Hayes' POV
Bianca's words at the dining table had cut deep, making me feel like a bad guy. I was a decent guy and yes… a billionaire, not some kind of woman trafficker. I had treated her with respect and kindness, and this was how she repaid me?
I paced back and forth in my bedroom, trying to calm myself down. But my anger and frustration only seemed to grow with each passing moment.
Just as I was starting to feel like I was going to explode, there was a knock at the door. It was Bianca.
"Come in," I called out, trying to sound calmer than I felt.
Bianca entered the room, looking hesitant and unsure of herself. "Mr Hayes, I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. It wasn't fair of me to say those things."
I looked at her, feelin
