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The email read: "Congratulations, Lisa. Saw the news online."

Brief, yet laced with undertones. I quickly picked up my phone, dialling Sophie's number, my heart racing with anticipation. The phone rang several times, each passing moment amplifying my anxiety.

Sophie finally picked up, her voice neutral.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sophie," I replied, trying to sound calm.

"Lisa." Her tone was polite, but a hint of reserve lingered.

"I wanted to talk to you..," I said, hesitating.

"I saw the news," Sophie said, her voice measured.

"Can we meet at the coffee shop on 5th Street?" I asked.

Pause.

"Okay."

"4 PM today?" I pressed.

"Okay," Sophie repeated.

I sensed a subtle tension beneath her calm demeanour.

"Thanks, Sophie. I appreciate it."

"See you then."

The line went dead.

I stood there, phone still pressed to my ear..

I arrived at the coffee shop early, nervously fidgeting with my cup. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but my stomach was too knotted to appreciate it.

At 4 PM sharp, Sophie walked in, her elegant stride commanding attention. Her expression was serene, but her eyes hinted at underlying tension.

"Sophie," I said, standing up.

"Lisa," she replied, her smile polite.

We ordered our drinks and settled into a quiet corner.

Sophie's gaze pierced mine. "So, tell me what is it you want to talk about?"

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "I wanted to explain...about Damian and me."

Sophie's expression remained neutral, but her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I figured as much," she said, her voice measured.

I fidgeted with my cup, unsure how to begin.

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "I didn't want to marry him, Sophie. But family circumstances...and I'll find ways to end things with him."

Sophie's expression shifted, her eyes flashing with pain and anger.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she spat, her voice trembling. "Instead, you went behind my back and married the man who destroyed my life, Lisa."

Her words cut through me like a knife.

"This isn't how much you care, is it?" Sophie's voice rose, her face reddening. "I'm sorry? You're sorry? Oh, come on! You could have rejected it, declined or something."

I reached out, but Sophie jerked away.

"I knew you had eyes for him," she accused, her voice dripping with venom.

"Stop it, Sophie!" I protested. "Why would you think of me that way? I care about you a lot, and I would never do anything to hurt you."

But Sophie's anger had reached a boiling point.

"You did," she hissed, her eyes blazing. "You f**king did. Betrayal."

With that, she stormed out of the coffee shop, leaving me stunned and reeling.

The door swung shut behind her, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

I slumped back in my chair, defeated.

The coffee shop's warmth and bustle seemed to fade away, leaving only the chill of Sophie's anger.

I sat there, stunned, as the coffee shop's chatter and clinking cups faded into the background. Sophie's words echoed in my mind: "Betrayal. You did this to me."

I felt a wave of guilt and regret wash over me. How could I have handled this differently?

After what felt like an eternity, I gathered my thoughts and stood up, leaving my untouched coffee behind. I needed to make things right with Sophie.

As I stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, I scanned the sidewalk, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sophie. But she was already gone, vanished into the crowded streets.

I pulled out my phone and dialled her number. Voicemail.

"Sophie, please listen—"

I hung up, unsure what to say.

As I stood on the sidewalk, lost in thought, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out to find a text from Damian:

"Hey, where are you? I'll come pick you up. We can head home for dinner together."

My mind racing, I wondered what his plans were. Was he going to confront me about this yesterday's tension? Or would he ask questions about James?.. I hesitated, unsure how to respond.

He dialled almost immediately, the phone ringing in my hand like an ominous warning.

"Hey," I answered, my voice tentative, barely above a whisper.

"Where are you?" Damian asked, his tone firm, with a hint of concern etched beneath the surface.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal, my eyes scanning the crowded sidewalk as if searching for an escape.

"I'll be at the office," I said finally, mirroring his earlier brevity, my words clipped.

Damian's pause spoke volumes, heavy with unspoken questions and tension.

"I'll see you there," he said, his voice measured, low and even.

The line went dead, leaving me with an unsettling sense of foreboding.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, the cool evening air amplifying my unease. What awaited me at home?

As I walked, the city's sounds – car horns, chatter, and wailing sirens – seemed to amplify my anxiety, echoing the turmoil within.

The office building loomed ahead, its sleek glass facade reflecting the darkening sky.

I stood at its entrance, my eyes scanning the driveway. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city.

Suddenly, the sound of tires crunching on gravel broke the silence. Damian's sleek black custom-made Bentley Continental GT, emerged from the darkness, its gleaming black finish reflecting the fading light, drawing admiring glances from passersby.

The car halted before me, and the engine purred softly. Damian's face remained expressionless behind the tinted windshield.

