The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
ache radiated through her entire body, as if she had been thrown into a tornado and
elaborately carved ceiling above her. Gilded detailing and an ornate chandelier screamed luxury-a sharp
? Her brow
tress, eyes scanning her surroundings. Plush velvet drapes, sleek wooden furnish
ely not
card caught her eye. She reached out and snatched it with trembling fing
d?" she murmu
arty of Abigail Hamilton, her half-sister, she was enjoying with Brian, her boyfriend..
I end up here? He
of fear settle in her bones. Her heartbeat quickened. She sat up swiftly, an
at
o the core to discover
es, no memories. Only confusion. She moved to sit up, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot thr
o
sheet as if it could anchor her from
irginity la
one...
ard, and her eyes
er throat and tried to ca
, heaving a sigh of relief when
ame from behind the
ed partner from last nig
How did t
nswer came to her. One thing was clear-whatever happened last ni
ed to le
d sweetheart, last month he proposed her and both decided to get married soon. Kind, loving Brian who had carefully selected the red
... I cheated on him," she whis
eakness. She couldn't afford to be caught here-not like this. Whoever
r her curves. She retrieved her undergarments and heels with desperate haste, all the while glanci
no
e pierced through
d froze
as the last of the dress hugged her body. Her
er back to the present
n't the time to drown in guilt. She had to leav
egs into her heels, grabbing her white clutch
her hand tur
, wa
oed behind her, one laced
fr
eartbeat thudded in her ears as she hear
rn.
order made her fist
a glimpse of a tall, muscular figure. Bulging biceps with a tattoo, eight-pack abs, and a pristine white towel
but her courage faltered. Her eyelashes remaine
ce either-it was partly hid
e he
hen the third order struck her
. After what happened last n
en, from that storm, courage bloomed. That fearless
be undone. But I won't get involved wi
ee his face to feel
b, flung open the door, and ran out of the suite as fast as h
al suite-wouldn't chase after a girl he'd already spent a n
t know was that the
ner of Hotel
ble of tracking he
only disobeyed him but also dared to flee without so much as
ark, crooked smirk. His sculpted li
owing her even as she ran. She didn't wait for t
in the wrong direction. Instead of heading toward the exi
, she managed to find a door. I
r front doo
rst cab she saw, and finally breathed in re
h trembling hands, sh
n if unknowingly, I still did. I'm not pur
er cheeks as she continued sobbing throughou
otel Shel
sly, stepping into the luxurious suite. His boots clicked against the mar
the air. The man standing by the floor-length mirror didn't turn. He was calmly adjusting the cufflinks of his tailored b
. Not even a flicker of
nd
uiet menace. A voice that didn't need to shout to be obeyed. Th
my l
w the consequences of failure. Without another word, he turned on h
n reflection. His face, all sharp angles and carved perfection, was unreadable
sem
d into a faint
nder his breath, voice like silk wrapping around a bla
, slow and deliberate, as though
wicked. The