One Star Review For My Billionaire Husband

hloe said, flashing the dazzling smile of a loving stepsister for the benefit of the nearby cameras. She pushed a flute

ant it, but in the suffocating heat of the Waldorf Ast

ne was too sweet, cloying. A stra

predatory gleam in her

s. It was a fire starting deep in her belly, licking its way up her spine. The chandeliers ab

She knew this heat.

"You don't look so good, sister," she whispered, her breath hot agai

enching certainty, that reporters were waiting. The drug was a wildfire now, scorching her vein

d, the word teari

ster hard. Chloe stumbled back, her perfect smile replace

e

, her borrowed gown tangling around her legs. Her body was screaming fo

l her strength. It crashed over with a clatter of metal and shattering porcela

Presidential Suite. It was a dark maw, a potential trap, bu

the heavy wood and stumbl

or-to-ceiling windows. A man stood before them, a tall, imposing silhouette against the skyl

ion. Even in the dim light, she coul

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to keep people out, a necessity dictated by a rare psychological condition that

that. The drug had obliterated reason. Her body was an inferno. She saw the man,

m, a sob of pain and

his finger hovering over the button to summon s

e touch

clamped onto his forear

l. There was only the searing heat of her body and the strange, al

fro

driftwood, muttering curses under her breath. Her bod

stepped out from an adjoin

him with a sing

world wasn't ending. A strange, possessive curiosity, cold and sharp, pierc

to ha

ight. Against his chest, she went suddenly still, a shudder running through her before

g stripes across the walls. What followed was a blur of

ce. She groaned, her head pounding with a vicious rhythm. The memories came back in

ness between her thighs, she glared bitterly at the man sleeping soundly beside her, his back turned to her. Even with his dark, disheveled hair and the sharp, aristocratic line of his jaw

was just a tool in Chloe's sick game. A hi

clean, burned

floor. She found her purse, her fingers fumbling inside until they closed

nap. It felt like an absolute ripoff given how painful the experience

sp, white cocktail napkin. Perfect. She grabbed her eyebro

. Consider this an overly generous pay

est, she slipped out of the room like a thief, leaving the s

erfume. A strange sense of satisfaction settled in his chest, a feeli

ee her. The other side of the

he sa

on his nightstand, and right next

picked up the napkin and unfolded

y replaced by a mask of ice. The air in the ro

low, controlled growl that promised retrib

He took one look at his boss's thunderous expression and felt a chill

oman who broke in here last night. I want her name, her

t the small

ovan's voice stopped him,

Eth

ir

reconsidered. I'll agree to the marr

composure finally cracking. The Long marriage? The one he'd been fighting for y

e window, his hands clench

iliated hi

just made the biggest mistake of