Part 3The Billionaire’s Little Secret: From Trophy Girl to the Throne
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When Sarah tried to dig deeper, I played it off and changed the subject.
But my mind was racing.
Everett and I had a signed contract.
In public, we were the perfect, doting couple—I was the buffer to handle his overbearing parents and the socialites throwing themselves at him.
In private, I was just the girl he kept in his penthouse.
But now, he’s getting married?
Who is he marrying?
And does our contract still mean anything?
My head started to throb. Everything felt like a mess.
I downed two more drinks to numb the anxiety and headed to the dance floor to blow off some steam.
As I stood up, I noticed a commotion at the entrance of the club.
I instinctively looked over and saw a group of elite young men and women walking in.
One man stood out—tall, refined, and radiating an effortless nobility. The strobing club lights hit his face—a face that looked like it had won the genetic lottery.
The people around him were practically gravitating toward him.
Wait.
Holy crap.
What is Everett doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be at a "usual spot" with some girl?