Chapter 2The Billionaire’s Runaway Heiress

That night, Caleb Vance pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse until dawn.

The view overlooked the city skyline—prime real estate where every square inch cost a fortune. If it wasn't for Caleb, I wouldn't even have clearance to enter the lobby.

But I wasn't his girlfriend. I was his "pet." His high-end distraction.

In my first year as a struggling actress, I met a director who tried to force himself on me. Caleb appeared and ended the situation with a single sentence.

He was a titan of industry; I was a nobody. He never made a grand romantic gesture, but he protected me and provided for me. With a face that put Hollywood stars to shame, it was hard not to fall for him.

But I knew my place. A "pet" is meant to be replaced. I knew this would never last.

"Distracted again?"

As if punishing my lack of focus, Caleb’s grip tightened. "What are you thinking about? Your 'handsome' models?"

I let out a sharp gasp, my nails digging into his arm as I shook my head, biting my lip.

My response clearly didn't satisfy him. He flipped me around. "Even if you weren't, you're going to feel this."

Much later, as the storm subsided, Caleb carried me to the bath and held me in his arms.

"I heard your sister, Seraphina, is back in the country?" I asked softly.

"Mhm."

Caleb was close with his sister; she was the real power behind the Vance family's domestic affairs. More importantly, she had brought someone back with her—the woman Caleb was supposed to marry in a high-society merger.

"Can I meet her?" I tested.

Caleb’s eyes snapped open. He studied me with a cold, searching gaze before looking away. "There's no need."

Of course. A secret mistress doesn't meet the family.

I hid my disappointment and forced a smile. "Okay."

That night, Mia never called. It wasn't until noon the next day that I got a text.

【Don't worry. We're done for good.】