I took a deep breath and slid into the passenger seat.

"Hey," Damian said, his voice low, his eyes locked on the road.

"Hey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between us was palpable, a thick, unspoken weight.

Damian shifted gears, and the car glided smoothly out of the driveway.

As we drove, the city lights blurred outside the window, a display of colors.

I stole glances at Damian, his profile etched in shadows.

What was he thinking?..

******************

As we arrived at the mansion, Damian turned off the engine.

"Let's go inside," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "You must be tired. Go freshen up. I'll do the same."

I nodded, still sensing the tension between us.

"Take your time," Damian added, his voice softening.

I stepped out of the car and into the crisp evening air. The mansion's grand entrance loomed before me.

Inside, I made my way to my room, my mind replaying the events of the day.

After freshening up, I returned to the main area, expecting to find Damian in the living room. Instead, I was greeted by a beautifully set dinner table.

Candles flickered, casting a warm glow over the fine china and crystal glasses. Soft music played in the background.

I felt a flutter in my chest. What was Damian up to?

The table was set for two, with a stunning floral arrangement at its centre.

"Damian?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"In here," he replied from the kitchen.

I walked towards his voice, my curiosity piqued.

What had he planned for tonight?

I walked towards the kitchen, my flat heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The aroma of roasting vegetables and herbs wafted through the air, teasing my senses.

Damian stood by the counter, expertly chopping fresh parsley. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. A hint of stubble framed his jawline, adding a touch of ruggedness to his refined features.

"Almost ready," he said, looking up. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

The warmth in his gaze caught me off guard. For a moment, I forgot about the tension between us.

The kitchen was transformed into a cozy haven. Soft lighting highlighted the sleek, modern appliances. A bottle of wine chilled in an ice bucket, beside two delicate glasses.

"Wow, you've outdone yourself," I said, trying to sound casual.

Damian's smile widened. "I wanted to make it special."

Special? What did he mean?

He gestured to the dining area. "Shall we?"

I nodded, my heart beating slightly faster.

As we sat down, Damian poured the wine with a flourish. The golden liquid sparkled in the candlelight.

"To new beginnings," he said, his eyes locking onto mine.

I hesitated, unsure how to respond..

"To new beginnings, Lisa," Damian repeated, his eyes locking onto mine with an unwavering intensity. The candlelight danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the gentle crinkles around his eyes.

I searched for words, but Damian continued before I could respond, his deep voice filling the silence.

"Lisa, I'm sorry for how I spoke yesterday. My words were thoughtless, and I regret them." His apology was laced with sincerity, his tone softening.

The flickering flames cast a warm glow on the elegant dinner setting, and the aroma of roasting vegetables wafted through the air, teasing my senses.

"I realize knowing the past...complicates things," he said, his voice measured, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I want you to know that I'm not the person you think I am."

Damian's gaze intensified, his pupils dilating in the dim light.

"I want to prove it to you, Lisa. I want to show you that I'm committed to making this work between us." His words dripped with conviction.

He reached across the table, his hand covering mine. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"I don't care about your past, Lisa," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "I care about our future. I want to build something real with you."

The warmth of his hand seeped into mine, and I felt my defences wavering.

"Give me a chance," Damian urged, his voice filled with emotion. "I promise you won't regret it."

His eyes burned with sincerity, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of vulnerability.

Could I trust him?...

As Damian's words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, melting my doubts, the candlelight danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline.

"I want to believe you," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest, my voice barely audible over the soft crackling of the candles.

Damian's eyes flared with desire, his gaze dropping to my lips. The air thickened between us, heavy with anticipation, as he slowly rose from his seat.

He towered over me, his presence commanding, yet gentle. His fingers grazed mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"Lisa," he breathed, his voice husky, low, and seductive, sending my pulse racing.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. The distance between us dissolved, our bodies inches apart.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the soft glow of the candles, the scent of roasted vegetables, and the sound of our ragged breathing.

Damian's hand cradled my face, his thumb tracing my jawline. His touch ignited a fire within me.

"Lisa," he whispered again, his breath caressing my skin.

Our lips met in a gentle, exploratory kiss. The tension between us snapped, like a thread pulled too tight. Damian's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.

His chest pressed against mine, the warmth of his skin seeping into me. His heartbeat synchronised with mine, our pulses racing together.

Damian's hands roamed my back, tracing the curves of my body. His touch ignited a fire within me, melting my doubts and fears.

Our kiss deepened, our lips moving in perfect harmony. The world around us dissolved, leaving only the sensation of our entwined bodies.

Damian's fingers tangled in my hair, his mouth devouring mine. I felt the rush of his breath, the taste of his desire.

