Love In Disguise: The Billionaire's Gamble

ying. Weeks had passed- weeks where I had been consumed by Oliver's betrayal, the rushed marriage and th

ng my

the expensive bedding. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the delicate patte

would see

cond before dialing the hospital. The receptionis

is Dr Patel

ripping the phone tighter than necessary. I listened as she relaye

, though she has be

y fingers tightenin

ab

ondering where I was, why I hadn't come, made my stomach twist w

today. No m

rds the bedside table. That's when I saw it. An

row

ced the edge of the thick paper before carefully pulling it open

may join if you wish. If not, a

g me? Even his words carried no warmth. No attempt at con

ed me from my thoughts. "Miss

at the note. I exhaled, smoothing my

kfast, the

nd, too polished, too carefully designed to impress. I stepped through the

hing g

y brushing against the hem of my dress, a

s wrapped around his coffee cup, his posture relaxed but guarded. His parents, Richard

re around, as they were always on business trips. A part of me was happy to hear tha

she said, gesturing towards the empty ch

dress. The chairs were too plush, the silenc

the knife as I sliced absently into my toast. The maids moved through the room like shadows, r

arp gaze, assessing rather than welcoming. He leaned b

ve plan

nswer. Across from me, Lucas shifted just slightly,not enough to be noticed by anyone else, but enough

liste

"I'm visiting my moth

ea, paused and looked up. "How is she doing?"

's.......managing," I said. It wasn

with that effortless authority that never wavered. "Her sur

hat he had paid for it - that was always the plan -

ngers tightening slightly a

e cup. "She's stable." I swallowed, pushing b

Uncert

at Lucas briefly, expecting nothing, and still receiving exactly that. His posture remained composed, d

just like everything else, h

discuss. My mother was safe. That was what ma

red to leave. No one stopped me. No one asked where I was goi

He didn't e

at him, searching for anything that hinted at genuine concern. But as always,

small nod before turning back to his plate, dismissing the conversation entirely. I swallo

wrapped around me, replacing the heavy atm

was already waiting, it

arrangement mad

ready, was Eric. Dressed in his usual black suit, his hands clasped

presence was unwavering, a reminder that no

door for me with a practiced ease. I hesitated for a b

ure. Without another thought, I slid into the car, settling into the plush se

ck slightly. Why do I