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s hit hard i

ded as I sat up, my eyes burning from hours of crying. The raw soreness in them was a cruel reminder of the mess my life ha

olve anything. But the weight in my chest refused to go away. My mind, traitorous as always,

n Gre

t, billionaire who had been the cause of my bad

. People like Damian had the world handed to them on a silver platter. They didn

l bed clawed its way back to the surfac

but the kidney has been al

'd found out why-some wealthy family had pulled strings to secure the kidney for their loved

t know for sure if Damian had been involved in that, but

ng enough to shake me out of this dark spiral. I grabbed my coat, st

ghting and the smell of freshly baked pastries. As soon as I stepped insid

en I s

n Gre

e. The sunlight streaming through the glass seemed to highlight every sharp angle of his s

and walked out. But no-I wasn't going to let hi

but glance at him again. He was scrolling through his phone now, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk I

have to sm

it and, without fully thinking it th

Greyson?" I asked, my tone

beautiful, that was an undeniable fact. For a moment

e said, leaning back in his chair

. I just wanted to see if you're always this insufferab

et about losing your job, are we? Let m

e cup tightening. "Beg? For you? Don't make me laugh.

" he said coolly, "I've found that people who complain the lou

ger, frustration, and humiliation broke. My

aking into his perfect white shirt and d

ent dead silent, the only sound the faint hi

down his now-ruined shirt. His eyes w

ce low and menacing, "you've j

h. The realization of what I'd

ut shaky, barely audib

is mouth twitching as if he was fight

I couldn't find the words to defend myself

m fu