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THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: A broken trust. A deadly secret. A second chance at love.
Author: Racheal Henry Genre: RomanceTHE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: A broken trust. A deadly secret. A second chance at love.
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istant called from the doorway. I
he grants cooperati
d her with a broad
an go
wore a navy blue skirt, which hung gracefully just above my knees, and a black shirt perf
ed by two gentlemen on her side. I walked in front
a Quinn, your references are outstand
my mind, but Sylvia had made sure that I wouldn't be r
d quite a few fires," she
my cover to be intact to execute my plan, and even thoug
for putting them ou
n I anticipated," she sai
ber," I replied to her with a
mear campaign against oak & ivory within a week, how did you pull that off?" Tania
new from three years back, except this time, the spark in her eyes
e specialist is to rewrite the end," I told her, but deep
ng for a brief moment, she asked, "Yo
ut I had been trained by Sylvia and
ose faces," I shrugged sli
uld be sent to your company." She sa
orward to it," I sm
a's
nce to Zara, and I couldn't help but notice, her body frame mirrore
ity Zara didn't have. The thought kept l
wasn't there. Stacy, her dog, our dog, the one she stole from me, s
he stole too much from me, and
replied when I asked if I had met her bef
e interviews to the respective bodi
close of the day. It troubled me that he had never clearly defined our rel
's p
e dining table. Sylvia
" I told her with a misc
lied from the other end of the table
big goal was achieved, but I knew she was glad for my small win. I ha
er for tomorrow with the
sit in with the twins for t
me out of an abortion then, and for that, I was grateful to her beca
ou," I told her. But she said no
t Dr. Adrian?" I asked
ed her e
g, Zara, we have a dinner
d a single life after the death of her husband whom she had no children for. Sometimes
ate," Sylvia shouted from the balcony
you to be late,"
back. I looked at myself
myself, and picked up my sleek black glassy
you lo
now, you don't look bad yourse
this," she said, beaming at me. She was my hair stylist, fashion stylist, my
of me. I desperately needed to prove my innocence, even if it had been
he hall, which was filled with workers from Val
from Grant corporations. I picked up a glass of wine
greeted, and I no
Roman Vale?" The name hi
ld her, attempting to
ed. "He is a hard man to work for." She appeared t
evi at the other end of the hall, talking to Sylvia. He wore a tuxedo, his
ly. I walked closer to them, and Sylvia's eyes locked onto mine. I watched her excus
ns p
s already tired from all the greetings, and dinners were a waste of time for
didn't want to say it, I didn't want to think it, her
in a trance. It was l
ut, my voice manag
turn