Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 12 of 8 His breath brushes against my cheek, warm and intoxicating. “To see if you could handle the truth,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “And you failed.” My heart drops. “Failed? What are you even talking about?” I can feel the walls closing in. The way he looks at me—it’s both electric and terrifying. He smirk...
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 12 of 8 “Not using you, testing you.” He leans closer, his breath hot against my cheek. “I had to know if you’d love me for me, or my money.” My stomach churns. “A test? You put my heart through a blender for a test?” I shove him hard, my palms slapping against his chest. He doesn’t move. A rock, unyielding. “You think t...
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 12 of 8 “Not using you, Sophie. I was testing you,” he says, eyes narrowing. The air is electric, suffocating. I can barely comprehend his arrogance. “A test?” I echo, disbelief twisting my stomach. My heart pounds as he steps closer, invading my space. I can see the flicker of vulnerability in his icy gaze, but it vanishes too fast. “You had to prove you weren’t just after my money,” he says, his words slicing through me. “I needed to know if you’d stick around when things got tough.” I recoil, hurt flashing across my face. “You think I’m just some gold digger? That I’d—” He interrupts, his voice rising. “You were about to marry a broke guy! Who wouldn’t question your loyalty?” My breath hitches. “That w...
Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 12 of 8 “Not using you, Sophie. I was testing you,” he says, eyes narrowing. The air is electric, suffocating. I can barely comprehend his arrogance. “A test?” I echo, disbelief twisting my stomach. My heart pounds as he steps closer, invading my space. I can see the flicker of vulnerability in his icy gaze, but it vanishes too fast. “You had to prove you weren’t just after my money,” he says, his words slicing through me. “I needed to know if you’d stick around when things got tough.” I recoil, hurt flashing across my face. “You think I’m just some gold digger? That I’d—” He interrupts, his voice rising. “You were about to marry a broke guy! Who wouldn’t question your loyalty?” My breath hitches. “That w...
literally just found out my friends think I am the one who gets way too attached to fictional characters. like, I built a shrine for a video game character that doesn't even exist. like, candles, pictures, the whole thing. now I’m questioning if my obsession with their made-up life means I should actually get a therapist or just keep throwing them birthday parties in my head.