My Billionaire Hand
Julie Dave, Fullen Angelle
So I say three words that change everything: “I’m with Kendrik.”
The table goes silent. Because Kendrik Blackwood owns it.
I’m a dealer. A single mom. And I just claimed the most dangerous billionaire in the room as mine.
He should be furious.
Instead, he plays along. Then he keeps playing.
His estate. His world. His rules.
My eleven-year-old son is asking questions I can’t answer.
And Kendrik is making room for him like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.
He controlled every variable in every room for fifteen years.
Then I walked in.
Now his variables are rearranging themselves around me. And neither of us knows how to fold.
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