The Billionaire Waitress
Kayla’s nurse strength, her heart, had carried us through scandals, but I’d pushed her to this edge.
The storm raged outside, wind howling through the pines, but inside, Kayla’s eyes softened. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered. “But I don’t want to lose you.” Her words were a spark, hope amidst the tempest.
My phone buzzed, ignored—an X post: Justin Drake Hunts Kayla Reed in Catskills Storm! A drone photo, my SUV in the mud. Comments surged: “Drake’s desperate chase!” and “Kayla’s hiding, smart move!” The media was relentless, but I didn’t care. I held Kayla, her warmth my anchor, the storm outside no match for my need to bring her back.
Bab Populer