Page 87 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

The thought had crossed my mind more than once. There was something strangely peaceful about being trapped here with her. No boardrooms. No phones. No meetings. No family drama. No one asking me to fix something.

Just me. And June.

Perhaps this could have been my version of happily ever after. Locked inside a bunker with the woman I’d spent years trying not to love. Because once we walked through that door, everything waiting outside would come rushing back: responsibility, duty, family.

And I’d lose her again.

“We’ll get out eventually, right?” June asked quietly. “One way or another.”

“Yes.”

Eventually. Dead or alive.

“What is it?” June was watching me.

I realised I’d been staring at the keypad too long. “Nothing.”

She didn’t believe me. “Something isn’t right.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Kai.” She reached over and pinched my arm.

“Ouch.” I jerked away. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re hiding something.”

“I don’t have to tell you every thought that goes through my head.” I folded my arms. “We’re nobody to each other.”

The words sounded bitter the moment they left my mouth.

She leaned against the wall, studying me. “We might have to spend the rest of our lives together.” She gave me a small, humourless smile. “Maybe it would help if we started being honest with each other.”

The sadness in her voice settled over me.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Just tell me.”

I drew in a deep breath. “We have three chances.”

“For what?”

“To get the code right.”

Her expression changed. “If we get it wrong three times…”

“The system shuts down.”

“Forever?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth fell open. “Of course.” Then she laughed. “You have this exact system somewhere too, don’t you?”

I shook my head. “Not this one.”

“Then how do you know all this?”