The Billionaire's Touch Is My Antidote

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I worked myself to the bone to fund my boyfriend's startup and take care of my severely ill sister. But when I went to a club to find him, I caught him making out with my best friend. "Once I gift-wrap Gwen for that big shot at Crawford's firm, my seed funding is a done deal." He even mocked my crippling haphephobia, laughing to my best friend about how I was an ice queen who couldn't stand being touched. That same night, my world truly collapsed when my sister's heart failed. The only surgeon who could save her was booked for years, and the medical bills were an astronomical joke. With zero savings left because my ex had drained our joint account, I was utterly alone. Desperate, I went to the Wall Street predator my ex had mentioned—Kingston Crawford—and offered myself as payment to save my sister. I expected pure torture, bracing for the violent panic attacks my phobia always triggered. But when Kingston's cold hands pinned me down, the strangest thing happened. Nothing. No panic. No nausea. This ruthless billionaire was somehow the walking antidote to my deep-rooted trauma. He treated me like a cheap transaction, a toy he owned, and the humiliation was suffocating. But if I had already sold my soul to the devil to save my sister, why should I just be his victim? Following my psychiatrist friend's crazy advice, I decided to take control. I sent Kingston a text, inviting him to my tiny apartment for dinner. It was time to flip the script and make the first move.