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I sense I'm being overwhelmed, like I'm unable to breathe due to the burden of Alex's deceit. I simply desire for it to cease. I desire for the pain to cease. I desire for the fear to come to an end. I want to have my freedom. Vanessa experienced a cold sensation down her back while reading the final entry. What she was reading was too unbelievable for her to comprehend. Alex, the man who was once pleasant and affable, turned out to be a dreadful creature. Anger and hatred surged within her towards him, prompting her to take action to halt his behavior.

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

Chantelle's POV I tugged at the heavy neckpiece I wore, feeling its heavy weight suffocating me. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was at Father's event. He had set it up for me to get acquitted with the big people in the business of food processing; but I knew it was an excuse to know what his competitors were up to and for the women married to some of these billionaires, to show pictures of their new yacht or new luxury home. These men and women could boast of billions to their name.

I needed to buy time for him to prepare everything. "Yes. That is why Roseville town is good for business. You said it yourself. There's no lie about it." "I can see your hard work." "My hard work? Are you referring to the tour. You pay to get carried around Roseville but you're getting it free from me." I could swear I saw a smirk on his face which was fast replaced back to normal. "I'm honoured to have a beautiful woman accompany me around." I pointed my index finger at him by also squinting my eyes. "See, you're flirting with me again."

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

“The man who paid for the room was Mr. Lucian Draxen.” Selena gasped. I stared blankly. “Who?” The receptionist blinked at me. “You don’t know Lucian Draxen?” Before I could respond, Selena grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quickly, dragging me outside. I yanked free once we hit the street. “Selena! We still don’t know anything.” “We do.” She shoved my phone at me. “G****e him.” My hands shook as I typed. And then—his face. Everywhere. Magazine covers, headlines, glossy event photos. Lucian Draxen. Billionaire. New York’s elite. Suits that looked stitched from money itself. Surrounded by models, celebrities, power players.

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

Emma watched as her friend, Lady Clara, bid her goodbye at the front door of her lavish mansion. As she walked away, Emma couldn't help but feel envious of her friend's life. Clara had it all - a luxurious home, a handsome husband, and a life of wealth and privilege. But Emma couldn't help but wonder why Alexandro, the ruthless mafia billionaire, had chosen to marry Clara and not her. As she walked down the street, Emma's thoughts turned to Alexandro. She had always been drawn to the dark and mysterious, and Alexandro certainly fit the bill. She had met him several times at social events, and he had always intrigued her with his brooding demeanor and his piercing gaze.

He sat me down and brought out a box of fine jewelry, dropping it before me. The box was exquisite, adorned with intricate patterns and sparkling diamonds. I stared blatantly as Aiden opened the box, revealing a stunning silver necklace pendant. "Do you like it?" I was speechless.. "I spent 20 million dollars on it" he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He took the shiny silver necklace from the box and wore it on my neck, his fingers grazing my skin. "When I first saw it, I felt it should be yours," he whispered, slowly caressing my chest.

Just thinking about not being able to be close to them made my blood boil, and I couldn't accept it. I was in Dad's library that time, deep in thought while looking at the papers scattered on my desk, when my eyes landed on an envelope containing information from Kaye. I picked it up and opened it, and as I read the information, a forgotten memory suddenly flashed in my mind. I stood up from my seat and walked towards the bookshelf behind me, and to my surprise, it seemed like my hand had a mind of its own. I handed a book and instinctively pressed a button I saw inside. The bookshelf automatically moved, revealing a large vault with numbers flashing like a movie, indicating the password I n