Page 44 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

SHE WALKED ALONE. SHEhad always walked alone on this street, which was the shortest and most isolated path leading back to the school. But somehow, none of those times had felt as empty and lonely like how she was feeling now.

In her mind, she could still hear Damen demanding that she listen to him – that she let him explain.

“You don’t understand,” Damen had said.

She shook her head. “No. It’s you who don’t understand. I love you—-”

“For God’s sake, Mairi! You’ve known me for what – three fucking days? And now you’re telling me you fucking love me? Do you know how fucking crazy that sounds?”

Yes, she knew. She had always known it sounded crazy. But she had grown up believing that someone like Damen Leventis would walk into her life, make her fall in love with him, and then they’d live happily ever after.

Maybe itwascrazy. But was it so fucking wrong? Was she so wrong to believe that the kind of fairytales she believed in, the ones that had Greek billionaires in it instead of Prince Charming – was she so fucking wrong to want to believe that those fairy tales could also come true?

She hadn’t bothered explaining after that.

She had simply left.

And now—-

Velvet and Mandy were waiting for her by the gates. She didn’t know how they knew she was coming and couldn’t make herself ask. All she knew was that she had reached the end of her tether.

“Mairi?”

The sound of her name, spoken by someone who cared – who really cared for her – was all it took to have her breaking down.

Mairi sobbed, falling to the ground on her knees, unable to stop the harsh heavy sobs that shook her body.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt so much because she had believed in the fairytale. And the fairytale did happen. She had met her Greek billionaire and had fallen in love with him. But what she didn’t count on was what could happen if the same Greek billionaire did not want to live happily ever after with her.

Part II

The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire

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