Love Remade – When Love Goes Haywire

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ck of bills in my trembling hands. Each crisp white paper felt like a death sentence, the numbers blurring t

housand

my going to college or dropping out to work minimum-wage jobs for the rest of his life. Between keeping the smal

to block out the antiseptic smell that always made me think of death and desperation

heart, you lo

gainst white pillows, her once vibrant auburn hair now streaked with premature gray, her face pale but st

y had denied her heart surgery claim? That the bank wanted to foreclose on our house in thirty days? That

reached for my hand with fingers that felt to

hosts that haunted every corner of our lives. His gambling addiction hadn't died with him-it had simply transformed into

," I said, changing the subject as I always did when thou

e that meant she saw through my attempts at distraction. "I know we're i

ned frustration. His sandy brown hair was disheveled from running his hands through it-a habit he had i

ice cracked slightly, betraying

, not

me with shaking hands. "I just got off the phone with Ki

new the man behind it. Harris Kingston, the youngest billionaire in the city, famous fo

en as the words left my lips, I knew Tom

his voice growing stronger with each word. "And guess what? They wan

ened around mine. "Flo

came out steadier than

ticing what I would say to Harris Kingston. How do you beg a billionaire for mercy? How do you ex

oked far too young to be carrying the weight of my family's survival. I wasn't sophisticated like the women who probably graced Kingston's arm at c

ng standing between my fami

gleaming glass tower that housed Kingston Investments. Forty-seven floors of ste

d my only pair of heels that weren't scuffed beyond repair. My hands shook as I pushed through th

receptionist, a woman so perfectly polished sh

barely concealed disdain. "Fort

e doors opened, I stepped into a world of marble and mahogany that screamed power an

Benn

ce and felt the air lea

-easily six feet two inches-with dark hair that looked like he had been running his hands through it and steel-gray eyes that seemed to see straight th

n a way that made my heart skip

spite the way he was looking at me, like I was a puz

seat. Instead, he leaned against the edge of the desk, close enough that I could smell his e

rumble that sent unexpected shivers down my spine.

than a whisper. "And I'm here to ask for

was something almost gentle in those steel-gray eyes. "I know about your brother's college applicat

ned to ice.

iss Bennett." He pushed off from the desk and walked to the window, his hands

d through me lik

mething in his expression ma

here to propo

ven floors below seemed to disappear as I stared at this stranger wh

orry,

-not kind, not cruel, but somet

I will make all your family'