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he asked, his tone edged with impatience. “About your phone,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze. “Forget about—” She interrupted him, her voice firmer this time. “I brought the money for the repair.” She slid a brown envelope across the table toward him. It was all her savings, plus what she’d borrowed from her uncle. Blake stared at the envelope with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, wondering if he hadn't made it clear enough that he didn't need the money anymore. Picking it up, he opened it and examined the contents: rumpled, old bills that smelled of paint.

"The contract we signed was one of mutual survival. He didn't kidnap me. He hid me. He spent his entire fortune to expose the men who killed my father’s business. He isn't a monster. He’s a hero who had to burn his own house down to save the woman he loves." The crowd erupted. The "Twisted Romance" had just become the "Story of the Century." Alexander stared at her, his jaw dropping. He saw the cold calculation in her eyes. She wasn't saving him because she loved him; she was saving him because she was colonizing his life. She was taking the "Billionaire" and turning him into her "Proxy." "Rule Nineteen," she whispered to him as the agents began to lead them both toward a black car.

“It’s adorable how naïve you are, darling, but you should know that Saint is dangerous. You’re not the first girl he has tried to save, and you won’t be the last that he ruins. Mark my words.” My throat goes dry, but I don’t give anything away. “If he is so dangerous, why do you want him back?” I see that my words hit a nerve as her lips twitch. "I am the only one who understands Saint. And he is mine. There is nothing wrong with wanting what's mine. And do you know why I am sure he will always come back to me? It's because Saint doesn't like girls with dark pasts, and I can see that you do from a mile away. You don't know the rules of this game, and it will bore him out."

I blurted out, pointing at him. Quickly, I lowered my accusing finger. My cheeks burned hot and red and I looked at my feet. Alistair chuckled. He was remarkably fit and healthy for a man that had been on his deathbed a few weeks before. "Yes, with a family of billionaires spread all over the world, it is hard to get them all together in one place," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I don't understand," I said, furrowing my brow. "Sometimes, the only way to get them all together is by creating a tragedy. From time to time, if I pretend to be deathly ill, I get them all in one place and can catch up with them," he said, laughing and tilting his head back.

She was no use to me anymore. I focused back on my plan. Millicent had everything while I was rotting in this terrible place. She managed to catch a billionaire and now lives like a queen of life. It was less than fair. And the worst part was that she always got unharmed out of any trouble. But not this time. Millicent will be utterly devastated when I have her son in my hand. And I will watch her falling apart. I smiled to myself.

“Your stay here is over. Most of your properties belong to us, so you aren’t allowed to take them away.” “Yes, Mom and Dad were already nice enough to let you take a few clothes along with you.” Felix interceded, how could he not see they were using him also? For those who could abandon a billionaire just because he went bankrupt. I closed my eyes in rage, opening it, “You know what, I wouldn’t stay with a dog family like yours, I’d rather stay with a stranger than be with you guys also.” “Marrying Dave isn’t so much a bad idea and I can fully support him.” I scoffed, Dave smiled lightly at me.

She'd been turning her plan over since the elevator ride down, the shape of it, the sequence, what needed to happen first. Getting close to Rosie again had happened faster than she'd anticipated, and in a more complicated way than she'd intended. The entanglement with Ethan was a variable she hadn't fully accounted for. But she had a legitimate reason to visit the Hartwell estate now. A medical reason. Clean, professional, impossible to object to. That was something. What mattered most, right now, was money. Real money. The kind that created options. Enough to take Rosie back on her own terms, enough to fund independent research into genetic disease treatment, enough to stop being one bad mo

Comfortable. Beautiful. But still a cage. He sighed and rolled onto his side. Eventually, exhaustion won, and Elliot finally drifted into sleep. Morning came far too quickly. Soft sunlight filtered through the massive windows, painting the room in warm gold. Elliot groaned as he buried his face into the pillow. Then he remembered where he was. His eyes snapped open. “Oh right,” he muttered. “The billionaire kidnapped me.” He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. For a moment, he considered simply leaving.

In that moment, I found that observation oddly amusing and comforting. Mr. Blackwell was relentless in attacking my husband, throwing punch after punch, evading every kick and jab. He fought like he was born to fight… like a professional wrestler, filled with so much lithe and grace, and in that moment, I could only thank God for bringing him to save my life. One particular blow completely knocked my husband out finally, and then the boss was by my side in a minute. “Mrs. Summers— Jen, easy, easy… you’re safe now. Come on stay with me, help will soon be on the way,” But I barely heard him. The darkness was calling out to me, and for now, it was my only saving grace.

My resolve hardens: she must leave. Stephanie's piercing gaze scrutinized me. "Why insist Emily leave when deep down, you yearn for her to stay? Her departure will rip apart a part of you, leaving an irreparable void." I brushed off her scrutiny. "Enough analysis, Stephanie. My decision is final. Her eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with desperation. "One last question: If Emily and I were in peril, who would you save first?" Before I could respond, David's desperate cries for help echoed upstairs, shattering the tension. We rushed to the balcony, hearts racing. David staggered into view, Emily limp in his arms, her face pale, unconscious.