Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

heavy door swinging shut, though she was t

velvet sofa, pulling the oversized wool lapels tightly acros

nt to her phone, naming him simply "D". She hadn't texted him. She didn't know wha

nly flew open, slamm

was twisted in an ugly scowl. He stopped dead in the center of the room, his ey

morphed from an

clothes right now?" Antoine's voice was

e man she had loved for eight years. He looked li

abelle asked. Her voic

"I'm here to talk! You are going to apo

for her pouring hot coffee on her own arm? Or apologize for you s

thing like that! You are too sensitive! You are always so agg

from her shoulders and pooled on the sofa be

nabelle demanded, stepping toward him. "What did you s

intense stare. "I saw Britany hurt because of you!

g means nothing?!" Anabelle screamed, the raw agony finally tearing throu

tany is weak. You... you shoul

s hung i

pped. It wasn't that Antoine was blind. It was that he chose

re in her eyes extinguished, leav

spered. Her voice was eerily calm. "I'm gi

contorted in rage. "Anabelle! What the hel

e brok

hree-carat diamond engagement ring, yanked it of

ring hit the carp

slightly to pick it up, then stopped, his pride refusing to let him bow

dead into his eyes. "Antoine Page,

sign of hesitation, any sign of

He turned on his heel and stormed out,

into a deafe

ently. It wasn't fear. It was the adrenaline leaving her sys

he picked it up, walked to the

jacket. She buried her face in the collar, inhalin

zzed on the

it up. A te

ho

hree words. Her vision b

ad heard enough. The raised voices, the sound of something hitting the floor, and her final, clear declaration of a breakup tol