The Billionaire's Perfect, Plastic Wife

a cold, clear purpose began to form in the ruins of my heart. I needed to see it all for mysel

lumn years ago that Gemma's mother had owned a small cottage there. I also knew that one of the Steele family's long-time housekee

. She looked older, more tired. When s

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amount, enough to retire comfortably. "I need to get int

r. Knox... he lets her get away with everything." She looked at the cash I held out. "I can't let you in when they are

small measure of revenge against the

ball cap pulled low over my face, I followed Maria to the cottage. It was a large, seclude

trance. The first thing I saw as I s

ll was a massive, oil-

and on Jase' s shoulder. Gemma leaned against him, her expression triumphant. Douglas stood behind

id quietly, her voice full of pity. "Mr. Steel

s. Maria led me through the house under the pretense of showing m

e's first birthday," she explained. "Sol

r the "accident." I had asked Douglas if there were any family heirlooms, something small I could

n the mantelpiece. "Mr. Steele made that for him himself. S

ute conversation with me, spent hours carving a toy for a ch

. "Talks about him being the future of the company. S

l. He didn't just have a secre

Knox and Jase, both grinning, on a fishing trip. I opened a drawer. It was filled with more photos. Dozens of them. Every holiday, every miles

of a car pulling into the d

, her eyes wide with panic.

space just as the front door op

, birthday boy?"

t!" Jase

k past, a perfect picture of domestic bliss. Jase was holding

om, just feet from my hiding

" Gemma said, her voice dropping. "When are you go

roze. Get

n. We just need to wait for the right time. The Steele Media merger is at a critic

der until a business deal was do

, shattered completely. There was no love

antry. I had to get out. I waited until they moved t

rden, I fumbled with the lat

's t

's voice. He was com

eart pounding. It finally gave wa

s behind me, getting

reet, and fumbled with the keys. My hands were shakin

see his face through the window, a

saw him standing in the middle of the road, staring after me, his face a dark silhouette against the setting sun. H