Beneath His Billion-Dollar Lies

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hat Changed

na's

this suite. Not in this be

down my spine. His touch is fire...burning away every doubt, every ounce of logic I had

my skin. "I want you," I bre

e only thing that can satisfy his hunger. I kiss him back with everything in me, p

, and he moves above me with slow intensity, groaning lo

llionaire and a waitress. A man with

s to meet his, aching, desperate. Every thrust pushes me higher, closer to a place where nothing

rough, low, possessive. "You feel like he

ust pleasure...it's release. From the pain. From t

reath slowing against my cheek. "You'll be gone when I w

er just anything, because tonight left me with s

eeks

lump against the cold tile of my tiny bathro

t stomach. "Hi," I said. "I gu

"trouble" with that teasing smirk, the way he made me feel l

thing. Because he does

and I'm just the girl who served him wine in a too-tight dress. A n

baby, I can't no

myself to my feet and make th

Months

rrors because I can't face how tired I look. My stomach's started to

en Leo, my best friend, the o

know what people like him do. They

every billboard, every social media feed...posing with models

cruel. Because one rainy evening, as I leave my late shif

he restaurant. Talkin

re anywhere. Broad shoulders. Perfect suit.

His gaze collides with mine, and everything ins

mething in me ache. "Carina," I say again, stunned. She

screaming for protection. I run because this world eats girls like me alive, and Dante

Days

t all billionaires like him? They have ways. He shows up outsid

looks... confused. Raw.

"Why did you run?" "Because I don't b

at night was a mistake." He fl

mach. Everything inside me stills. "I

." His voice drops, dang

lk away, but I know that

That

room, tears slipping down my

s, Or at least he suspects.

t let t

groan, shuffle to it, still in my nightshirt, my hair a m

Her lips curled into a smirk. "I told yo

into mine. "We're getting a paternity test. T