The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 63

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Dominick said. He crouched in front of Marissa, trying to check if she was hurt.

Marissa, however, ignored her pain and threw herself into his arms. "Dom... I was so scared just now..." Her voice trembled as she clung to him.

Dominick hesitated, his arms awkwardly suspended in mid-air. But seeing her disheveled and crying so miserably, he finally softened. He wrapped his arms around her back and gently reassured her, "It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

As he spoke, his gaze instinctively flicked toward Paisley. She didn't so much as glance his way. By now, she had dismounted her horse and was laughing with her daughter. His face darkened at the sight, and he felt a faint pang of discomfort gnawing at him.

Grayson's sobbing voice broke the moment, asking, "How exactly did you fall off the horse, Marissa?" He looked genuinely concerned. At the same time, a sense of confusion lingered-after all, that white horse had been personally selected by their father. It couldn't possibly have gone wild.

Why would a perfectly calm horse suddenly

club. Its clientele consisted exclusively of the elite, and to cater to them, every horse here had been

uncovered a big secret, she exclaimed, "Could someone have sabotaged you, Marissa?" Alexis' words immediately drew attention. With dramatic flair, she turned to look at Paisley, who was entirely uninvolved in the commotion. The implication was

that exact moment. Her eyes were red as she choked out, "Ms. Sutton, I get

taking on the role of Marissa's fiercely loyal best friend. She

over Marissa, Paisley looked down at her messy state and sneered, "Are you saying I made

up drama

Marissa badly. Luckily, the ground in that area was soft, with no

Paisley realized she had underestimated just how low Marissa could stoop. She had assumed that Marissa made the horse go berserk simply to disrupt the race and avoid admitting