The love that killed me, the billionaire who saved me

ht of love and tenderness, not betrayal. Earlier that evening, Jane had found a set of divorce papers. Though she had tried to convince herself they were not m

very desperate gasp felt weak. She refused to let him see her break down. Before Daniel

ly took out her phone and texted Lucy, her adopted si

e rooftop. I'm stranded.

tes-Lucy arrived. Adjusting her gown and showing calm conc

know if I'm imagining things or if it was real...

y urged her, "Calm down, Jan

ce clearly-she had her back turned. But I saw them together, and it wasn't just a casual meeting. They were close, full of passion, des

passing through her eyes. Then she teased softly, "So, what did you do whe

couldn't do anything. I just ran. I w

onade. "Here, Jane. I know you're hurting.

the glass. "Oh, Lucy, thank you. I do

s, the need to wait a couple more years to clear them, and even about the possibility of forgiv

a promise to revive the failing business, there was only one condition: Jane had to marry him. Only eighteen and newly enrolled in law school, Jane was forced into the marriage for the sake of her family. She agreed, on the promise that Daniel would help her finish her degree. But after their marriage, Daniel made her drop out and slowly

he world began to spin, and her vision blurred. "Lucy... I think I need to sit down some

as the dizziness overwhelmed her. She reached out and gripped the cold iron railing,

But she was falling. Her fingers scrambled in the air until they finally caught the railing at the last possible moment. Dangling there, the city lights blurred below her

se, someone help!" Her voic

as nowhere

f to get help? Her arms trembled and her grip weakened. The cold metal bit into her palms

r with a shard of glass from her spilled lemonade. The burning sting made her grip falter. "I can't hold

cefully. Her fingers scraped against the rough railing; her skin burned and her na

s she had once held dear. "Mom... Dad... I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud... I'm sorry I couldn't clear your name...

ooner-if only she had looked into Daniel's eyes before this all went wrong. T

dim hallway. There, he stood with a mysterious woman whose face remained hidden in the shadows. The woman leaned close, and their bodies pressed together in a way that spoke of secret passion. Daniel's eyes held a fire that was not mea

The last thing she saw was a figure on the rooftop-an old man on the phone, staring down at her. A single, des

only four words escaped be

nt to