Page 355 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

The Devil wears many faces, her nanny had once told her.

And it used to be that his favorite mask was that of her mother's face.

But now, it was something else.

Now, he sought to harm the professor, and the Devil's mask was of Diana's face.

Him

THE MOMENT THE PROFESSORsaw Diana's name flash on his screen and his phone started ringing, he knew.

He already knew.

He fucking knew.

"Hello?"

"I'm sorry."

And there it goddamn was.

The defeated sound of her voice.

Like she had already made up her mind to leave him.

It made him want to drive his fist into the wall, made him fucking want to roar to the heavens, WHY, GOD, WHY?

Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?

But because he loved her, his first thought was for her and of her.

"Are you safe?" he asked harshly.

"Matthijs—-"

"Answer the goddamn question!"

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