Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy
Olivia’s POV
The moment Armando left, the dam broke.
I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James.
I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all.
I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try.
Armando’s POV
Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette.
The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old.
But tonight, I wept.
For her. For me. For everything we could never be.
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