All Chapters of The Billionaire's Showgirl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

I woke up to the sound of my phone going absolutely crazy.I had unread emails and tons of text messages, all from the past twenty minutes.I opened the earliest email first, trying to ignore the constant stream of text messages that were pouring in.Hey Cashmere Crown Dance Team,We are in desperate need of five new dancers ASAP. I am holding an emergency audition today at 2. Please send this to any friends you have in the industry so we can audition them for our show.We have also cancelled tonight's performance while we find replacements. Try to enjoy your night off and don't stress about the show. We are not going anywhere, just adding to the family.Cheers!- JakeFive new dancers? Who left? What happened to them? Were they fired, or did they quit?I opened the group chat I was in and tried to scroll back to the beginning. I caught a glimpse of some words on my way there.

Chapter Twelve

Luca was waiting in my house, just as he promised.I found him sitting on the couch with a book in his hand. This was the first time I had seen him wearing something besides a suit. He looked downright casual in a T-shirt and black jeans.It should have made him look younger.Less intimidating.Instead, it somehow made him more dangerous.The suits had always felt like armor. This version of Luca felt real. Human. The expensive watch was gone. The jacket wasn't hiding the hard lines of his shoulders. He looked like the kind of man who could blend into a crowd if he wanted to.That realization unsettled me more than all the tailored suits in his closet.Because monsters weren't supposed to look comfortable sitting on your couch with a book in t

Chapter Thirteen

I have to get out of this house tonight.Just because Luca found out about my plan didn't mean I wouldn't go through with it.It meant I had to be more careful in the future.The event in my phone said it was Barbie's birthday party, and I was going to stick to that story. Sometimes in poker, when you don't have any good cards, you put on a straight face and keep betting anyway. You might make the other person believe you are about to win.The first thing I needed to do was invent someone named Barbie. The most believable way to do that was to give her a personality. I decided Barbie would want us all in costumes for her party night, so we would do "colors of the rainbow," and I would be blue.Blue wasn't as recognizable as yellow, but wasn't as blended into the crowd as black.Next, Barbie would need more friends. Good thing I know about fifty showgirls who are always looking for a reason to party. I grabbed the group chat and sent a messag

Chapter Fourteen

The club lights painted Luca in shifting shades of gold and shadow, turning him into something both beautiful and dangerous. The soft glow caught the sharp line of his jaw and the expensive black suit stretched across his broad shoulders, while darkness concealed just enough of him to make him seem untouchable. He looked less like a man sitting in a VIP booth and more like a king surveying his kingdom from a throne.Women noticed.Of course they did.Every few minutes, another dancer or cocktail waitress drifted a little too close to his table. Some offered lingering smiles. Others laughed a little too loudly at comments that weren't particularly funny. One blonde practically leaned into his lap while pretending to reach for her drink.Luca ignored all of them.Not rudely. Not even dismissively.The women simply failed to hold his attention for more than a second.His expression never changed. His gaze never lingered. It was as if their flirting barely registered in his mind before bei

Chapter Fifteen

Every morning I wake up in my villa, there is a new surprise waiting for me somewhere in the house.I was always a little unnerved that people were coming in and out at their leisure, but then I remembered that this was Luca Moretti's world, and those who worked for him would never cross him.There were the usual people who came in, like the housekeepers and gardeners. I met a personal chef who made a few easy-to-grab meals for my fridge. There was also a man named Terry who was a personal trainer. He left his card and schedule on the counter and said I could call whenever I was ready to set up services.This morning, I woke up to Brian's voice downstairs. He was giving instructions to someone, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I heard my front door open and close, and then silence from the downstairs area.I quickly made my way downstairs to see what they had done.On my kitchen counter was a small basket of things for me to go through. The credit card that used to

