The Billionaire's second choice

LYN ROS

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he cushion facing the bed with a c

tears once again

s outwardly features, how could someone look

member what

coming from his cigar, his seemed to relis

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nfully, I hated him so much,

silently asking me wh

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rom the mundane to absolutely catastrophic and it was

f fear and anger bubbling inside me. I knew this man, this bully who was now my boss, and I despised him with every fiber of my be

lingered, haunting me like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. I felt small and powerless in

s mercy, at the mercy of a man who took pleasure in my suffering. The thought filled me

ow could he be so callous, so heartless, to treat me with such cruelty? I wanted to scr

my pride, to bottle up my emotions and pretend like everything was fine. I was

er be the same. The pain and anguish he had inflicted on me had left scars that would never full

r course my veins,

e subject of

e to make my lif

him that deserved

I ever don

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to speak, my voice trembling wit

y making my life

is cigarette, his icy blue

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of his lips. The statement he made struck a nerve

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y frustration

o to deserve this

his chair, his exp

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d matter-

muses me to see you squirm a

o cruel, so heartless? I had never done anything to provoke such hatr

and for thi

voice rising wi

ag, your victim. I demand to be

nd that sent shive

me?" he taunted, his ey

fists, my reso

ound strength. "I will stand up to you, I wi

a dismissive wave of his hand, he stood up and walked towards the door. "We'll se

ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, to confront the bully w