sharp and unexpected. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. She was just the surrogate. A paid vessel for my heir. Jealousy had no place here. But hearing her beg another man to stay had twisted something ugly inside me.I paced the waiting area, mask firmly in place, hands clasped tightly behind my back. The doctor finally came