A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

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's eyes, wide with alarm, his voice fading into the void as he screamed my name. Then everything went

was a ghost, whispered among those who dared to acknowledge it, yet there was no concrete evidence to pin it down. That all changed when I rescued a young boy-Sam-who wasn't just any child. He was a clone

missed my claims, urging me to drop the case. But I couldn't. The boy's lifeless eyes ha

d investigating the same case, and I was next in line. My first assignment was simple: gather evidence against Rowan Chandler, a suspected dr

was too deep, too close to uncovering the truth. The deeper I went, the more twisted the story became. I found old files, bizarre rep

estigation. Eva Foluma Industries was a prime suspect, but two days before I could obtain a search warrant, the

on rows of human replicas, each more perfect than the last. They weren't just clones; they were an army, waiting for activation. Bado wasn't just a

udio, everything. All that remained were my memories, fragmented and fragile, and no o

es fluttered open, and I was back in the room. Killian was on the gro

voice hoarse. "I'll g

illian collapsed in a heap. Two men grabbed me, roughly cuffing my wrists behind my back. I didn't struggle. Wha

n, his eyes full of pain and confusion. This wasn't the end-not yet. I still

eld me down, forcing the cold metal into my veins. Within moments, everything started to fad

d something to one of his men. I couldn't hear the words, but I saw his expression-cold, calculat

ado.* What did it mean? What connection did it have to all of this? A

he scene in my mind, trying to piece together what I had witnessed before I blacked ou

they needed t

uld we-Killian and I-be clones too? The thought was absurd, and yet, everything I had seen,

ting for us on the other side wasn't going to be merciful. This wa