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Heartbreak Billionaire - Heartbreak Billionaire: He should never have let go - Chapter 19
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Before he could respond, Vivian leaned in, her voice gentle. “Brandon, it’s okay. Let me speak for myself.”
The lights in the room cast a soft golden glow, but Vivian’s crisp white Celine suit made her look even paler.
“Eva, I truly love this song,” she began, her eyes drifting toward Brandon. “It reflects so much of what I’ve been feeling. It’s full of passion, love that hides beneath the surface, and a kind of fear—fear of losing, fear of holding on too tightly. It speaks about giving everything, about the happiness that comes with that, and…”
Vivian paused. “And the sorrow that comes from knowing the end is near. That kind of sorrow eats at you, slowly. It keeps you up at night, makes you question everything. But what moved me the most was the way the song lets go at the end. That release. That peace. It feels like what I’m going through now—accepting what is, letting go of everything else, and just living what little time I have left.”
Her voice swayed between barely holding it together and sounding perfectly at peace, as if she had faced something so heavy that even her calm was fragile.
Brandon, sitting beside her, watched her with concern, his expression soft in a way Millie had never seen before.
Seven years of being with him, and she had never seen that look. Not once.
Millie felt like an outsider looking in on a couple weathering a storm together. But she wasn’t an outsider. She was his wife.
And somehow, none of it moved her. What a shame!
“Eva, this song tells so much of my story. I really understand what you were trying to say when you wrote it. And wouldn’t it be nice to sell it to someone who actually feels it the way you meant it?” Vivian continued, her voice still soft.
She spoke as if that should be enough to convince anyone.
It made perfect sense—if you were going to sell a song, it might as well go to someone who understood it.
But Millie wanted to laugh.
Because the song was never about romance—it was about choosing the wrong person, about trusting someone who didn’t deserve it.
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It was the story of falling for Brandon, of how happy she’d once been to become his wife, only to uncover the betrayal, endure the heartbreak, and then, finally, find the strength to walk away.
And now Vivian, with her sad smile and soft voice, was trying to twist that pain into her own love story. To use what had broken Millie as a plea for sympathy.
The irony of it all made Millie laugh loudly.
Brandon scowled, his eyes narrowing.
“Eva, if Vivian even saw this song, it means you put it up for sale,” he said, his tone flat and steady, the way he always sounded when handling deals—no emotion, just business. “Now you’ve changed your mind. That either means you don’t like the buyer—or the price.”
He looked straight at her, but her sunglasses gave nothing away.
“A songwriter of your level can easily command over a million,” Brandon continued. “With royalties, the value climbs even higher. Ten million. I believe that is a good price for you to sell at.”
Millie laughed even harder.
Ten million? That was generous.