The Billionaire's Blind Devotion

found him battered and broken in an alley, a lonely art student extending an impuls

spun a story of childhood bravery, of saving a boy, clinching it with a che

barrier to the world, turned on me, accusing. Chloe, his sup

iberately shattered to cripple my future, all dismissed as "an unfortunate incident." My own father and brother, swayed by Chloe's manipulative pleas, turned their backs, echoing accusations of my "jea

. How could the man I saved-the man who claimed to protect-become my ruthless tormentor? Was his devotion to Chl

t a high-society gala, facing their public condemnation, I finally hit back. I raised my cane. Not at Chloe, but at my own mending leg, delibe