Reborn: I want my billionaire back
The burns were faint but visible, etching a story of pain and survival.
Ezekiel reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it hovered near her face. “Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Who made you endure this?”
When she still didn’t respond, Ezekiel’s hand found its way to her cheek. The contact was electric, stirring something deep within both of them. For a moment, she didn’t pull away, allowing the warmth of his touch to seep through her defenses.
“Come back to me,” Ezekiel pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. “I don’t care what you’ve done or what you’ve become. None of it matters. Just come back.”
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