A Deal With My Billionaire Husband

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e even with his hands still latched around my waist burning

I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, but I refused to let it show. I had s

reason"

d, stepping closer, hi

. "It doesn't matter anymore, we're divorced and if you don't m

et married, we're going to become a

ght hold of my hands, his eyes drilling into mine and he said "Did you

th caught in my throat, but I didn't dare look at him again. If I did,

my way back to the party. The warmth of the house enveloped me as I stepped

t of nowhere, her smile bright and insistent. "Helena, where have you

give a silly excuse and slip away f

like he had been carved specially by God, his eyes pierced me with their mysteriousness and while I tried not to gawk at th

ian, the man I

ian" I

o keep me engaged. But just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see D

e but to make him jealous and that was if he cared en

es at him before turning to my mother to give her a look which meant that her presence

h utmost curiosity. "So you've always been in A

stion to answer "Moved here two years

lied, letting my s

d you dance and

let dancer and honestly I'

y "How about you show me how good of a dancer you are and then

s smile, he was makin

to the dancefloor. His hands safely placed around my waist as he drew me closer to him and guiding the way our body moved in rhythm to the soft music. I caught a glimpse of Dante out of the c

s him in a party that my father was attending but I could pretend to just to rile D

got there I stopped in my tracks when I found Dante sitting on my bed, like he wa

nd walked over to me, invading my space once again w

men touching y

nd I wondered if he was joking but there

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