The Secret Billionaire Holds My Heart
She needed a plausible narrative, any story that could divert his relentless inquiry, to plug the gaping holes that had just appeared in her hurried fabrication.
She had to invent something, and she had to do it fast, before his gaze dissected her completely. The first, most convenient name that presented itself, the shadow that still loomed largest over the wreckage of her life, was the only one that made any logical sense to offer.
"Sebastian," she blurted out, the name feeling bitter and foreign on her tongue, an oath she never thought she’d utter again in connection with anything sacred.
The lie tasted like ash, like poison, but she forced herself to articulate it, to construct a believa