The Billionaire Waitress
I asked, my voice tight, my hands shaking.
“Likely,” Marcus said, his voice gruff as gravel. “Her Xiamond account’s gone dark, but we traced a burner phone to a Brooklyn loft. She’s holed up there, running her empire.” I saw it: Elise’s loft, maps pinned to cracked walls, hacked feeds flickering, her 2023 whisper echoing: “Let’s burn it all down.” I’d loved her then, briefly, her brilliance a flame I couldn’t hold. Kayla’s spark at The Gilded Spoon had changed everything, but Elise’s rage had festered. “Find her,” I said, my fists clenching, stitches pulling. “She took our baby.”
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