His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge
silk robe, the silk clinging to
cker of surprise, then something colde
an artificial sweetness.
, her gaze raking over my tailor
past her. Each step was delib
rolling through his phone. He looked up,
, then at Cassidy. His con
this, a costume? Trying to play
" My voice was st
y are you in my robe? In
leanor, don't be dramatic. She st
ssidy, are you ready for your vacation to Ar
! I can't wait! And the 'Desert Eagle
worry, honey. Eleanor will understand." He looked at me, a condescending
o say. I could almost hear the ech
der from my bag. I placed it g
ce pa
nt door. The cool metal of the
ing?" Cedric's voice was s
ll on the doorknob. "
ou can't leave, Eleanor. You have nothin
need a man to feel complete. Not all of us are like that." She look
m. Cedric was already pouring a bowl of soup for Ca
. He pushed it towards me without loo
he rim. "Keep it. Both of you." My voice
r the words that wo
ent tremor. The soup bo
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