The Billionaire's Good girl. Not.
Abu Dhabi gleamed ahead — glass towers shimmering under the desert sun, as though the city itself was daring me to try again.
And for the first time in years, I didn’t flinch.
The hotel was a palace disguised as modern luxury — marble floors polished to glass, chandeliers raining down light, staff bowing as if each guest were royalty. My suite overlooked the skyline, molten gold against the horizon.
The emerald gown I’d chosen lay draped across the bed like a present to be unwrapped. I stood at the window, tracing the city’s lines with my eyes, and whispered to my reflection: