Chapter 327 Billionaire's Lies

• The sun filtered a reluctant angle over Eliana's headboard blinds, tinting the floor in pale golden stripes as if someone was trying to make amends for a bitter, long-fought battle. She was lying on her side, the crescent moon charm still amazing her palm, her fingers clenched around it as if it might prevent her heart from breaking into fragments.
• But there was reality—that her heart was already broken. In more than one place.
• Tap. Light. Soothing.