Part 3The Sterling Debt: Stolen by the Billionaire Who Forgot Me
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Silas tore the veil right off.
He stopped pretending. He told me he loved me.
A billionaire’s pursuit is always blunt and overwhelming.
Private jets, yachts, diamond gowns, rare art—if I could dream it, he could buy it.
And he wasn't exactly hard to look at, either.
Sharp features, broad shoulders, a narrow waist. He looked sophisticated when he smiled and dangerously innocent when he didn't. Every time I walked down the street with him, people looked at me like I’d won the lottery.
But I’m an honest person. I just didn't love him.
I thought, If this were a scam, I’d take him for every cent he’s worth.
But it wasn't.
I hated to admit that the mountain of gold and silver he piled up for me was actually built on genuine affection.
And according to the universe, deceiving a sincere heart is a cardinal sin.
So, after I rejected him for the hundredth time, he snapped.
He owned a waterfront estate with a soundproofed "panic room." Every time I tried to run, he’d drag me back there to "show me how much he cared."
Afterward, with his face still flushed, he’d force me to talk about marriage.
"Be my woman. I’ll give you the world," he’d say.
He threatened me. He told me if I didn't agree, he’d lock me up forever so I’d never see the sun again.
Of course, he said those things a thousand times and never actually did them.
Every time he caught me, he’d get so frustrated by my indifference that his eyes would turn red, looking like he was the one being bullied.
I usually stayed quiet for a while after that—mostly because I thought he looked incredibly sexy when he was on the verge of tears.
At first, the whole "cat and mouse" game was almost fresh.
But after a while, even I got bored.
I couldn't get away, and he couldn't bring himself to actually hurt me.
Besides, the estate was massive with plenty of unexplored corners; spending all my time in a cramped basement room wasn't practical.
So, on a beautiful, sunny afternoon, I married Silas Sterling.