The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption
I’m already grabbing my keys.
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The drive feels like a blur. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly I hear the leather creak. I still can’t believe that she was almost taken
The thought keeps replaying like a sick mantra so much that it makes my stomach twist. She must’ve been terrified. She didn’t say it, but now, driving alone with my thoughts, I see it, hear it, and feel it. The tightness in her voice, the way she held her breath between sentences.