Ruthless Desire: Chased By My Ex's Billionaire Best Friend

ed down at the shimmering city lights

ting with her ex-boyfriend Julian Wells's messag

ected in the window, as she quick

when she heard the bat

nd, she saw

only in a towel slung

ll display, drips of water trailing down f

e her way, he remarked, "I don

smile on her lips. "And yet, you

downward, catching on the alluring glimpse of h

core, men were fundamentally alike-few could resist the allu

putation as a playboy wa

table. "You can't possibly tell me you were unaware Julian has bee

softly, his silence

ed by the revelation that he had been engaged the whole time,

privy to the inner workings and secrets of their

rlfriend, the last to know her

r tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, her novic

ht away, his breath hitc

, Bethany jolted, her fingers clu

of lightning threw the room into stark relief, castin

crept in, the storm h

and slipped away to the shower, sho

ntary diversion. She knew well that such fle

and slipped out of the

p into the elevator, her pho

mmediately fixed her hair to appear presentable

by a gag, while one arm was brutally secured to a chair. A man with tattoos menacingly hovered a hea

fear. "No, please! I'll get you

" the man countered, unyielding. "Play any game

ne wen

erwhelmed her. A plan sparked in her mind. She da

emerged, a cigarette dangling from his

slid over to her, concealing

ard about him. He was the lone heir to the vast Swanson empi

ford to keep the rest of

ntured, "Could you possi

e enough for such requests

on. "Two hundred thousand, and we forget last night ever o

of Shawn's ordeal, pride a

watching as the color

s a joke, but her tongue was

le was low and disbelieving. "I didn't rea

ped her in a depth of humil

r pride and dignity

as dire, and the man befo