Unmaking The Billionaire's Dark Soul

spered secrets of the past, and towering skyscrapers loomed with quiet authority. Eva Carter had walked these streets before, ma

of roasted chestnuts, freshly baked baguettes, and the ever-present perfume of the Seine. It should have been comforti

erything. As a travel photographer, she was used to hopping from one city to another, capturing fleetin

by a familiar voice. Eva Carte

jolt down her spine. She turne

riking man-tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly elegant in his tailored suit. His dark hair was neatly styled, and

ad been years. Ten long years. And yet, the s

y managed. "What a

ere was no warmth in his smile.

round the handle of her su

a brow. "In Paris?

n perceptive. He knew this city was not just another stop on

im see the effect he still had on her. "Yes.

she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "I

hink I came back fo

darkened.

ly-Paris wasn't small-but she hadn't expected it to be this soon. And

mile. "I don't have time for this,

st him, he spoke again. "You're stayi

ad in her trac

"Still predi

re at him. "Spyin

nreadable. "I don't

s right. He had always known her in ways that

bye,

ng the way her heart po

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city come alive with golden lights. The Eiffel Tower glittered in the

hone

you didn't se

ed, typi

d. At the

na:

ng. We talked.

id he lo

ated, the

ortunate

string of lau

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more than she wanted to admit. But

fine. I hav

u need to ta

iled s

Tha

ed herself she wouldn't let the past consume her. But as the night st

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her client. The building was an architectural masterpiece-grand, sophistica

xquisite paintings when a fam

va

lowly, and h

. Ag

nized instantly-Antoine Laurent, a renowned art curator and

ted warmly, stepping forwa

mile. "It has.

gaze flickered between her and Na

ed slightly. "Yo

urled into a fi

makes things easier. You'll

ked. "Ex

ned. "Didn't your

amused. "I as

her arms.

ct," Antoine explained. "He's the reason

blood drain f

Of c

laying its cru

forcing herself to r

beamed. "This is perfect. You two c

ly smiled, the devilish glint in

oing to be

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ning her frustration in a cup of espresso.

was stuck working with him. Paris, it seemed, w

fell over

f I joi

e Antoine. He gave

d," she

r. "You didn't know Nate

And I'm not thr

back. "You tw

ne way to

"He doesn't talk a

owned.

stories about Nate Leclair. Business deals, women

tomach

think that whatever happened be

wasn't sure if that was

new-Paris wasn't just a

nning of someth

e, it was about to s