The Runaway Wife's Secret Heir

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teel that dominated the Chicago skyline, slicin

I clutched a sleek leather portfolio against my side. Inside, nestled between fabricated

ator. They were massive men, their suit jackets str

d to block my path with a curt nod. "The

a signature for the gallery insurance. If I don't get it by noon, the exhibition closes, and Dante will lo

a trivial nuisance, but he also knew his boss woul

arco grunted, swi

ike a trapped bird, frantic and wild, but I forced my face into a mask of smoo

hick enough to choke on. Maria, Dante's executive assist

n't go in ther

her and threw open the double mahogany

ooking the city Dante claimed to own. But my

sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt, revealing the dark ink of tattoos

the desk, was Isabella Romano. She wore a dress that cost more than most fam

te's throat the instant he s

d to make me shiver with desire. Today, it just fuele

said, walking further into the room. I refused to look at Isabell

picked up a crystal tumbler of scotch and took a slow sip, her eyes mocking

s down on top of his map, covering the territory he was so obsessed with. "Just sign the highlighted lines so I can go

pted, but he hated domestic nagging even more. He wanted me gone

" he s

avy fountain pe

d the first p

pped t

t was buried under a header I had Mark draft to look like a standa

ng the map, drawing his eyes away from the paper. "Don't forget t

t her finger, at the map, at the clock

the divo

pped t

her document Mark had drafted, legally severing him

Dante grumbled, the pe

rely a whisper. "Just that

ive, jagged scrawl of a man who thought

ched the papers before

you,"

ing back to Isabella, his attention shifting a

jelly, threatening to give way with every step. I clutc

in a wa

the elevator. As the doors slid shut, cutting off the view of my

it away

alked i

eaving