Chapter 67 Fake Billionaire, Damaged Boyfriend 23
- I wince, hearing his words and feeling them prick my soul like a single needle against the world’s largest balloon. I fall onto my palms, panting in agony that far exceeds physical pain. Emotional turmoil is like fire in my throat, and ice in my veins.
- The saddest part is that Alek is right.
- This is all a façade with Dimitri.