Substitute Bride For The Comatose Billionaire

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ir. "Oh, that's rich. Another one thinks she's Daddy's long-lost girl." He reached for her sh

off into a s

t ended with her fingers locked around his wrist, her thumb pressing into the ra

phalt, mouth opening and closing like a landed

er. His hand shook so badly he could

ing something rotted. She stepped over his crumpled form and walked to the s

uch the finge

metal casing. A strange, resonant rhythm. A moment of silence,

ors swung open wi

the doorway, letting her eyes adjust, letting the

p was sipping tea on

ed in her throat. The bone china cup slipped from her fingers, hitting the Persian ru

didn't

he jaw, the angle of the cheekbones, the way the girl stood with her

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'd built an empire on never showing surprise. He rose, stepping automatically in front of

ports had suggested. No desperation. No eagerness. Just a flat, assessing

no longing, no anger. These were strangers who happened

pocket and emerged with

led in a perfect straight line, slowing precisely at H

de, a photograph: a newborn with a dark curl of hair and a

lling it to her chest. She looked up at Emilie, and the years fell away-the searching,

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e shoved past her husband-past twenty-one years o

nd Emilie's shoulders, her face pressing into the cotton of that cheap t-shirt, inhaling the scen

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whole body shook with them, twenty-one

stood

er brain-the part that had been trained by seven Ascended Masters to survive any environm

s. She didn't return the e

thing raw underneath. He stopped three feet away, close enough to see the details his wife was too overwhelmed to notice-the ca

erged rough, defensive. "Wh

eyes. The movement dislodged a tear from Hettie

t had been her first memory. "Outside Boulder, Colorado. They found me in a

hed exactly with the hospital where Hettie had given birth, the storm

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nett's chest with a sound like a gunshot. "No! She's my da

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own scalp. She held it out to Burnett, pinched betwee

eyes held his, flat and unblinkin

ers that weren't quite steady.

way with the sample se

her palm, the thickened skin at the base of he

d. "You've worked so hard.

th-that these hands had held surgical instruments steady through twelve-hour procedures, had s

her toward the sofa. "Sit.

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fting automatically to put both parents in her peripher

escended was w

hat only looked good on women who'd never had to run for their lives. The fabric wa

d clearly practiced. Her eyes swept the hall, taking in the tableau: her mother disheveled and tear-stained, her father

or just a moment. Her eyes widened fractionally. The hand on t

ie had seen it-that flash of something cold and calculating,

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