The Billionaire's Forgotten Night

ache radiated through her entire body, as if she had been thrown into a tornado and

elaborately carved ceiling above her. Gilded detailing and an ornate chandelier screamed luxury-a sharp

? Her brow

tress, eyes scanning her surroundings. Plush velvet drapes, sleek wooden furnish

ely not

card caught her eye. She reached out and snatched it with trembling fing

d?" she murmu

arty of Abigail Hamilton, her half-sister, she was enjoying with Brian, her boyfriend..

I end up here? He

of fear settle in her bones. Her heartbeat quickened. She sat up swiftly, an

at

o the core to discover

es, no memories. Only confusion. She moved to sit up, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot thr

o

sheet as if it could anchor her from

irginity la

one...

ard, and her eyes

er throat and tried to ca

, heaving a sigh of relief when

ame from behind the

ed partner from last nig

How did t

nswer came to her. One thing was clear-whatever happened last ni

ed to le

d sweetheart, last month he proposed her and both decided to get married soon. Kind, loving Brian who had carefully selected the red

... I cheated on him," she whis

eakness. She couldn't afford to be caught here-not like this. Whoever

r her curves. She retrieved her undergarments and heels with desperate haste, all the while glanci

no

e pierced through

d froze

as the last of the dress hugged her body. Her

er back to the present

n't the time to drown in guilt. She had to leav

egs into her heels, grabbing her white clutch

her hand tur

, wa

oed behind her, one laced

fr

eartbeat thudded in her ears as she hear

rn.

order made her fist

a glimpse of a tall, muscular figure. Bulging biceps with a tattoo, eight-pack abs, and a pristine white towel

but her courage faltered. Her eyelashes remaine

ce either-it was partly hid

e he

hen the third order struck her

. After what happened last n

en, from that storm, courage bloomed. That fearless

be undone. But I won't get involved wi

ee his face to feel

b, flung open the door, and ran out of the suite as fast as h

al suite-wouldn't chase after a girl he'd already spent a n

t know was that the

ner of Hotel

ble of tracking he

only disobeyed him but also dared to flee without so much as

ark, crooked smirk. His sculpted li

owing her even as she ran. She didn't wait for t

in the wrong direction. Instead of heading toward the exi

, she managed to find a door. I

r front doo

rst cab she saw, and finally breathed in re

h trembling hands, sh

n if unknowingly, I still did. I'm not pur

er cheeks as she continued sobbing throughou

otel Shel

sly, stepping into the luxurious suite. His boots clicked against the mar

the air. The man standing by the floor-length mirror didn't turn. He was calmly adjusting the cufflinks of his tailored b

. Not even a flicker of

nd

uiet menace. A voice that didn't need to shout to be obeyed. Th

my l

w the consequences of failure. Without another word, he turned on h

n reflection. His face, all sharp angles and carved perfection, was unreadable

sem

d into a faint

nder his breath, voice like silk wrapping around a bla

, slow and deliberate, as though

wicked. The