The Billionaire’s Scandalous Contract
"You're too sensitive, El. Seriously. Sometimes it's like you need to pity yourself. Like if you're not the victim, you lose yourself.
The words didn't cut—slept. Poison through an opening. Elowen couldn't determine if she was injured, or just. tired. So extremely tired.
She said nothing. She knew. You don't debate with a person who already determined what you are.
Lunch had come. Five minutes by herself, then Reina burst in with a whirlwind of noise and scent, tray clutched in her hand, voice already underway. She talked like a torrent—cheerleading scandals, football fraternities, fashion atrocities. Elowen nodded, smiled quietly, asked nothing. Her position was listener, not joiner.
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