The Runaway Heiress: Falling Into The Billionaire's Bed

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father's frantic voice through the phone. Chloe's hesitant rep

That was her, wasn't it?" Dominic boomed, h

Chloe's voi

me, wher

exactly where she i

e attempt to appease him, Chloe blurted out the name that had been hang

ley what? That little boy whose father is a... a riffraff. A self-made buffoon, a nouveau riche upstart," he paced frant

ons. "I need an address now, Chloe. Anything at all. What does th

think of that she didn't know more. "I don't know sir

ng over, Dominic snatched t

with the force of his voice. Nova flinched, an

ic could be many things – overbearing, suffocating, a control freak – but one thing he wasn't was cruel. He would never deliberately hurt a member of his family, and Chloe, f

dling himself. Besides, this was partly his fault for keeping her locked up in this cage of a home. Taking

assive desk, a frown etched on his face. This time, Franco was not with him. H

he drawled, his voice laced wit

er knows I'm here. Well, he doesn't exactly know this place but he knows that I'm with you. He caught

f something akin to annoyance flickered across them. "You wanted a phone, you g

r waiting to happen. My father is going to be here any minute, an

es. "And what, pray tell, do you propose I do? Should I roll

n her side. "Look," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "I don't like this situation any more than you d

ce stretched, thick with tension. Finally, he spoke, his voice low an

u call me Nova. It's N

was pretty funny. "Okay, Nova, like I said before,

t planned to... handle it? A frustrate

ncing in his dark eyes. "That's it," he repe

owerful man in his own right. Did Bentley truly believe he could face him down a

took a step closer, her hand instinctively reaching out to him. Her fingers brushed against his arm

ssing his features. He gently, but firmly, removed his hand from beneath hers. "Miss Sinclair,"

Nova countered, her voice cracking with frustration, "it's about me. I don'

you." He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers once more. "Furthermore, the signed c

right. The

she stammered, a jolt of panic flared i

we sue him for trespassing. He'll have a difficult tim

er they were talking about. What kind of daughter would she be if things escalated that f

aid, her voice surprisingly steady. "Although," she rolled her eyes before continuing, "I'd prefer if everything just ends

pine. "Perhaps," he conceded, his voice a low rumble. "But make no mistake, Miss

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that