Framed By The Billionaire I Saved

ved billionaire Julian Davenport. I did it to repay a

he and his fia

gainst me, and left me with nothing. I was b

led a devastating secret that changed everything: he was my r

pte

Vanc

tract, Julian Davenport' s assistant

he document sitting on my desk: a termination of s

of his trauma while my own life remained in a tightly wound ball. Five years of sleeples

pay a debt. A debt

, a man I' d spoken to a tho

surprisingly steady. "

see. Mr. Davenport will be... disappoint

my lips before I could stop

lipped. "The contract officially ends at midn

before he

ulian' s fiancée-the woman whose departure had shattered him five year

me to disappear from his life, and I should probably offer a congra

who made markets tremble, had been reduced to a ghost after Chandler left

I had built my reputation from nothing, clawing my way out of the foster

change my life. I was about to refuse. High-profile, l

howed me h

kicked out of another foster home. A car had pulled over, and a boy, not much older than me, had gotten out. He didn't say a word, ju

icked into place with the ghost of that memory. Julian Davenport. He was the

s my

ook th

, he looked at me with pure loathing, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. "

he shard of glass from his hand before

s. I sat with him through the night, talking him down from the ledge of his nightmares until he fina

began to quiet. He returned to his company, more

an I knew vanished. He stood in the doorway, blocking my path, a fl

so hard to maintain. A hand lingering on my arm too long. A soft look acro

d told him, time and again. "Our rel

e me. I tried to transfer his case to a colleague, but he somehow sa

o my ethics, but I couldn't deny the pull. He was charming when he want

, the news broke: Ch

self. It was for her. He wanted to be a man worthy of her when she finally came b

a tool to keep his therapist, his h

gut. My five years of devotion felt

ss every gossip site. It was time for me to make a graceful exit before t

with a text. It

of the St. Regis. Julian and I ar

ing in my stomach. She was treating me li

needed that final payment. So I swallowed my

was ajar. I could hear their voices. I pushed the door open to find

g on me with a smirk. "Took you long e

r at me, his expr

me to hear. "Basically a glorified assistant. You pay them to l

just watched me, a silent

I started unloading the bags, my movements

commanding, stopped me in my tracks. "We' re flying to the vine

d, now felt like a chain around my neck. I saw the flash of

I was completely and utterly sick of

hours left. I just had t

while they walked ahead, hands linked, without a single back

ot, no-foam latte," she sa

ericano," Julian added

pped my purse. I turned and walked to the bar

ough the cardboard sleeve. I car

mericano on the table next to Juli

her manicured nails scraping against

wave of searing liquid splashed not on

sped, my eyes instantly flooding with tears.

o Chandler, pulling her away from the spill, his han

at the hell is wrong with you, Elara? Are you

fire, and he was yelling at me. I knew he saw what happe

s still b

on blurred by tears I refused to let fall. A single drop esc

ge sense of peace washed over me. This was it. This was the fin

s finally, bl

t his angry gaze. "Mr. Davenport, as of this momen

n his voice unwavering.

, my voice was louder, clearer

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