One Night With The Cold Billionaire Boss

ry, while Dessa patiently comforted him in her pre-booked room all night. It wasn't until this morning that they saw Audrey walking out

he choked on her sobs, unable to form a sentence. Her throat felt like it wa

d you were busy having a wild night with some random guy!" His voice echoed sharply do

s and was always rejected, yet she easily climbed into another man's bed. The betrayal was agonizing. He couldn't accept a g

t drunk and walked into the wrong room? He wouldn't believe it. And even if he did, she was already ruin

llar of her dress down, exposing the expansive canvas of bruises and her pale skin. The f

was the one who had been hurt and needed comfort, but the man she loved was rubbing salt in her wounds. She didn't expect forgiveness, bu

slut!" Alvie swung his arm and deliver

She was stunned by the blow, standing motionless for a long time. Her cheek burned with a fierce, ra

e ice. He turned on his heel and walked away, disgusted by the sight of the "dirty" woman.

r did she beg for his forgiveness. But then, a

th it. Let me take you to breakfast, okay..." The voice was dripping w

d. Dessa hadn't shown a shred of concern for Audrey's current state, yet was overly attentive to her heartbroken boyf

ds like this, who needed enemies? If Dessa really did this, she would face karma! Audrey struggled to accept that she had been framed by her closest fri

macy, bought a Plan B pill, and swallowed it, pretending nothing had happened. The bitter tast

solve everything, but a m

ht fever, and her period was late. She assumed the trauma of that night, the breakup, and her heavy workload had simply made her sick. She only went to the

a thunderbolt: she was perf

ication wasn't a 100% guarantee. The statistics the doctor quoted had b