The Billionaire

The Billionaire

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Hello, I'm Micah, also known as the ex-wife of Damon Knight, yes the Damon Knight, It's hard to believe but it's true. "Micah, I told you, she came onto me. Why don't you believe me!?" He said with anger in his voice. "How would I know Damon? I love you, everything I've ever done was for you. You've even been acting weird these last few days." I shoot back Damon walks towards me with anger radiating off of him and grabs my arm tightly but gently and pulls me towards him. "Let me tell you something, Micah." He says as he looks down at me. "I love you very much and you may believe I'm the bad guy right now but I promise I will show you what really happened and win you and our children back and I'll make sure you three are mine again." He says and then kisses me on the cheek and gets back in his car and drives off while I stand there dumbfounded
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"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling-the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York's underworld-brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I've built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he's taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I'm something he needs to protect, I'm lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I'm already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

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