The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

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n at her wrist

man she had hired wal

th a glass or ice. She twisted the cap off and downed it in one go. The alcohol burned her throat, a sharp, chemical fire that settled in her stomach. This wasn't about courage; it was part of the c

Not a hair out of place, her makeup flawless, her Chanel suit modest and expensive. It

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louse. She tried to pull her lips into a seductive smile, something w

th the messages. The one with the pictures of the nineteen-year-old hostess. Two years of marriage, two y

y. They were slow, deliberate. They

er lungs until they burned. This is a transa

over the handle. She could do this. She

was not the "Kyle" fr

cost more than her car. His hair was dark, his jawline sharp

ropped. The air left

son J

who owned half of New York's biotech sector and had

n her body, lingering on the unbuttoned collar of her blouse, be

His voice was deep, scr

pierced through her. Sh

hand against the wood and slid the toe of his polished Oxford sho

s the high, breathy pitch she reserved for char

his pocket and turned the screen toward her. It was a screenshot. A confi

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hitting the edge of the bed. He knew. He had the proof. Her l

door click shut behind him. The lo

obacco and sandalwood. He went straight to the minibar, picked

turned to face her. "This is me

eaving behind a cold, hard clarity. There was no point in the

n went up. The fear vanished from her ey

pped an octave, stripping away the b

edom in his eyes cracked. He looked at her, r

money," he said, wa

s trying to roar?" She crossed her arms. "Go ahead. He'll hate you f

ar while holding her gaze. "Kyle. It's Juarez. Your client at the Pierre has

the bed. It bounced once

s inches from her ear. She could feel the heat radiating off him. "That escort... he's

not from fear, but

spered, his voice rough, "if you want to make Brit

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