The Billionaire Who Called Me Boring

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people scrambled, pushing and shoving to get away from the falling chandelier. Everyt

oze. His eyes widened, not looking at me, but past me

hat sent me stumblin

elled, his voice

sapphire dress, already stained, tore a little at the hem. The impact j

d even register t

p me, but sprinting, ful

the room, her eyes wide with terror, direct

, throwing his body over her

massive crystal fixture hit the ground, sending a

asp, then a ch

illed the air, ob

art s

Even in the face of

hing compared to the agony

still safe beneath him. He was covered in dust, a trickle of bl

h a primal relief, a tenderness that

even gla

n nothing. A casualty o

t made me cry out. I looked down and saw a jagged piece of crystal embedded

noticed. No

nd Brylee, the dramatic

t to me. It was Gage's grandmot

you alright?" she aske

sion. "I'm fine, Grandma," I lied, my

njured ankle. "Oh, my dear, you're bleedin

pering reassurances to her. He hadn't even looked for me. My husband, wh

lmost savage tug, I ripped it off, the clasp breaking. I looked at the glittering diamonds, a symbol of his hollo

said to his grandmoth

filled with sorrow. "I understand. I

ching, my heart bleeding, a figure emer

torn, but otherwise unharmed. Her eyes,

red, her voice chillingly sweet. "

rylee," I said, my vo

about Gage. He told me he found you... boring. That you were easy to manipulate. And that a

ing my deepest vulnerabilities to this woman,

g to a whisper, filled with a twisted delight. "How you imagined him, how you

hed over me. My face burned. My body tremb

ed out, though a part

ile playing on her lips. "Ask h

ing a series of photos. Private photos. Photos of me. Intimate photos, taken during mo

dramatic flourish, threw her phone to the ground, scattering the images for everyone

er voice echoing through the stunned