The Billionaire's Love
She tugged her knees under her chin and hugged herself tight.
“Sam Harrington,” she whispered. “Lilly’s father. A billionaire elite. With a wife and child.” She sighed. “You’re sick, Chan,” she said to herself. “Very sick in the head.”
Yes, she’d better stop herself from getting any more involved—both emotionally and physically—with Mr. Sam Harrington, the billionaire elite. She had to do it pronto if she wanted to be sane, if she didn’t want to hurt herself, if she didn’t want to destroy someone else’s marriage, someone else’s family.