Secret Baby Of The Ruthless Billionaire

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ying to remember where I was. The wedding room, I reminded myself, but something felt off. My body ached,

t, teasing, feminine. Bella? Lisa blinked hard. No, it can't be. Why would my sister be here... in my wedding room? I

ed through the thin walls, light and playful. My heart skipped. Why

blurred. Every step toward the door was a challenge, but I forced myself forward, clutching the bedpost

oice was firm, sharp even. "I've already

ught it might drown out the rest of the c

er. She'll be a laughing

nside me. For a moment, I stood there, leaning against the

cream or cry. I wanted to burst into the room, to confront them both, to demand answers, but I w

room that now felt like a cage. I dragged myself toward the elevator, my legs barely

body, I feared I might collapse before reaching it. No, not here. Not in fro

ody gave way. My knees buckled, and I reached out desperately, my fingertips brushing the

led mess, strands sticking to my tear-streaked face. My eyes felt raw and puffy from crying. The only part of her body ex

ing my face. My eyes were swollen, puffy from crying. I felt small, broken. The only part of me that wasn't hidden by my oversized sweater were my legs, str

ice cut through the silence, sending

elevator. He was wearing nothing but a bathrobe, slightly parted to reveal his broad, muscular chest. His dark, damp

ocating. There was something about him that radiated power and dominance,

ate. My breath caught in my throat. In one swift motion, he bent down and scooped me up as if I

held me tightly against his chest. I tried to twist away, but I was too weak, too drained t

king beneath the surface that I couldn't quite place. I couldn't breathe under his gaze. He didn't blink, didn't loo

uilding in the heart of the city. Each floor was reserved for a single unit, an entire space for one resident. I'd heard that

from the top floor? Th

ld feel the heat radiating from his body, even through the layers of his damp robe and my own thin clothing. My b

But the words stuck in my throat, refusing to come out. His eyes never left mine, daring me to say something, to e

o close now that I could feel his breath on my skin. My pulse quickened, a strange mix of panic and anticipation flo

rushed aga