Addicted To His Fake Sugar Baby

Chapter 7

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sage and let out a s

Dereck. "Typical. Play dumb. 'Did I do so

little crying face. It was a good act.

he phone buzzed again. A n

e was different from before. The sickness was still there, a faint rasp, but i

to say. You're scaring me. Did I do something to make you think I'm not... me? I just... I

, his brow furrowed. "Okay, that's... better than the last

ued. She had simply doubled down on emotional vulnerability. She had taken his attack and tw

e voice memo a third time, focusing on the littl

n't pity. Dereck Campos didn't do pity. It

mmer. The sound of her voice, the manufactured pain-it triggered

He wanted to be the one who made her cry. A

," Dereck said

urprised. "What? You're

deleted the "I know who you are" message from the

, his thumbs moving wi

edical kit and a private nurse to be delivered to

taking control. He was fixing the problem he'd let Preston

. The relief that flooded her system was i

nurse. I

se would see that she wasn't the girl in the photos. A nurse w

dn't use the "I'm too sick" excuse. He was offeri

sibilities. What would a sugar baby hate more tha

arted

t me, but a private nurse is too much! I can't accept s

m not a hooker" card. It was a risky mo

now. Just let me rest. If you send anyone

betting her life on the idea that a man who was used to wome

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“While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks. Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret. Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million. And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear. The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message. "Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting." Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut. If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her. If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway. Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath. She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship. She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about? But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die. Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim. She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.”