Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart
“And yes, I have figured out the truth I want you to have first.”
That got her attention in no time, and she completely forgot to push him away. “Which is?”
He smiled, and watched as the cool breeze of the evening danced with her dark hair. He sighed.
“There are people who think they know me, and then there are some who think they have figured me out,” he looked into her eyes as if talking to them, as if only for her, he spoke. “But they all are wrong. The truth is that no one ever tried to know me. To understand what it felt like to grow up the way I did. To understand that every good thing comes with a price tag that one needs to pay.”