Unmaking The Billionaire's Dark Soul
ugh for both of them. It had been a decade, after all. She could go about her l
e it, the very next mornin
f freshly baked croissants and rich espresso filled the air, mingling with the hum of quiet conversations. The place had
corner table, her camera resting beside her. She planned to spend the morni
d. The sound was ordinary, something she would
here
iel Le
elaxed atmosphere of the café. His sharp jawline was still as striking as she remembered,
ok away, to pretend she hadn't
e lande
ise, maybe even hesitation. Then, just as quickly, his face har
elf as he appro
d, his voice
ffected her. Instead, she took another sip of
," she rep
again," he said, sliding h
akes tw
eight of their past hanging heavy in the ai
mera, then back at her. "
r eyes. "Still
ng that wasn't quite a smile
ecting small talk, you'll be disappo
e feeling you have a
ing to forget him, to erase the pain he had caused. And now, here he was
ly. "What do you
fee. I didn't expe
nown. But he was gone. In his place stood a man who had built walls
back her chair. "Now you
to leave. But just as she brushe
va
ay he said her nam
he turned
would've happened if th
eath c
ctly what he
adn't wal
had foug
had been
to let herself g
eeting his gaze h
ger before exhaling through his nose. He
care
, he turned and walk
ering, before pushing through the door a
violin music and the chatter of tourists filling the air. But for
ike a bat
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her shoulder. The museum was nearly empty, the usual crowds having dispersed as closing
colors swirling together in soft, dreamlike st
e heard his
id love impre
tightened. She turned s
away, hands in his pockets,
less laugh. "Are yo
estor," he said smoothly. "Di
second time you'v
. Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze
oice quieter now, "I never wanted
steady. "That's where we're different
w tigh
ment, neither
g announcement echoed through the
you arou
n he walked away,
the painting that had once brough
she put between them, no mat
ill the only man who had
t he still had th