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My billionaire driver

My billionaire driver

Author: Cassy writes
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Chapter 1 The price of one night

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: 29/06/2025

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a Westbrook's head and shatter

thundered across the marble-floored living room. "You w

didn't step bac

not what it

e was red with fury, veins pulsing at his temple

hair wild, body arched back in a drunken laugh, one heel in her hand, an

hyron

GHTER IN DRUNKEN

curled into fists. "It was just a

rm in human form. "You've embarrassed me in front of board members, potenti

you're a train wreck. A wild card. The spoiled br

d the TV. "I'm not your PR stunt! You don't get t

eyes at her. "That's

this moment on, your credit cards are suspended. Your phone

" she

rt directly to me. You won't so m

"You can't do tha

ou-" he scoffed bitterly. "You think you're untouchable b

ith heat. "You're tryin

"If I don't control you, you'll be the end

frozen, br

pt for the soft buzz of

g that polished, CEO calm. "Your drive

w, eyes stinging. "I h

"You'll thank me when you realize

th the sound of her own heartbeat-a

That Broke

ets tangled around her body, her ears

r than that...

n her mind lik

-

- 12 Hou

way through her smoky eye makeup. "Just one party. No Westbrook secur

her massive room, the night wind brushing her cu

h your reputation? Girl, your dad's obsession is w

for freedom-just one night without being shadowed, j

ly. "Fine. One party.

ned. "Quee

-

Warehouse Dis

ilding, strobe lights slicing through mist and sweat.

nst the concrete. Heads turned when she walked in. People always

d a drink from the bar. Just something fruity. S

ke no one was watching.

he

t teeth and too much cologne. He danced close, whis

ed to walk away, h

riana freaking Westbrook. Let's giv

shake him off

didn't

her face and kissed her, hard and mes

dened. She

ell is wron

ming. Whispers ran like w

hest heave

th

ian

iliar

, yanking her from the crowd like

e you-let go of m

. Black suit, earpiece.

er toward a sleek black car waiting on the curb. Anothe

racked. "Did my

rep

car, fuming. Fu

ide her, trapping her in

ison would begi

-

resent –

eyes. Not because she

ice for her. Taken something from her - her sp

e assigning her a g

ted her more - the kiss... o

her back, starin

door came exact

's butler called. "Y

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