Dear CEO, This is Goodbye
We clearly agreed this was just a contract marriage—no emotions, no entanglements. The moment the contract expired, we would part ways. So why is he still refusing to let go?
"Dante, have some shame! Shame! Shame!" A furious scream echoed through the dressing room as Helena glared at the man before her, her eyes burning with rage.
But instead of backing down, Dante took a step closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. In one swift motion, he pinned her against the cold wall, his hands caging her in. His dark eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"If I’m about to lose my wife, what use do I have for shame?" His voice was low, seductive, laced with an undeniable possessiveness.
His gaze locked onto hers, making her heart pound violently.
"You come back to me," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "and I’ll have my dignity again."
Her pulse raced. Was he serious? Or was this just another game to him?
Either way, she knew one thing—she was in trouble.
Billionaire
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