The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs

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s otherwise ruthless demeanor. His gray eyes are as piercing as ever, scanning the room with an unreadable expression, a predator in a world he's already conquered. The tailored three-pie

to keep my eyes on him, make sure he doesn'

e to see you again, but I have to run," I s

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stop. There's something about him, something in the w

ar his footsteps closing

na, look

nds a shiver down my spine, stirring things

I nearly bump into him. I step back instinctively and tilt my head up-beca

avoiding me, Catalina? You left without saying goodbye. The

he's hoping to find the answe

t to say. I hadn't prepared for this conver

oing on he

to stand beside him. His gaze shifts to me, s

went crazy looking for when she

nd me? I search Cole's face, trying to understand why. Why would

en us, his hand settling firmly on my shoulder. "We

Cole Blackwood doesn't suggest-he decides. And ri

r words, trying to explai

o of my

erce voice cuts t

ris

in me not to collapse

xpression unreadable, before he slow

ace to face

h my mama!" My four-y

mount of trouble he just put me in now. I don't stop to check Cole's expression. If there's ev

not to come out of the car, Christian! Why don't you lis

oubt, is Cole, grabs my arm from

orders again, his voic

tinctively and turn to face him

us like a live wire. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, Cole gentl

press a hand to my chest as if that al

udies Ch

an studi

nch of the man before him. Then, with the pu

he big me!" he exclaims, h

realization settles over him a

speak. He do

anic on my fac

opens and Em

he whines, her face tired, f

her, and this time,

er!" He swea

mister!" This would have been so f

her shoes pattering on the asphalt as she runs. She s

to pant

you both," he says smoothly, extending h

Chri

I'm

study him curiously, and then Emi

'cause he's my twin. That means you look like me too!

you mind if I ask how old you are? Seven?" he guesses, feignin

both g

ld!" Christian corrects him pro

his hand, and gently

peats, his voice unreadable. His eyes bore into me, sharp and unr

mall voice pulls me back. I glanc

s. "I think your mom and I need

gaze is