The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée
“I know his type. Rich, powerful, broken. They think their trauma gives them a pass to treat everyone else like garbage. He was never going to love you Angel. You were a project. A pet. A pretty little butterfly he could keep in a gilded cage until he got bored.”
“Stop it,” I whispered, turning to look out the window. We weren’t heading towards Elena’s neighborhood. We were heading towards the river, towards the dark, industrial part of the city where warehouses loomed like sleeping giants. A cold knot of fear began to tighten in my stomach. “This isn’t the way to your apartment.”
“We’re taking a little detour,” she said, her voice losing its sugary coating, becoming flat and cold. “There’s
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