Our bodies swayed, lost in the moment. Time stood still as we surrendered to the passion between us.

Without breaking contact, Damian guided me to his bedroom. The city lights twinkled outside like diamonds, casting a magical glow.

We stood before the bed, our eyes locked in a silent understanding.

"Are you sure?" Damian asked, his voice low, husky.

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation.

Damian's lips curved into a smile, and he drew me close.

Our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. The night dissolved into a haze of passion and love. Damian's hands explored my body, tracing every curve, every contour.

Our lips never parted, our kisses deepening with each passing moment.

We moved in perfect sync, our bodies entwined as one.

The city lights outside faded into the background, replaced by the sound of our ragged breathing.

Damian's touch ignited a fire within me, melting my fears, my doubts.

I felt alive, free, and wanted.

It was all just a slow, sensual dance, each movement deliberate, each touch calculated.

The world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own private universe.

Time lost all meaning as we surrendered to our desires.

In Damian's arms, I found solace, comfort, and passion.

Our night was a tapestry of whispers, sighs, and moans.

The darkness enveloped us, a velvet cloak wrapping around our entwined bodies.

As the night wore on, We climaxed together, our bodies shuddering, our hearts beating as one.

The aftermath was a haze of contentment, as though we wanted it.

Damian held me close, his arms wrapped around me.

"Lisa," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

I smiled, feeling the same sense of belonging.

We drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined.

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    The day After

    I woke up to the warmth of Damian's body beside me, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sharp angles of his face, accentuating the rugged beauty that had captivated me.His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, his lips curling upward. The warmth in his gaze made my heart skip a beat."Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky, low, and seductive."Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, still laced with the remnants of sleep.Damian pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine. The gentle touch reignited the flames of last night's passion."Last night was incredible," he said, his eyes burning with desire, his voice filled with emotion.I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. But amidst the warmth, doubts crept in.Was this real? Or was I blinded by desire?Damian's fingers intertwined with mine, sending shivers down my spine."I want to make this work, Lisa," he said, his voice fille

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Shadows of the Past

    Sunday afternoon cast a golden glow over the city as I arrived at the designated meeting spot, a discreet café on the outskirts of town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations. Freedman already sat, nursing a cup of black coffee, his expression grave."Freedman," I said, taking a seat across from him."Damian," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.The cafe's muted atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the darkness we were about to uncover.Freedman pulled out a small laptop, his eyes locked on mine. "I've got something you need to see."I nodded, anticipation coursing through my veins like a slow-burning fire.With a few swift keystrokes, the laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a grainy video clip. The footage revealed a deserted alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of passing cars."This is from Luke's murder scene, five years ago," Freedman said, his voice barely above a whisper.My heart

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Defiance

    The evening sunlight cast a warm glow through the hospital room's window, illuminating Damian's determined face.As he held me, the world outside receded. For a moment, James's threats, Freedman's suspicions, and my own fears melted away.But reality intruded, as it always did."Damian," I said, pulling back."We need to focus on your recovery."Damian's expression turned resolute."I'm fine," he said."I want to go home."I frowned."Damian, you're not ready—"Just then, the door swung open.Dr. Patel entered, her warm smile a contrast to the tension in the room."Good evening, Mr Damian," she said."How are you feeling?"The soft glow of the evening lights highlighted the concern etched on her face.Damian's eyes locked onto hers."I want to be discharged," he said.Dr. Patel's eyebrows rose."I'm afraid that's not possible," she said gently."You need at least another 24 hours of observation."Damian's jaw set."I'm fine," he repeated."I'll recover better at home."Dr. Patel's exp

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 9

    Making a new friend Sophie's pov I sat on the wooden chair in my room, surrounded by darkness that seemed to swallow me whole. My eyes were fixed on some invisible point in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. It was consumed by the image of Damian and Lisa together. My best friend. The person I trusted with my deepest secrets. The person who was now with the one person I hated most in this world. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt betrayed. How could Lisa do this to me? How could she stab me in the back like this? We were supposed to be friends. We were supposed to be sisters. But I guess that meant nothing to her. I thought back to all the times we had shared together. The laughter, the tears, the secrets. It all seemed like a lie now. I wondered if she had been pretending to be my friend all along. If she had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My mind was a jumble of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal. They

