One Night, One Baby, One Billionaire Mess

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g to leave. I couldn't explain it, but the moment I had looked at him, a strange feeling had settled deep i

ust my mind playing tricks on me. But the naggi

carefully curated facade. I had seen how she smiled for the cameras, how she clung

ents-where I caught something else

here were t

ing touch. Then came the images-fragments of

n beneath my fingertips. The way she had once looked at me, like I w

driving m

ly ajar, and I had been about to step out when I heard Ava'

m here anymore, Oli

went rig

ce softer, more cautious. "But he's as

heavily. "I know," she whispered. "I jus

ugh every possibility, every logical

ave of something I couldn't name washed o

new nothing about? A child she

ting into place. The timing of her disappearance. The way she had looked at me when we met a

did I have the sickening feeling that

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better than to talk about my son here, of all places, but it was too late now. T

per now, more calculating. He was studying me, and the worst part? I wasn't

enge. But the more time I spent around him, the har

it once felt to be his. Every time he looked at me with those piercing ey

the cold billionaire but simply Damian-I saw glimpse

s keeping such a terrible secret. I had barely stepped into my pe

d, pinching the

e." His voice was sha

sn't a request. S

hy

use.

up to you, Ava. And this time,

heart pounding, knowing that whatever