Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Chapter 3

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er like a weak painkiller. It took the edge off, but the ache was still there. She was wal

oe!

who it was. She could smell his cologne-that cheap, musky

nnen stood there, his hair a mess, dark circles

o me. What you saw yesterday... it was a mistake. I was dr

her arm, then up at his fa

ng her path. "I love you, Chloe. Not

ve," Chloe said, her voice flat. "S

" He held up the manila envelope. "I was waiting for you near check-in and saw you arguing with security. I figured

ful. He expected her to melt, to see him as the knight in shining armor

nd pulled out her real ID, the plastic one the mysterious stranger had

Brennen," she said, her voice

d at the ID, his jaw slack. "Ho

She stepped around him, her shoulder brush

burning into her back, but she didn't care. The satisfaction was brief, a ti

. The adrenaline faded, leaving her exhausted and hollow. She pulled ou

he only person who had helped her in the last twelve ho

he intercom crackled. "Flight 104 t

smoothed her uniform, and pasted on her

away. His face was red, his pride stinging. He

he moment the call connected. "Some

ulating. "Don't worry about it, Bren. If she wants to play hard to get

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Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Cait Romance

“A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.”