Mr Billionaire's Broken Heart

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, but it did little to temper the fire raging inside of him. Chaos. Disorder. A psychopath on the security team. He had built h

n there

hy she unsettled him so much. Most people were terrified of him, their eyes dropping to the floor or their voices stumbl

. It invited chaos, and chaos was something he could

driver, an older man named Frank who had been with him for years, raised a questio

d. "You cou

s staring at her drink, her cheeks flushed with what Aiden assumed was residual embarrassment

ociate?" Frank as

for even looking twice. People were supposed to be insignificant, just like the numbers and re

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g. Her coffee had gone cold, but she kept taking tiny sips, hoping it would

t day of university, not reliving her humiliation with Seattle's most unreachable bachelor. She groane

ht, sassy voice pulled

he wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans, and her confidence practically oozed from every pore. The

mas," the girl said, tilting her head. "Or

f guard. "Uh, neither. Ju

I'm Sasha, by the way." She extended a hand, her gr

own grip still a little weak.

Seattle, where billionaires apparently think they own the sidewalks. I saw Mr.

tension in her chest loosening sli

t breaking something. People say he's still bitter about the fiancée who left him at the altar. But, you know, that's just gossip." She l

's humor was infectious, and it felt good to laugh again, even if

traumatized. You look like you could use a proper introduction to this city." She stood up, grabbing Nevaeh's hand

sist. Besides, she desperately needed a distraction. "S

ffee shop, pulled along by the fiery redhead. He didn't realize h

ir?" Frank asked, always ca

Nevaeh's laughter from his head. She was just some girl, a nobody in his world. But the way she had looked at

d, his voice clipped. "Ju

al to-do list he carried everywhere. Meetings, contracts, negotiations. Things he

t help but wonder why it felt like he'd just stepped i