The Billionaire's Substitute Wife
Liquid blended with make-up fell from Bella's eyes, her fists clenching on the floors till Eve could make out her veins.
"Zoe Stark is not a mistake, my...apologies."
And Eve smiled, relaxing her shoulders as a wave of satisfaction passed through her chest.
She made to remove her feet when silence fell in the room, and a familiar deep voice resonated in her insides.
"What is going on here?"
Eve Wilson turned, her feet still planted in the back of the model, and made contact with golden irises she would recognise anywhere.
Eyes which beheld her face, and moved down to her long legs exposed in the dress with a high slit.