Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back

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alled skyscraper in the Financial District. Walking beneath the massive crystal

enda Tucker was applying bright pink nail polish. Hearing my heels, she glanced u

ks without an appointment. This isn't a place for

r eyes, blowing

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lic Relations Director,

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ed up from her chair, planting herse

Everyone in this building knows that posit

up and down

ate smell of a gold digger. Get out right now bef

I didn't even feel angry. Angle Capital's human re

my phone from my Birkin and di

oor turnstiles. You have sixty secon

hout waiting

louder, crossing her

aren't we? Let's see who y

. The doors slid open and Colin bolted out in a three-piece suit, his fo

It was my inexcusable oversight not to b

ipe his brow, bowing ninety

nk nail polish slipped from her fingers and shattered aga

n frame as Colin swiped his master card, I walked straight

Brenda's terrified expression, I watched

parted, and I stepped out onto a thick Persian runner leadi

inside, I quickened my pace a

atures-bearing the exact same Montgomery jawline as mine-softened instantly i

alked across the floor and stepped straight into his warm embrace, b

ison

staring at the laptop screen on my desk while

ack of hundred-dollar bills into a catering waiter's vest pocket before p

smirk on her lips as she swirled the glass-a completely different crea

the solid oak desk. A phantom fist clamped aro

ssa slipped inside, her eyes red and swol

to me, that flash drive w

I had protected and trusted for thirteen years as my savior

key on the de

sp as I fought down the urge to

my gaze, her shoulders flinched violently. With shaking fingers, she dropped

ck into my chair and shut my eyes. All I could see was the dea

Staring at her sharp, unwavering signature at the bottom of the divorce agreement, a cold wave of sheer panic tor