The CEO's Triplets: A Love Reborn

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least, I tried to keep it that way. The second I shut the door beh

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program. You will receive the candidates

of Valdez Enterprises for weeks. The Valdezes had tried everything: endless f

them. It never was. For

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'd caught a glimpse of the figure in a draft contract while prepping documents earlier that

t for more than three seconds.

odged itself in my mind, f

erfectly symmetrical, much like everything else at Valdez Enterprises: immaculate

, and perfectly aligned the pens. I skimmed the list of can

heels clicking in a sharp, precise

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her mouth was set in a permanent, tense line,

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waiting in the ha

no intention of w

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atly, not even glancing her way.

ignored. But I didn't. I saw the raw pain in her eyes, the yawning abyss

urdy woman with a hard gaze and sho

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painfully obvious he didn't. A man like Jorge Va

with a mixture of empathy

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ted her chin

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ng-with tightly intertwined hands and a fe

ed, repeating it like

from her file. "The question is whether you can handle the nine months of

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find out. There are strict clauses in

but laced with steel. "That's enough, Jorg

rry our child," he shot back. "I have

bobbing visibly. I felt a lump rise in m

e began to take root inside me. It wasn't some romantic impul

understand, even if the details of mine were different. But none of them had a mother tethered to a heart

grab a fresh stack of application forms. I ran my fingers ove

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the facts were undeniable: I was healthy, ch

form into my bag, unsure if the impulse was born of br

asleep, her frail chest rising and falling with visible effort. I took

it for a long moment in the shadows, an

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