The Billionaire is Mine

A Life-Cha

low. Samantha Wilder stood by her bedroom window, gazing out at the chaos of the city she longed to escape. She was

was always the same: a tiny apartment, her own space, free from the suffocating atmosphere of her

ew York's most exclusive clubs. Cassie had secured a way in-through a deal that Samantha didn't fully understand, but she t

and a message fr

We need to fig

elt the distance between them-physically and emotionally. She loved him, but not in the way he wanted her to. She hadn't told him why

oor. The club pulsed with energy-high society, and the elite, all in one place, sipping expensive champagne and laugh

er ear, a sly grin on her face

he bar, Cassie's eyes scanned the crowd, landing on a tall, sharply dres

m-a combination of arrogance and charm. He gree

er. "I'm glad you could make it." He glanced

" She leaned in, her voice low, "And, you know,

caught in her throat. Wha

ss card into her hand. "Let's talk later,

to say anything. She had no i

n him. He had tried to be patient with her, to respect her wishes of not wanting intima

ng. And when Mildred, always flirtatious and provocative, had made her inte

like an uncontrollable wave. Mildred had always been there, always teasing, always ready to push boundaries without h

ed here, the atmosphere more intimate, more charged. Mildred had pressed herself against him, the

ear. "I can help you relax." She smiled wickedly saying to Jo

as doing wasn't right, but in that moment, it felt like a release. The connection with Mildred was physical, with no strings attached. S

responded in kind. He kissed her deeply, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the buttons of her dress. The

he noise, all of it faded into the background. For the first time in weeks, Jonas felt like h

st, a nagging emptiness that refused to go away. He wasn't just betraying Samantha-he was

, the act felt mechanical, almost distant. He couldn't stop thinking about Samantha-about how she had been pulling a

, a satisfied smile on her face. But

ing her fingers through her hair as she adjust

mind was consumed by thoughts of Samantha-the girl he h

eep living this lie. And now, with Mildred's laughter ringing in his e

ng echoed through the thin walls, filling the space with a sense of suffocation. Samantha's

in this rat hole, and you don't do anything to help! I've been busting my ass, a

if you didn't spend so much time at the

s for as long as she could remember-always fighting, never seeing eye to eye. The arg

t just as she reached the d

HLESS!" Raym

ld hear the tears in her mother's

nt, her chest tight, the fight echo

she wanted to be out of her parent's home to keep her sanity. There was no longer room to think about it, she was willing,

hanging? Will it make her dreams come true? Or is she i