THE BILLIONAIR'S DOUBLE LIFE

gn and luxurious trappings a symbol of the man who owned it. For Sophia, the magnificent life felt overwhelming. She had grown up in comfort, but this world of plentif

hen Sophia entered the lounge area. His sharp looks were made brighter by the afternoon ligh

ng in her way. His tone was friendly but distant, a reminde

s blue sea. Despite the beauty surrounding her, she felt trapped on the yacht. Every moment reminded her of the cost of th

ant dress and joined Dante for dinner on the upper deck. The table was set with crystal glasses and a fine China meal, a meal fit for royalty. Yet the tension be

said, breaking the silence a

expression unreadable.

ng her like a bee, but she forced

nto his steak with precision. "The Mediterranean is a conve

urther questions. Instead, she focused on her meal, the silence between them growing

. Every detail, from the marble floors to the complicated gold accessories shows Dante's wealth

e said, his tone low and dangerous

loser, kept absolutely quiet and sti

ntinued. "This is bigger than him. They think t

uld hear more and in other to avoid being seen or discovered, her mind kept racin

aving her to walk and check the yacht freely. She wandered into his study, a room filled with sh

r eye. A hidden drawer, slightly open, showed a collection of files. Her hands kept

any of whom she recognized from news reports. Their names were written on sticky

ther, Victor Moreno. The note attached

y. What betrayal? And how was her

through her as she immediately returned the documents to the drawer and pushed it to close slowly trying to avo

ng here?" he aske

o avoid suspicion. "I... I couldn't sl

icion showed in his expression.

lost," she said, for

intimidation to her. "Stay out of my stu

nding. As she moved back to her room, one thought kept playing