The billionaire's cure
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"You know what? Your expression when playing chess looks like you're about to murder someone," I laugh, cornering his king. "Checkmate."
In that moment, I catch a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by a dark emotion I can't quite decipher.
He stands abruptly, his tall figure looming over me. "No one wins at my game, Miss Valencia. No one."
Oliver Kang, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire, carries a secret beneath his icy exterior—a rare condition that makes human touch unbearable, leaving him isolated in a world of wealth and power. His life of calculated precision shatters the night he catches Dallas Valencia attempting to steal from his mansion.
Their deal is simple: work as his maid or face the police. But when Oliver discovers something impossible—that Dallas's touch doesn't trigger his painful reactions—his carefully constructed walls begin to crumble.
Dallas Valencia never planned to become the personal maid to New York's coldest billionaire. With an empty bank account and a stubborn spirit, she accepts his ultimatum, determined to endure his arrogance until she can escape. What she never expected was to become the only person who could physically touch him—the cure to his lifelong affliction.
"What have you done to me?" he traps me against the wall one night, his voice low and raspy. "Why is it only you?"
In that moment, I catch a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by a dark emotion I can't quite decipher.
He stands abruptly, his tall figure looming over me. "No one wins at my game, Miss Valencia. No one."
Oliver Kang, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire, carries a secret beneath his icy exterior—a rare condition that makes human touch unbearable, leaving him isolated in a world of wealth and power. His life of calculated precision shatters the night he catches Dallas Valencia attempting to steal from his mansion.
Their deal is simple: work as his maid or face the police. But when Oliver discovers something impossible—that Dallas's touch doesn't trigger his painful reactions—his carefully constructed walls begin to crumble.
Dallas Valencia never planned to become the personal maid to New York's coldest billionaire. With an empty bank account and a stubborn spirit, she accepts his ultimatum, determined to endure his arrogance until she can escape. What she never expected was to become the only person who could physically touch him—the cure to his lifelong affliction.
"What have you done to me?" he traps me against the wall one night, his voice low and raspy. "Why is it only you?"
