A Serial Billionaire Killer

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er. Just hanging there, three syllab

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d photo in my hands - Mom, Dad, David, and me, grinning on Coney Island, cotton candy smeared a

ll. The way he stands there, pristine in his thousand-dollar su

lic. Legal. You get access to my resources. Security, investigators, everything you need to ke

runching under my boot

lexes. "A

e eyes that cold. Partners don't show up uninvited, trailin

" I s

Then it's gone. "Because it's the only way to keep them safe." He nods at the chaos. "And the on

's voice whispers in my head: Truth is

. "You think I

t of a smile. "But you'll use

tar

e hospital bed in my memory: "You're going to say yes, aren't

in. Dad's face, half-rip

ong?"

kes. Then we diss

f I sa

blink. "Y

t that isn't the woman Mom and Dad raised. This shel

hin. "One c

me

lie to me.

barely a brea

ar

nod

*

n, the contract sprawling across the table; prenups, NDAs, clauses about "public appearances

ding day,"

ingers keep tugging at the knot. "We'll file the paperwork

't w

windows, a view of the city that feels like a threat. He shows me to a gue

s at six," he says. "Do

on? "Isn't that

doorway. "This isn

st a gild

d's old press pass like a talisman. You'd hate this, would

ne buz

When's th

. Divorcing h

. But he sleep

ades fleetly, lik

to happen swiftly. It would still be extr

he wedding c

er than heaven. Faces I've only seen on Forbes covers smirk from the pews. My reflecti

"You look..." Her voice cracks. David, in a tux that costs more than

t y

wells. All

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lethal angle. His hair swept back, jaw sharp enough to dra

offers h

umb brushes my knuckles, a flicker of somethin

re smoke.

nger, cold and heavy. Mine

ide," the pr

ng. Then he leans in, lips grazing

s clinking, cameras flashing. But his bre

ar

ations of the CEO and his heiresses, their congratulations l

branding through lace. Every touch is a

rs as a reporter

e me

okes my spine

cu

rums. His cologne fills

the part wel

e the p

black and bottomle

autiful. Don

horou

l. But as the city blurs past, his knee brushes m