His Billionaire Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Truth
to leave, their faces a mixture of pity and contempt. My cheek throbbed, but my
wasn' t fini
nt of me and blocking my path. "You don' t get to
ce. "You' re going to stay. You' re going to sit right over t
Make sure she doesn' t leave. Put her in that cor
ed, half-escorted me to a secluded alcove at the edge of the ballroom, shoving m
t my ex-boyfriend'
en with equally cruel faces and
one of them sneered, looking me over like
o have some of our daddies' ranch hands pay you a visit in New York. To co
t have known. His public cruelty, the slap, the venomous words-it was all a desperate act to get
people were not just vulgar; they were dangerous. T
a in a heated whisper, gesturing in my direction. He was trying to get her to let me go. She just laughed in h
ss apology. I gave him the slightest, almost imperc
his shoulders sl
abrina wanted me to watch the show. Fine. I would watch. But
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