Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night

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Bradford Estate. Tuesdays

ed. She drove up. She entered the foyer. She l

. Sometimes a thousand. It was piling up under the loose f

ld's toy. It took her three nights of painstaking work with a soldering iron she'd stolen from Wong's toolbox to assemble a micro-camera, smaller than a pinhead. It was a long s

delivery, som

jacket. The air was different. The sterile, antisepti

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s sat on the black table, exa

lies were for funerals. They were the flowe

food down, lingering for three extra seconds. She turned her chest toward

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flash of a bare foot retreating into the darkn

ked out, forcing h

of damp drywall-she hooked the camera up to her lap

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s nothing but

k. Signal jammers. The house was a black

tel. She needed to

e atmosphere was tense. Uncle Wong w

runted, eyeing her. "Maybe I pay

teeth. "Whatever

this job. It was h

her pocket. She pulled it

the delivery app. A special

inside.

ring at the words, a cold dread settled in her stomach. It felt

she zipped up the thermal

d using Maya's real name before correcting hersel

hand. Penny's fingers were

ollars, Penny," sh

r. The engine noise was fami

he fog was thicker, swirling aro

. They opened. She drove

gaped like a mouth in the concrete face o