“You’re mine, Lily. I don’t care about your age or your past. You belong to me now.”
William looked deep into my eyes with that smoldering stare, and I melted into his arms as his lips pressed down on my neck.
It no longer mattered that he was old enough to be my father, or that he was my friend’s dad. All that mattered was that he was about to consume me.
And I would let him.

***
In the world of art and love, Lily and William's passionate journey unfolds. As Lily's paintings captivate the globe, their love is tested by a vengeful ex-wife and a dangerous art thief. Together, they navigate fame, deception, and the power of their shared dreams. A gripping tale of resilience and the bond between two hearts, will their love survive the shadows threatening to consume them?

Billionaire Daddy’s Little Artist is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist

I rubbed my eyes as I walked up the stairs to Rick's office. I had not slept well. I’d tossed and turned all night and it was catching up to me, now. It was strange not having Lily beside me since I had become accustomed to her presence not only with me during the day but sleeping next to me at night. I hated the fact that I couldn't pull her to my side. Her absence was even more apparent because she had been taken from me.


I was feeling desperate this early in the day, and absent-mindedly clutched the door handle of Rick's office. I stepped into the waiting room looking around and briefly admiring how Rick had decorated, barely registering the environment because I was distracted. I needed answers about Lily. My mind was going nuts. A secretary sat behind a desk, looking up at me from behind her round glasses as I approached. 


"William Shaw," I said before she could ask and recognition crossed her cream-colored face as she pressed a button on the desk.


Chapter 67 : Answers in Unlikely Places