The Billionaire's Fugitive Wife

The morning light, sharp and cold, sliced through the blinds, painting harsh stripes across my face. It was April, a month that always felt like a cruel joke, promising warmth but delivering a biting chill.The clock on my nightstand, a relic from a time when I cared about punctuality, clanged out eight o’clock with an almost mocking insistence. Each metallic chime seemed to hammer into my skull, a jarring reminder of the exhaustion that pulsed through my bones, a weariness that went far deeper than the lack of sleep.I lay there, caught between the stark reality of the day and the lingering remnants of a dream, a dream that felt both vivid and utterly impossible.I burrowed deeper into the pillow, trying to will myself back into the dream, to escape the harsh reality of the day. But the world, it seems, had other plans. My phone, a insistent buzzing on the nightstand, tore me from the fragile embrace of sleep.I didn't move, didn't even shift my weight. But my hand, driven by a force

"Do you know those men?" Hoven asked, taking a swig from the ice box, his gaze lingering on the three men in black suits who stood by the edge of the set. "They've been here the whole time. At first, I thought they were part of the show, but it seems like they're here because of you."I ignored him, my gaze fixed on the men, a wave of unease washing over me as I remembered the events of the previous night.I shrugged. I didn't feel guilty about the slap. Gideon deserved it. But I couldn't understand why he had sent his men to escort and guard me at my workplace."What's with the long face, Miss Williams? You don't really like to work with me, do you?" Hoven muttered, his voice a touch too casual."Don't ask the obvious," I said, my voice flat."Woah, chill," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice."Always," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.He fell silent, sensing my aversion to idle chatter. I turned my gaze to the front, watching the crew prepare the set.This project,

"You are really here, my dear..." Leith muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement. He stared at me, his eyes wide, as if he'd just woken from a nightmare. "Are you really sure you want to sleep with me? I'm still a man," he added, a playful smirk playing on his lips.I ignored him, barging into his condominium, my mind set on escaping Gideon's watchful gaze.Leith knew I wasn't uncomfortable around men, but he was an exception. And this was better than staying at my place.Gideon was probably waiting for me there, his presence a constant threat."You could rent a hotel," Leith said, his voice a touch too casual. I heard him close the door and walk behind me. I let out a deep sigh, collapsing onto the sofa."Don't neglect me," I said, my voice a low growl. "You know what happens to you if I do the same." I kept my eyes closed, refusing to meet his gaze."I'm not neglecting you," he said, taking a seat beside me. "I'm just giving you a better option, my dear."Af