Mr Billionaire's Forgotten Heir

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p, Dawson, an

No, scratch that-I was good. But the industry didn't care about

college was perched on top, as if mocking me. I didn't have to open it to know wha

? Twenty-nine years old, broke, and raising my brothe

t of my pity party. I snatched

ri," I a

e your last dollar," Marisol said

ould say that

led. I might have just

ipping the phone. "Plea

" she said, her tone smug.

billionaire who disappeared

g out in some tiny coastal

iah in the blink of an eye. The scandal had been huge-embezzlement, betra

re it's hi

n, people like him don't disappear without a r

y vocabulary. I needed th

address?" I aske

e," Marisol sa

o's

its familiarity. I stood at the edge of the dock, watching t

Abby called fro

quickly that in small towns like this, being too fr

er the world turned its back on me. But I wasn't naive enoug

camera bag and started walk

ning, Mr.

confident, and entirely out

ith a sharp jawline, bright brown eyes, and a

I said, alread

ing closer. "I'm Leila Dawson, a jo

list. They always f

nterviews," I

" she pressed. "It's a chance

f laugh, but the kind that sai

story," I sa

like a hawk, but I kept walking. I'd l

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ching him disappea

Arm

to his features that no photo had ever captured. But the ma

ing your tim

a post outside the café. He wore a faded ba

e me?"

trangers," he said. "Es

Well, maybe I'm not

all say. But he's been here five y

ce. Did I have "give up eas

a tight smile, "there's a

: The

m Theo's cottage and waited. I wasn't proud of it,

is porch, a camera slung around his neck. He move

y bag and f

is tripod as the waves crashed below.

I heard i

d I barely had time to react befo

bing onto a root as my f

nt, his face twisted with

snapped, grabbing my arm and pulli

id ground, my heart

t me. "You'

less. "But you saved me

st like he wanted to sm

gain, but this time

n my chest. He might be the most guarded man

going to