The Billionaire's Twisted Love Book 3: Loved by You

Loved by You

The Billionaire’s Twisted Love: Book 3

Wanitta Praks

Wanitta Praks Media

Copyright © 2019 by Wanitta Praks

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Loved By You

The Billionaire’s Twisted Love Book 3

Author: Wanitta Praks

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Contents

Loved By You

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Maid to the Mafia

Prologue

Delivery Service

Brains before Beauty

The Mafia and His Maiden

A Mafia’s First Love

The Billionaire’s Twisted Love

Baby Be Mine

Boss Lady

Let Me Love You

Her Majesty & The Four Kings

Books by Wanitta Praks

About the Author

To all my fans,

Who stayed with me until the end. You guys are my supporters and motivators. Without you, I couldn’t finish this story. Enjoy Kimberly and Julian’s final journey in Loved by You.

Loved By You

The Billionaire’s Twisted Love Book 3

The conclusion to Kimberly and Julian’s love story

You captivated me. You trapped me. And now I am bound to you. Now and forever.

Julian Devereux. So strong and courageous on the outside yet so fragile and sensitive on the inside. My damaged prince. How long will you let the past destroy you? How long will you let those secrets torment you?

Let it go. Take my hand and we will escape together, escape to a future filled with love.

But is letting go the hardest decision to make? Or is there something else holding you back?

Whatever choice you make, I will stand by your side.

But never in my life did I anticipate such a violent ending to our story.

Chapter 1

They say Miami is a city that never sleeps. That is true. Outside, I could hear the bustling sounds of party goers, and the drums beating on the beach.

Those sounds burst forward with joy. But the beat of my heart playing at that moment was of a distinctly different tune, a song that conjured up images of death and a lifetime of misery. I could feel it in the pulse of my blood, pounding away at the fear lingering in my heart.

I bit my lips, fingers agitatedly clutching at my coat, gaze anxiously lifting to that red-lit box above the double doors that read ‘operation in progress.’

It was 3:00 in the morning. I was exhausted and shattered beyond belief. My stark white shirt was stained blood red; my hair a mess, I hadn’t had rest in ten hours; but none of those things mattered. My only thought was of the man lying on that operating table.

My legs finally gave out and I slid down the chair behind me, pulling my cellphone to glance at the time again. Exhaustion hit me then, shattering my resolve to carry on. My legs screamed to rest, my eyes begged to be closed, but I stayed awake, each and every few seconds flicking back to my cellphone.

Two minutes had gone by. Anxiety rushed through me, filling me with dread, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. It was the taste of the fear of not being able to see Julian again.

Julian Devereux, my knight in shining armor, my dark prince. He was the man I fell for at first sight three years ago. I was first captivated by his thick black hair, dark obsidian eyes, and his meek character. He was everything I’d ever dreamt of in a man. And three years later, I saw him again, in Miami.

I fell for him all over again. We danced, we made love. We were the perfect couple, totally in love. I’d completely fallen for him... so deep.

But never had I thought this prince of mine hid a dark secret, a plan to avenge his family because of what they’d done to his mother, Caitlin. And his main center piece was me. I was his pawn.

But despite knowing this fact now, I’d still fall for him, over and over. I was trapped by him, completely intoxicated by him. Even if I wanted out, there was no way out. My heart was stuck. And when the truth was revealed last night, I knew then I was the only one who could save him from himself. I would be his savior, the one who’d break through his dark façade and bring him back to the world of sanity. But most of all, it was because I loved him, and was loved by him.

I clasped my hands together, praying, wishing that everything would be all right during the operation.

It had to be. It just had to be. I didn’t think I could ever function again if something were to happen to him.

A hand grasped mine. I looked up to see Caitlin, Julian’s mother. She was sitting beside me, a white scarf covering half of her face. She was also a patient here at Miami Hospital.

He’s going to be all right, child.

Her voice sounded confident and brave, as if she knew Julian would be fine, but her hands betrayed her. They shook ever so slightly as they came to clutch mine. I knew then Caitlin was as worried and scared as I was.

A mother had the right to be worried for her son, just as his girlfriend did. I believed I did the best I could. I’d alerted Caitlin as soon as the ambulance took us to Miami Hospital. And she was right there, waiting outside, face ashen like I was. And now, here we were; anxious companions, each waiting for that door to open, to reveal to us the good news. We’d support each other. We’d go through this ordeal together, Caitlin and I, for the sake of our loved one, our special person, Julian Devereux.

