THE BILLIONAIR'S DOUBLE LIFE

to read a magazine while looking carefully at her mysterious husband at times. Dante sat at his desk, his dark eyes checking a thick file titled Project Legacy. His

nfluence were noticeable across continents, yet his behavior showed secrets far beyond the public's vi

ts. "I'm heading to the study," he said rudely, his voice not with any form of warmth. Wi

e was walking a dangerous rope in this marriage, balancing her need to protect her family with her growing curiosity about the man sh

he thought about the cold, transactional nature of their marriage, her determination increased. This wasn't

e liked it. When she looked up in surprise, Dante had decided to look away and not add any serious meaning to it, but the act of care he felt wasn't emotional to him remained in her min

e couldn't afford to look soft toward him. Not now.

The hallway was minimally lit, and her footsteps sounded softly against the marble floor. She paused outside the he

lled with books and confidential files arranged from floor to ceiling, while a massive des

file politicians, CEOs, and even members of organized crime syndicates. Next to each name were coded notes that made little sense to her. The deeper she studied more about the content, the mor

fa

file that clearly described criminal networks and conspiracies? Her heart raced as she tried to unders

the door. Panic went through her. She rushed hurriedly to close the file and put it back in its original position, he

ed as he saw her inside and he looked around the study carefully, Sophia standing in t

g here?" His voice

I got lost," she stammered, knowing how weak t

ught he might question her on the obvious falsehood. But the

e said with a cold

eing caught, but the importance of what she had discovered-and what she still didn't understand-weighed heavily on her chest. One thing

found her. It wasn't just anger, there was something else there, something that showed a sign of big

ion was covered with a man disturbed by secrets and driven by something greater than wealth or power. She c

r phone rang with an incoming message. She picked it

ruth than you think. Be

ing. Who had sent the message? How did they know what she was doing?

ng from the distant crash of waves. Sophia knew she was overthinking and also way too deep than she expected, but there w

a silent promise to herself: she would