Chased by the billionaire

rous At

dows across the marble floors. Lena sat on the velvet couch, hands clenched in h

e," Lena said softly, t

ake?" His voice was cold, almost indifferent. "You agreed to

th knew tha

d her like nothing more than a pawn in his carefully orchestrated game was now looking at her

a

owing

ena needed the money to save her brother's life, and Damian needed a

s didn't fo

r in the penthouse, silence stretched between

lf to meet his icy blue eyes. "I just

e her, the amusement in his eyes not quite reaching hi

nded. "That w

her. His scent-rich and intoxicating-filled her senses. "Be

ard. "We can't d

slightly, eyes na

ved. Feel

thing flickered in his gaze-somethi

ieve that. She nee

pe that Damian cared, even fo

reat R

Damian's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his

's

ned. "Wha

jaw. "Nothing you

htened around the phone, the way his entire

as if on cue, t

didn'

er di

hem shifted, thick wi

ered, before stridi

ed in her ears as she

open, a familiar voice ech

me, Da

th caught i

eek red dress, was Vanessa Caldwell-th

had come to ru

uch, her knuckles turning white. Vanessa Caldwe

h for someone like Damian Russo. But seeing her in person, standing in

ecu

ened. "What the hell are

that any way to greet an old lover?" Her voice was smooth, sickly sweet. He

er, meeting Vanessa's piercing gaze. "

ntract wife." She turned back to Damian, a playful smile on her lips. "Didn't think y

I asked you a question, V

rling. "We have unfinished business, Damian

any sign of what Vanessa was talking about. B

s brushing over Damian's sleeve. "We were

lling away. "That w

to forget," Vanessa

stomach

anessa looked at Damian, the way she s

asn't love-not yet-but it was something. And now, in the span of jus

sed to le

inished business you think you have with my husband

, it grew wider. "Oh, sweetheart," she si

think I matter a hell o

anessa, his patience clearly wearing thin. "If you came here th

me, Vanessa's co

mor. Then, with a small shake of her head, she let out a

't flinch.

e she left, she cast one last glance at Lena. "Enjoy him while

that, she

t in her wake w

arching his face. "Are yo

hand through his hair. "I s

at did she mean by

ar cart, pouring himself a drink. When he finally spoke, hi

pped a beat. "Yo

two weeks before the wedding. No explanation. No warning."

ed. "And now

k flickering in his eyes. "Yeah. A

pounding. "Then why do I get th

didn't

y both knew

the kind of woman who wa

game she was

sn't d

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