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Threads of the Past

Author: Calai
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-23 11:13:30

“Some truths change everything... and some people will stop at nothing to take what isn’t theirs.”

The mansion was heavy with memory. Alina waited in the study, the grandfather clock ticking steadily, filling the silence. Wilfred entered, deliberate, each step measured, carrying decades of careful knowledge.

Alina’s voice was quiet but firm. “Why wait until now, Wilfred? Why not when I first returned to Marlowe?”

Wilfred paused, choosing his words carefully as he settled into the chair opposite her. “Your father... he instructed me not to reveal everything until the timing was right. He wanted you ready, capable, and with someone you could trust nearby. When you first returned, you were fragile, unsettled... and then pregnant. Handling it all at once would have been too much. He knew there would come a moment when you could fully grasp the weight of what you were to inherit, and the dangers that come with it.”

Alina leaned forward slightly. “Why tell me this only now?”

Wilfred exhaled
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  • Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price   Threads in the Shadows: The First Surrogate Lead

    Weeks after the hospital, the countryside of Marlowe lay quiet, deceptively still.Rolling fields and narrow dirt roads hid a past Jonathan Hart had tried to bury... and a secret someone still wanted protected.Alina, Sebastian, Dawson, Milton, John, and the bodyguards walked carefully along the overgrown path to an old stone cottage. Shuttered windows and a sagging roof made it look abandoned. Alina’s tablet showed no cameras or sensors.“This place isn’t on any public record,” Sam murmured, tapping his tablet. “Private medical facility. Closed years ago, off the grid. Whoever ran it wanted it invisible.”Alina leaned forward, alert despite her recent injuries. “If the surrogate was handled quietly, this is where it would have happened. My father left Birmingham, moved here after marrying Catherine. Any trace of a secret like this would be buried deep and isolated.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “You just recovered. The next search isn’t yours. You coordinate, we protect. You don’t risk

  • Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price   The Secrets We Carry

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  • Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price   The Woman Jonathan Never Found

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  • Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price   The Cost of Loyalty

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