Billionairenoir Stories

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿. A shadow in the mirror, a heavy gaze from the street, a lingering scent of tobacco in my bedroom. I wasn't crazy-I was his project. Kartik Rai Singhania started his countdown when I was fifteen and he was twenty. He didn't just wait for me to grow up; he curated every "hallucination" until I was desperate enough to run straight into his arms. Now, the wedding is over and the doors are locked. The man who spent a decade watching me through a lens is finally in my bed, ready to claim the "Grace" he's been stalking since childhood. _____ The beautiful cover was made by my cutu haya