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Loving The Cruel Billionaire

"We had a deal, miss Miller. Your body for my time". Jason's raven eyes locked on hers and her lips parted to speak but closed almost immediately with a gulp. She’d impulsively agreed to his terms to avoid being kicked out, but was he truly serious about getting down to it? And here of all places?! “Mr. Timberlake”, she met his cold, stiff gaze with a hesitant smirk knowing well that stalling for time would be futile. A single trickle of sweat streaming down the side of her face as she carefully rephrased her next few words. “How about we change the terms slightly?”. “No”. He replied almost nonchalantly, getting up to trail around the glass desk to where the woman sat. The bulge in his pants only heightening his imposing appearance, causing Veronica’s heart to race. “Now get on your knees, or get out”. ______________ Veronica Miller, a twenty-five year old brunette who couldn't keep up with with her bills decides to do a one time stand-in job where she pretends to be someone else. Unfortunately, she the job wasn’t as simple as showing up as she was mistaken for a hired sex worker. She crosses paths with cold, merciless billionaire-Jason Timberlake whose the type to work someone to the bone till a debt is repaid. Trapped between her own fragile sanity and the need to get her life back on track, Veronica dances to his tune while trying to juggle her personal relationships. But just how much can she take before she breaks? _________ Jason Timberlake, the cold and distant heir to a vast business empire, was trained by his ruthless father to suppress personal emotions. However, everything changes when Veronica enters his life. Both haunted by their troubled pasts, an undeniable connection forms between them. Jason finds himself torn between the intense emotions he's begun to feel and the potential consequences of letting Veronica into his carefully constructed world. But then again, in the dangerous dance of love and desire, some rules are meant to be broken.

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Selfish Choices

The hospital room had a plain and sterile look. It had white walls, bright but dull lights, and that clean, antiseptic smell in the air. In the center of the room, a woman in her fifties sat propped up on the bed, her back gently resting against the headboard. A thin, transparent drip line connected to her wrist, silently delivering the fluids she needed. A weak but reassuring smile played on her lips despite the frown on her son's face.

Jason, her eldest son, stood up from the chair beside her bed. His arms were tightly folded across his chest, a clear sign of his frustration. He couldn't believe that his mother had collapsed at home, and he was struggling to wrap his head around the fact that his younger brother, Anthony, hadn't shown the common sense to bring her to the hospital.

The butler had been the one to call the ambulance and even accompany the vehicle as Anthony claimed to have important school 'assignments'.