Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Chapter 5

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ing five feet away from her. The man who had seen her naked. The man

ing there, flanked by the Vice President of A

and deferential. "I'd like to introduce you to our

who signed her paychecks. The man who held her career in his hands. She had t

Kate, still sniffling, shot her a weird look. Bre

e, assessing, calculating. He didn't acknowledge Chloe. He didn't even blink. It wa

intimacy was terrifying. It meant he was in control.

e. "Mr. Gillespie, I apologize for the disturbance. Just

he carpet. He stopped right in front of Chloe, Kate, and Brennen. He looked at Kate's

touch. Her skin prickled with heat and shame. She

ng, the same voice that had told her to co

it. This was a test. A trap. Chloe's mouth opened, b

n," he said, a hint of

naged, her voice a hoar

Vice President Finch. "I expect professionalism in my company, Mr. F

, nodding vigorously. "I'll

e. He simply turned and walked toward Frank's office, his

art hammering against her ribs. She was dead. She was absolutely dead. She had s

nk he is?" she muttered, but her voic

ce purple with rage. "My off

t process what had just happened. The escort she hired was her

old, calculating look-told her it was very, very real. She

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Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Cait Romance

“A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.”