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 10

    Attractive Friend Sophie I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Wait, one question," I said, trying to grasp everything James was saying. "How'd you get my number?" I asked, my tone neutral. James let out a mischievous grin, and I felt a cold shiver run through my spine. There was something unsettling about his smile, something that made me feel like he was hiding something. "Well, I have my ways," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Sophie," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said my name. It was like he was trying to make me feel like we had a connection, like we were old friends. I felt a wave of unease wash over me. I've seen his type before, I thought to myself. That obsessive, possessive energy. I've seen it before, and I knew it was trouble. I leaned back in my chair, trying to create some distance between us. "Well, I'm sure you can tell me your ways if you want us to

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    chapter 11

    On the same teamSophie I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "So, what do you want?" I finally asked, my tone firm.James leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "To be honest, I need someone to help me reach out to her," he said, his voice low and smooth.I scoffed, my eyes widening in surprise. "I don't understand," I said, my tone incredulous. "Was this some sort of joke or something?"James's expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I thought maybe as a friend of hers, you'd be able to do the job better," he said, his voice dripping with conviction.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "And what makes you think I'd do that?" I asked, my tone skeptical.James smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, given the fact of how you've been around them lately, I knew you wanted something," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And I'm glad I know what it is now."I felt a shiver run down my spine as James's words sent a spark of electricity thr

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    chapter 12

    A bothering Secret Damian's PovAs I lay in bed, Lisa's head resting on my chest, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside me over the past few days. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window cast a gentle light on Lisa's face, and for a moment, I felt a sense of closure, like she was all I wanted.But as I looked down at her, my mind began to wander back to the events of the past few days.The conversation with James, the threat he had made, the revelation about Lisa's involvement in Luke's death... it all swirled together in my head, making it hard for me to think straight.I gently stroked Lisa's hair, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But my mind kept going back to the same questions. Was Lisa really involved in Luke's murder? And if so, what did that mean for us? For our relationship?As I thought back to the accident, my mind replayed the sound of screeching tires, the feeling of the car spinning out of control.My brakes h

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 13

    Telling a Lie for your sakeLisa's PovMy heart racing, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Damian's question hung in the air, a challenge, a test. I knew it would come out again, eventually. The truth, the secrets, the lies. Could I tell him the truth? Was it even worth it, anyway? I'd finally decided to let everything go, to move on, to hope that things would become better. But it seemed as though it was only getting worse.I...I muttered, trying to speak, trying to come up with something. Something that was far from the truth. For Damian's sake, or for my sake? I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that I had to protect myself, protect us."Uhm...I didn't hate you," I finally said, the words feeling like lead on my tongue. I tried to smile, to lighten the mood. "I was only agitated with everything. You accepting the marriage proposal...I was just being childish." I forced a laugh, hoping it sounded convincing.Was that a good enough reason? I thought to myself as I scanned Da

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  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 15

    A lie caught in my throat LisaAs I sat at my desk, the weight of the lie I had told Damian the previous night felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders. My mind kept wandering back to that fateful night when Damian was lying in the hospital bed, recovering from his accident. I had told him I was going to stay with him, but the truth was, I had snuck out to meet James.But it wasn't what it seemed like. I hadn't gone to meet James because I still had feelings for him. No, it was the opposite. I had gone to meet him to tell him to leave me alone, to stop his relentless pursuit of me.As I thought back to that night, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. James had always been possessive, always wanting to control me. And that night, he had been no different. I had tried to reason with him, to tell him that I was married now, that I couldn't be with him anymore. But he had refused to listen.I buried my face in my hands, feeling hot tears stream down my face. I thought about Damian, a

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 14

    Doubting SweetheartDamian's Pov As I steered the wheel, my eyes darted towards Lisa, who sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.The drive to work was usually a chatty one, but today, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air like a challenge.I wondered if I should have asked her to drive in her own car. It would have given me some space, some time to clear my head and process my thoughts. But something had held me back. I didn't want to make her feel like I doubted her.I tried to believe every word Lisa had said to me, but there was this nagging doubt, a tiny voice in the back of my mind that refused to be silenced. I replayed our conversation from the night before, her words echoing in my head: "Damian, I assure you that there's nothing."But the way she avoided eye contact, the way her voice trembled ever so slightly... it all seemed too rehearsed, too calculated. I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle, like there was something she wasn't telling me.I pu

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 13

    Telling a Lie for your sakeLisa's PovMy heart racing, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Damian's question hung in the air, a challenge, a test. I knew it would come out again, eventually. The truth, the secrets, the lies. Could I tell him the truth? Was it even worth it, anyway? I'd finally decided to let everything go, to move on, to hope that things would become better. But it seemed as though it was only getting worse.I...I muttered, trying to speak, trying to come up with something. Something that was far from the truth. For Damian's sake, or for my sake? I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that I had to protect myself, protect us."Uhm...I didn't hate you," I finally said, the words feeling like lead on my tongue. I tried to smile, to lighten the mood. "I was only agitated with everything. You accepting the marriage proposal...I was just being childish." I forced a laugh, hoping it sounded convincing.Was that a good enough reason? I thought to myself as I scanned Da

