Mr Billionaire's Broken Heart

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white bedding she'd barely slept in. She sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, clutching

ack and forth. Her voice trembled, though she willed herself t

she couldn't escape from: the bedroom door crashing open, the weight of the intruder's hands on her leg, the

t define her. Not when she had worked so hard to get here. Not when she had a fresh start waiting

a false bravado that even her

he examined herself in the mirror: tousled blonde hair, dull blue eyes, and a complexion that had

w you look like a ghost o

ve her some semblance of warmth and comfort. The moment she looked halfway presentable, she hurried to the kitchen, he

just a reminder from the university's orientation group chat. People were buzzing with excitement, tra

f to breathe. "You can do this," she whispe

irrored walls reflected her jittery expression back at her, and she hated it.

The marble floors gleamed under the morning light, and she could see residents hurrying out

miliar voice rang ou

e hadn't slept a wink. The lines on his face were deeper than

h his voice had none of the ch

d, her forced smile feel

nuinely remorseful. "We're so sorry for what happened. There's no excuse. Nico has been arr

den Klein, the reclusive, ridiculously wealthy CEO who was rumored to be as handsome as he

at his clipboard. "He'll be here short

ounded intimidating, to say the least. "That's really

derstanding nod. "Of course. B

e offered him a polite nod and hurried t

n played an upbeat tune that clashed with the storm still raging in Nevaeh's chest. She

she reminded he

t turned out,

ess that screamed luxury. The back door opened, and out stepped

.. something else. He was tall, with a lean, athletic build that his tailored gray suit couldn't quite hide. His dark brown hair wa

quered the world and wasn't impressed by i

ttention back to the street, hoping to disappear into the crowd. But just

arges. Three fluffy dogs broke free, yipping and racing in all direction

ed next was

as the tiny dog launched itself at his polished leather shoes. His commanding presence vanished, replaced by

le laughter that echoed across the street. Her fear, her nerves, the tension-it all melted away in that on

ing onto her. His expression went from shock

t beet red. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. She had just laughed-

shield. Before he could react, she turned and practically spr

d turned the corner. Great. Just fantastic. One night of terror and a morning of humilia