Renting Billionaire Boyfriend
When we arrived, Viktor was waiting, his gaze cold and commanding.
“I want you to meet your trainer, Rivel,” he said, motioning to a man standing nearby. My eyes widened when I saw him—Jace. He was dressed in a simple T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, but it was definitely him. I blinked, almost convinced my mind was playing tricks on me. But it wasn’t.
“Jace! You’re working for Reaper?” I snapped, disbelief and betrayal flooding my voice.
“Easy there, daughter,” Viktor said smoothly, his hand clamping down on my shoulder with a firm grip. I flinched but bit down the pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He smiled—a cold, warning smile.
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