THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
He smiled for the first time.
“A mother’s heart,” he whispered. “Stronger than any Reaper’s scythe.”
He didn’t drag her into darkness. He pushed her free.
“The debt is moved,” he said.
He turned to mist, a cloud of white butterflies. The tumor vanished. Out on the beach, black thorns melted into soft, green grass. The Black Sun on the horizon faded away, replaced by morning.
June crashed back, gasping for breath. The marble on her chest held fast—it stayed there, a white coat of armor.