Secret Of The Butterfly: The CEO's Hidden Heirs

e blouse and stepped out of the taxi. Her heart raced, and her palms were slightly damp, betraying the calm, composed ex

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e tied to power, wealth, and one man-the man who had once held her heart, destroyed it in a single night

floors gleamed under the afternoon sun, reflecting the hustle of employees moving with brisk efficiency. Polished glass w

ong them, Damien

hion designer, but as a temporary secretary. She had studied every detail of the hiring process, prepared a flawless resum

she th

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desk smiled politely, not a hint of recognition in her eyes as she typed som

for the secretary

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med photo, every polished plaque reminded her of him. Damien Kane-the richest man in the world

nt of a massive glass door.

like a blade against her chest. She could do this. She had to. For the

ed throug

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e a room without a single word. Dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, and an aura of power that seemed to bend reality its

eep and steady. "You're here

remain calm. "Yes, sir. I'

easured intensity. "I don't recall a secretary being s

ay her. "I am meticulous, organized, and capable of managing high-pressure envir

flicker of amusement-or curios

ng role, sir. I am prepared to handle confidential information, mana

ognition-or perhaps it was just her imagination. The memories of him, of t

You may start Monday. My assist

simple sentence, so routine, f

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rum. The children were safely with a trusted caretaker, unaware that their mother

peed, executives whispered in glass-walled rooms, and assistants ca

e Damien Kane's appointments, manage corres

noticed the sharp crease in his brow, the tension in his jaw, the way his fin

ok at the butterfly tattoo. Do not imagine him

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long for Damien

poise, her calm, the faint confidence she carried-it was unlike anyone he had ever seen. And ther

y. Yet there were moments-small, fleeting-when their hands brushed as she handed him f

ouldn't explain the pull he felt toward her. A sense of recognition, of longi

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d her from a distance with a calculating glare. She noticed the way Damien's gaze lingered on the new secretary longer than

o her assistant. "Mark my words, Damien

r claim, but she did not know the real threat-Celeste wasn't just a secretary. She was the wom

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den, Asher, and Aria

m afar. Caleb charted schedules and office patterns, Aiden hacked into company databases to map his routines, Asher noted h

ain sight, her children were the invisible forces setting the stage for t

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umbled slightly, nearly dropping the papers. He reached out

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e sharp yet laced with some

e replied, steadying herself,

h neither understood it yet. Something unspoken st

sk, Celeste felt it in her bones

gs, this close to Damien Kan

on between past and present, love

n, nor even their four extraordinary