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kfast. I looked up from where I lied with Saint by my side, my palm still resting gently over his tiny hand. His face was p

ipping it toward me. "Good auntie, I'm not going with him. He's

d someone. And I knew that kind of loneliness. I'd lived it. I still lived it. I looked up at the man who claimed to be

commands like he owned the world. "So what if you're his father?" I shot back before I could stop myself. Gasps fluttered through the room like

was his shield. Not when this... this arrogant Greek god in designer loafers looked at his son like he was an inconvenience. "It d

dropped an octave. His forehead pulsed with a thick, throbbing vein that warned me I might've poked a lion. Good. "Had you been a good father," I said, tak

"Hold up. This boy isn't just some child," he muttered. "He did this on purpose. He planned this." I blinked, confused. What kind of father says that? "Because I refused to let him go on a class trip," he continued, half to

And that jaw? Sculpted. Dangerous. I gave myself a mental slap. Focus, May. Focus. "Who are you?" I snapped, lifting my chin. "Is your face printed on the dollar bills or

who I am?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm May Hemlings. The first daughter of the Hemlings family. Ever heard of us?" I stood taller, praying my kn

of Bells Corporation. Ring a bell?" I froze. No. That John Bells? The cold-hearted billionaire who ruled the business world with a Rolex-wrapped fist? The same man whose name haunted headlines and b

y. You're safe as long as we're together." He cuddled up to my side like a little lion cub. My heart melted. "Awww, Thank you," I whispered, wrapping my a

did all this for money?" I wheezed between gasps. "You really think I give a damn about your zeroes?" He looked confused. Annoyed. Embarrassed, maybe. "I'm the eldest Miss of

any woman would turn down a million dollars. Saint grabbed his notepad again. "Dad, stop doing this. Or I'll leave with Auntie." John f

nd then I tore it in half. Right in front of him. Ripped that check li

or your cheque." He stared at the shredded paper on the floor. Then at me. Then, withou