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 keptany 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