WHISPERED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE

corridors, reminding me of how alone I was in this opulent jail. The opulence, with its t

spooky symphony of waves crashing on the cliffs far below. In the stifling silence,

I would get a sight of him, walking down the corridors or enjoying a glass of whiskey while sitting in the library.

courteous grins never quite reached their eyes, even they appeared cautious. It seemed as though the

open, which was partly open. Jack was sitting at a huge desk with papers strewn around it. His sleeves were pu

"Jack,

oked up. "Amelia," he answered in a

. "I thought... ma

mile, his lips quirk

round. "You. This arrangement.

es to examine me. "We have nothing to discuss.

son that I feel like a piece of furniture that you moved into your home. Will thi

ow, gazing out at the sea. There was an obvious tension in the room, and I had the i

're free to do as you please." I won't pretend to be a de

much. "No," I answered unwaveringly. "This

ent by me and left the study without saying anything else. He closed the door wit

-

with the howl of the wind, and the water roared like a vengeful beast. I was thinking in a flurry of bewilderment a

iling. My heartbeat accelerated, and I sat up, listening with diffic

side provided light for the dark dwelling. Peeking out into the corridor, I slipp

hardly audible above a

was no

om downstairs. Curiosity overcame my hesitation, despite my instincts telling me to remain

After being pulled by an unseen force, I turned to face the study. Similar to

was deserted, the desk was a complete mess, with drawers pushed open and

y heart was pounding as I looked back at the desk and noticed one piece of paper that didn't se

are not as

grasped my shoulder. With a gasp, I turned to see Jac

nacing voice, "What have

paper, saying, "I heard som

ed. For a brief time, I believed I caught a glimpse of som

melia," in a tone that had

With a shaky voice, I f

hing," with a stern gla

per into his pocket. Whatever secrets Jack Sterling was keeping,