Chapter Sixteen

Working with a personal shopper reminded me of costume fittings.My shopper's name was Ilona, and she spoke with a thick Hungarian accent. She had pictures of me and already knew what colors went best with my skin tone. She guided me through the shopping district on the Strip. Each store we went into was expecting us with a glass of champagne ready. I would sit near the fitting room while Ilona worked with the women in the store. They would bring dresses, she would send most of them back, and the few we kept, I would then try on."No, does nothing for your hips.""Oh, that was a mistake for me to say yes to. Take it off.""Let me see the back. No, never mind, try again."We would leave each store and do the same thing at the next one. Finally, Ilona started to narrow things down at the stores."We need bright, jewel-tone dresses, or a soft neutral. Strapless or high neck only, no sleeves. Miss Vale will need to wear a sheath-cut dress with a high slit, or a fitted trumpet skirt.

Chapter Seventeen

My whole body tingled at the sound of his voice, but I dared not let him know.I wanted to tremble at his touch.Was it fear?Was it lust?"You make me want to lose control." His words felt warm against my skin. Luca's hand remained on my knee long after the words left his mouth.You make me want to lose control.The confession should have terrified me.Maybe it did.A little.But fear wasn't the emotion currently winning the battle inside my chest.The city lights flashed through the tinted windows of the car, painting brief streaks of gold across his face before disappearing back into darkness. The rhythm of Las Vegas passed around us in a blur of neon signs, crowded sidewalks, and endless movement.Inside the car, however, everything felt still.Small.Dangerously intimate.My gaze dropped to his hand.The gesture itself was innocent enough. His palm rested against my knee, heavy and warm through the fabric of my dress. He wasn't gripping me. He wasn't demanding anything from me.

Chapter Eighteen

For a moment, none of us moved.Hannah’s eyes widened the instant she saw me standing beside Luca.Not across the room.Not at a polite distance.Beside him.Close enough that anyone watching would assume I belonged there.The surprise flickered across her face before it was quickly smoothed away by years of practiced social control. A bright, polished smile took its place just as Monica lingered a step behind her.Then Monica hesitated.Her gaze drifted toward something—or someone—across the ballroom, and just like that, she peeled away from the group without a word, disappearing into the crowd in the opposite direction. Hannah didn’t even glance after her.She didn’t need backup.She came forward alone.“Luca Moretti,” Hannah said warmly, her voice wrapped in charm. “Congratulations. Tonight is… impressive.”Luca inclined his head slightly. “Hannah.”The way he said her name was neutral. Distant. Controlled.Hannah didn’t seem bothered.“You’ve managed to get every major investor in

Chapter Nineteen

The silence that followed Monica's accusation felt suffocating.Hundreds of eyes shifted between us as whispers began spreading through the ballroom. Investors, celebrities, politicians, and executives exchanged curious glances. A moment ago, they had been applauding Luca's vision for Zenith Springs. Now they were witnessing the kind of public scandal that could derail an evening in seconds.Monica took a step forward."I'm telling the truth," she said loudly. "She got me fired."Before I could react, Luca lifted his hand.Then he snapped his fingers.The sound echoed sharply through the ballroom.Two security guards appeared almost instantly. They moved with practiced efficiency, approaching Monica from either side before she could continue."You can't seriously be doing this," Monica protested."Ladies and gentlemen," Luca said calmly, completely ignoring her outburst, "I apologize for the interruption."The guards gently but firmly escorted Monica toward the exit."She's lying to a

Chapter Twenty

The next morning arrived far earlier than I would have liked.I had barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in the car with Luca.The memory had become increasingly annoying somewhere around three o'clock in the morning.His voice.His hand resting on my knee.The way he had looked at me when he admitted I made him want to lose control.Normal people should not be capable of causing this much damage with a single sentence.I groaned and buried my face in my pillow for a few seconds before finally forcing myself out of bed.The shower helped.Coffee helped more.By the time I arrived at rehearsal, I had almost convinced myself to stop thinking about him.Almost.The familiar rehearsal studio buzzed with energy as performers stretched, chatted, and warmed up around the room. Music drifted from a speaker somewhere in the corner while dancers claimed patches of floor for last-minute practice.The space felt wonderfully normal.No billionaires.No investors.No cryst

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