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    chapter 12

    A bothering Secret Damian's PovAs I lay in bed, Lisa's head resting on my chest, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside me over the past few days. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window cast a gentle light on Lisa's face, and for a moment, I felt a sense of closure, like she was all I wanted.But as I looked down at her, my mind began to wander back to the events of the past few days.The conversation with James, the threat he had made, the revelation about Lisa's involvement in Luke's death... it all swirled together in my head, making it hard for me to think straight.I gently stroked Lisa's hair, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But my mind kept going back to the same questions. Was Lisa really involved in Luke's murder? And if so, what did that mean for us? For our relationship?As I thought back to the accident, my mind replayed the sound of screeching tires, the feeling of the car spinning out of control.My brakes h

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    chapter 11

    On the same teamSophie I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "So, what do you want?" I finally asked, my tone firm.James leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "To be honest, I need someone to help me reach out to her," he said, his voice low and smooth.I scoffed, my eyes widening in surprise. "I don't understand," I said, my tone incredulous. "Was this some sort of joke or something?"James's expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I thought maybe as a friend of hers, you'd be able to do the job better," he said, his voice dripping with conviction.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "And what makes you think I'd do that?" I asked, my tone skeptical.James smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, given the fact of how you've been around them lately, I knew you wanted something," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And I'm glad I know what it is now."I felt a shiver run down my spine as James's words sent a spark of electricity thr

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 10

    Attractive Friend Sophie I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Wait, one question," I said, trying to grasp everything James was saying. "How'd you get my number?" I asked, my tone neutral. James let out a mischievous grin, and I felt a cold shiver run through my spine. There was something unsettling about his smile, something that made me feel like he was hiding something. "Well, I have my ways," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Sophie," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said my name. It was like he was trying to make me feel like we had a connection, like we were old friends. I felt a wave of unease wash over me. I've seen his type before, I thought to myself. That obsessive, possessive energy. I've seen it before, and I knew it was trouble. I leaned back in my chair, trying to create some distance between us. "Well, I'm sure you can tell me your ways if you want us to

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Chapter 9

    Making a new friend Sophie's pov I sat on the wooden chair in my room, surrounded by darkness that seemed to swallow me whole. My eyes were fixed on some invisible point in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. It was consumed by the image of Damian and Lisa together. My best friend. The person I trusted with my deepest secrets. The person who was now with the one person I hated most in this world. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt betrayed. How could Lisa do this to me? How could she stab me in the back like this? We were supposed to be friends. We were supposed to be sisters. But I guess that meant nothing to her. I thought back to all the times we had shared together. The laughter, the tears, the secrets. It all seemed like a lie now. I wondered if she had been pretending to be my friend all along. If she had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My mind was a jumble of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal. They

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Defiance

    The evening sunlight cast a warm glow through the hospital room's window, illuminating Damian's determined face.As he held me, the world outside receded. For a moment, James's threats, Freedman's suspicions, and my own fears melted away.But reality intruded, as it always did."Damian," I said, pulling back."We need to focus on your recovery."Damian's expression turned resolute."I'm fine," he said."I want to go home."I frowned."Damian, you're not ready—"Just then, the door swung open.Dr. Patel entered, her warm smile a contrast to the tension in the room."Good evening, Mr Damian," she said."How are you feeling?"The soft glow of the evening lights highlighted the concern etched on her face.Damian's eyes locked onto hers."I want to be discharged," he said.Dr. Patel's eyebrows rose."I'm afraid that's not possible," she said gently."You need at least another 24 hours of observation."Damian's jaw set."I'm fine," he repeated."I'll recover better at home."Dr. Patel's exp

  • I DON'T WANT YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE    Shadows of the Past

    Sunday afternoon cast a golden glow over the city as I arrived at the designated meeting spot, a discreet café on the outskirts of town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations. Freedman already sat, nursing a cup of black coffee, his expression grave."Freedman," I said, taking a seat across from him."Damian," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.The cafe's muted atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the darkness we were about to uncover.Freedman pulled out a small laptop, his eyes locked on mine. "I've got something you need to see."I nodded, anticipation coursing through my veins like a slow-burning fire.With a few swift keystrokes, the laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a grainy video clip. The footage revealed a deserted alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of passing cars."This is from Luke's murder scene, five years ago," Freedman said, his voice barely above a whisper.My heart

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