The Billionaire Waitress
Her smirk faltered, her eyes flashing fear.
“Kayla, stop!” Justin shouted, pulling me back, his arms strong but gentle. The woman straightened, panting, her dress askew. “You’re pathetic,” she spat, but her voice shook. “I gave the media everything—your Catskills hideout, your hospital shifts. You’ll never escape me.”
“Why?” I demanded, my voice raw, my cheek stinging. Why us, why now? Memories of her leaks—“Kayla Reed exposed!”—cut deep, from the beach to now.
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