I held onto those shaky hands, stilling them, and gave her a weak smile, then flicked my gaze back to the double doors. I couldn’t do much else except to close my eyes and pray for Julian, pray for him to survive, pray for him to come back to me.

One minute ticked by. Two minutes. Another five minutes slowly slid past.

How long? How much longer? We had been waiting for three hours now.

I couldn’t bear this any longer. The fear I’d tried to tuck away in the corner kept taunting me. I bit my lips to stop myself from screaming. Suddenly, the door to the operating theater opened and Drew walked out. Caitlin and I both rushed to him, eagerly wanting to hear the result.

Please, tell me he’s okay, Drew. Please. I clasped his arm.

Drew quickly removed his mask and smiled tiredly at me, then at Caitlin. He’s fine, Kimberly.

I want to see him, Drew. Can I go see him?

Drew sighed, looking at my dark hollow eyes. Kimberly, you should get some sleep. You’ve been here for almost five hours straight.

Please, Drew, I want to see him. I... I broke down.

I prided myself on being strong, the queen in every game I’d played, but tonight, I’d hit my limit.

I collapsed onto the chair behind me, exhaustion finally taking control. But I didn’t completely succumb to it yet. I had one more mission to complete before I could go home to rest.

Please let me see Julian, Drew. I... I need to see him. Then I’ll go.

Kimberly. Caitlin held my hand again, as support.

I want to see him, Caitlin, I told her. I needed to see him, to assure my heart that he was alive, that he was breathing again, that I’d be able to live with him again.

I do, too. But he’s just came out of the operation...

Even just a glimpse is enough for me, Caitlin, I expressed my need. I turned back to Drew. Please, Drew.

He’s in the intensive care unit, Drew finally relented, heaving a sigh. You both have to wear sterile disposable gowns.

Drew led us to the intensive care unit. We put on our gowns, gelled our hands, and followed him in.

A strong, astringent, sterile smell hit my senses, followed by the image of Julian, deathly pale lying on that hospital bed, with oxygen attached to his nostrils and an IV machine beside him. Machines beeped and bleeped around me.

The world we’d experienced just hours prior was a total contrast to this one. Pain, tears, words of forgiveness, a lifetime of love, promises to one another, only to be shattered completely by a single bullet to Julian’s chest. And now here he was, lying so still, hardly moving his chest, little to show he was alive, save for the sound of the monitor.

Are you sure he’s all right? I asked Drew, teary eyes. I didn’t want to cry. I had to be strong, but I couldn’t help the tears, seeing Julian this helpless.

He’ll recover, Kimberly. It was a successful operation.

I wanted to touch Julian, lay beside him, put my ear next to his chest, listen to the sound of his heartbeat, but I couldn’t do any of those things. All I could do was helplessly watch him sleep on that bed, while more of my tears uncontrollably slid forth.

Kimberly. Drew’s voice broke through my hazy mind. Let’s have coffee. I want to know what happened.

Caitlin held me tight. I looked into her eyes, burning questions asking to be answered. Yes, she too, wanted to know how her son had ended up in the hospital with a bullet to his chest.

Yes, these were the very questions, and I wanted answers, too. What happened? Why was Julian shot? And who did it?

Could it be Josh? Could Julian’s family be so twisted as to plot and assassinate each other for the sake of that legacy?

These questions plagued my mind, and even when Drew put a cup of steaming flat white in front of me, I still hadn’t found the answer to those questions.

I don’t know, Drew, Caitlin. I don’t know how it happened. We were together in Julian’s private retreat and then he was shot. I... Tears flooded my sight and my vision became blurred. I wiped my eyes to clear my vision but they went blurry again.

It was no use. It was just no use. I’d completely lost my composure.

It’s okay, Kimberly. I’m sorry to put pressure on you. I was just puzzled when you came in with your boyfriend. He held my hand, grasping me gently, as Caitlin had done before, giving me support as a good friend should.

You should go home. Caitlin gave her verdict.

I want to stay, I told her, trying my best to compose myself.

Caitlin is right, Kimberly. He’s in special care now. When he’s released into the ward, we’ll get you a room with him.

Thank you, Drew.

Has all his family been contacted?

Caitlin fidgeted beside me. I knew immediately she didn’t want anyone knowing who she was. I clasped her hand under the table, giving her my support. If Julian didn’t want to reveal the identity of his birth mother yet, then it wasn’t my place to announce it.

"Yes. I’ve left