THE BILLIONAIRE'S GAME OF HEARTS

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rdened by truths. Her eyes, which were once so familiar, to

ow that my feelings for you have never faded," she said earnestly. "The relationships you had with Victor and Noah in school were a facade, a way to hide our true relationship.

u meant Jane," I said, hoping for

asked you to decline their proposals because I missed having you Mary.

motives. However, having gotten to know JJane'sway of communicat

iblings love to offer help without not getting s

place forming answers within reach while opening up more questions on wha

rnestness. "Mary, I'm not sure. I care for you deeply

g myself, our eyes met as she spoke those words. "I am married

memories coming back like waves hitting us over and again. Putting some distance between ourselves, I felt something go up washing away ev

an arm around while caressing mine softly. A surge bubbling out of irritation at this point,

skepticism showed clearly in my ey

ily dinner planned for two days from now and I'd love it if

hanging in the air between us. The game of truth versus deception continued to leave me

complexities - one that had unfolded unexpectedly due to Johnson's sickness which plunged

Johnson's health took an unexpected detour. The surge in medical bills nudged me to search for employme

uation shamelessly. Unable to endure any longer such maltreatment from our workplace leader on

es kept following like unwelcome clones due to being perceived by opportunists t

hy God blessed one type of body or face shape over another among other things unavoidable daily situations faced when experiencing trivia

tion as a full-time sex worker which contrasted with mine. She provided me with valuable counsel on sec

mained steadfast in upholding my principles, s

ets we possessed while also acquiring funding from a bank. However,

y posed a bewildering situation. The notion of them making such drastic changes to their li

icago solely because of me. Choosing among them proved daunting as each possessed u

hen; presenting an opportunity to unravel his proposal over dinner at one of its popular re

aring my outfit for an upcoming evening with Victor. Though I accepted it readily enough,

nearby restaurant before dinner with Victor commenced. As we embarked on our journ

te red hue made it all more special. Laying out each intricate detail carefully upon my bed brought an irrep

traps that hugged around curves perfectly without fail or exception- something only quality clothing can provide! The oddity o

ready seated and appeared uneasy with the sudden attention that followed

uncomfortable silence in the establishment. Couples plucked from their c

married." Taking a seat opposite him, he seemed surprised at how opulent

inion about what I wore, I asked why had

mbled upon months ago, rekindling memories of our previous association. Th

spouse. As our exchange progressed, I reached out and grasped Noah's right hand on the table while gently

ut any binding agreement. This unspoken bond brought a new dim