Stole My Name to Date A Billionaire by Mark Twain 7
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Kaia let out a perfectly timed sob, then turned to me.
“Seraphina, you stole my identity to become Gray’s girlfriend-why couldn’t you even cherish him properly?”
“You saw him in danger and chose to dodge.”
“All I ever wanted was for him to be happy. Why couldn’t you give him even that much?”
“Just admit it! You never loved him! You only wanted the title of Mrs. Blackwell!”
Grayson’s chest heaved violently. He looked at Kaia, then whipped back around to stare me down:
“Did you ever feel anything real for me? Even once?”
I met his eyes-practically murderous now-thought about it for a second, then shook my head seriously.
“Mr. Blackwell, I think you’re confused about something.”
“What we had was a business arrangement. Not love.”
“Your resources, my product. Mutual benefit. Hasn’t it been working out great?”
“Good…” Grayson forced the word through clenched teeth.
Love, hate, possessiveness, and the urge to destroy-all of it twisted together in his eyes.
He suddenly laughed-cold, manic.
He stopped looking at me and walked to Kaia’s bedside. Right in front of me, he gently brushed her hair.
“Kaia. You’ve been wronged.”
“From today on, I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve.”
Then he turned back to me, eyes filled with nothing but pure, unfiltered malice.
“Seraphina Morgan, you think my love is cheap?”
“Then let me show you how expensive my hate is.”
“Everything you gained through the Morgan family name and that face-I’ll destroy it one piece at a time.”
“I’m gonna make you beg me on your knees.”
“Beg me to love you.”
Grayson’s revenge came faster than I’d imagined.
Morgan Pharma’s stock price nosedived out of nowhere.
Suppliers we’d worked with for over a decade pulled out en masse.
Chapter 7
Banks called in loans without warning.
The internet exploded with hit pieces on my weight-loss formula-claiming it had banned ingredients, caused cancer.
I pulled every string I had trying to fix it, clarify things.
But against the Blackwell empire? I was nothiing.
When Dad called, his voice carried a fatigue and panic I’d never heard before.
I just stared out the window and said calmly.
“Dad, don’t worry.”
“Just hold on a little longer. Things will turn around.”
A few days later, Sterling Blackwell’s 70th birthday banquet.
I got an invitation too.
The hall was packed. Designer gowns, expensive cologne.
Grayson made a grand entrance with Kaia on his arm.
He was dressed sharp as ever, all that familiar arrogance in his expression.
But his eyes held a trace of irritation he couldn’t quite hide.
Kaia wore haute couture, clinging to his side. Every glance she shot me dripped with provocation.
But not long after the party started.
That perfect smile on Kaia’s face froze for just a second.
Because she noticed-Grayson’s eyes kept drifting. Toward me.
He seemed to be fighting it hard. But every few minutes, his gaze would slip back in my direction.
That look was complicated.
Resentment. Frustration.
And a hint of longing he didn’t even realize was there.
But I stayed calm the whole time.
And that calm clearly got under his skin.
Once again, Grayson’s eyes landed on me. Lingered a little too long.
Kaia’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it got sweeter.
But in her downcast eyes, something cold and venomous flickered.
She subtly signaled a server nearby.
Chapter 7
Moments later.
The server “accidentally” dumped an entire tray of red wine all over Kaia’s pristine white dress.
“Oh my god! Ms. Ashford! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The server’s face went pale.
Kaia gasped, staring down at her soaked dress, then looked up at Grayson with those pitiful eyes.
Grayson patted her hand, called over a maid to take her to a guest room.
“It’s fine. Go change.”
Kaia followed the maid out.
Minutes ticked by.
Half an hour passed. She still wasn’t back.
Grayson frowned, stood up. “I’ll go check on her.”
A bunch of nosy guests trailed after him.
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