The Broken Billionaire

The Broken Billionaire

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Alexander Winter a billionaire business owner by day and lavish party goer by night. Eleanor Hemming a Medicine student doing everything she can to make her way. Surrounded by people she doesn't know. In a new city. Twenty three year old Eleanor moved to London one year ago, in that time she lost her new home and job and had no one to help her, so after one bad hookup and hours of research, Here she was... Iris a popular Escort attending lavish parties with men who gladly paid for her time. That was until 2 weeks ago when a fellow resident discovered her secret. Twenty nine year old Alexander had everything he had ever wanted and everything he hadn't wanted as well. His fathers company being at the top of list of things he didn't want, there was however nothing he could do about it due to being the sole heir of his fathers law firm. So one might ask how did 23 year old Eleanor and 29 year old Alexander's lives become intertwined. Filled with anger heartbreak love and sorrow. Well read ahead to find out.
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"That's strange," I said thoughtfully. His brow lifted. "What is?" "I always imagined that if fiction ever stepped out of a book, it'd smell like paper. Or ink. Or something like that." I studied him with exaggerated disappointment. "But you smell human. I feel misled." His lips curved - slow, deliberate. Dangerous. "Oh, love," he murmured. "I may not smell like ink..." His steps slowed. "But I assure you," he continued, leaning closer - not enough to touch, just enough to make my pulse stutter - "I taste like it." Heat rushed to my cheeks, the blush spreading like wildfire as I stared at him, utterly shocked. "If you doubt me," he said softly, eyes dropping to my mouth, "there's a very simple way to confirm." Content Warning This story contains themes and scenes that may be disturbing to some readers, including sexual content, violence and abuse, self-harm, grief and loss, PTSD and trauma, and graphic descriptions of murder and gore. The narrative is raw, unflinching, and meant to challenge and provoke. Please read with awareness. And of course... there's ✨ magic ✨ too. STARTED WRITING: MAY 24, 2024 FINISHED WRITING: OCTOBER 12, 2024

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