The Heiress and Her Secrets

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hand wrapped around a lukewarm coffee, the other holding a printed press

ress Isabella Vaughn in a private es

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week her father died un

'd built around them-her laugh, her guarded smile, the late-night conversations that bled into someth

k. And Celeste want

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attack in his study, al

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oreign investors. A fortune protected too neatly. A d

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te. Inside were photos of her from her days at university, early intervi

en known he

inner Celeste hosted the night before. She wore a black dr

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perfect exterior, her eyes

hiding s

ybe-she was final

laptop. One labeled simply Vaughn Final. Inside were transcripts

Vaughn's voice crackle

r than I ever was. Sharper. If anything happens

late business dinner. At the time, Damien thought t

any tension between herself and her father after his death. Cl

sudden departur

at. To

otebook and jott

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ns. And this pattern was beginning

t if Isabella was back, maybe someone

Vaughn Group security footage, discreetly acquired during his last attempt at the story. Some clips had been corrupted. Oth

hadn't l

ve in but paused b

t

the room when he did.

if she was still the girl he once

were hosting a gala that night-a f

te was, ima

tered, truth slippe

she'd

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rive, and grabbed his coat. He didn't have an

just a sto

er had