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CHAPTER TEN

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At the center of the table, Margaret Anderson began to cry, no warning, no pretense. The dinner had been set up by Elena as a chance to mend fences between the morellis and the andersons, a carefully managed event meant to feel civil, like a charity gala run by someone used to handling delicate emotions. Aria sat there with Adrian, expecting silence, even frostiness, the quiet standoff one sees when people don't want to look at what they've lost. But Margaret didn't hold back, and her tears roll
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    He confronted Roman the morning after.Not because Roman was the first thing on his mind the first thing on his mind was Aria, was always going to be Aria in the foreseeable future but because Roman was the piece of the situation he could do something about immediately, and doing something about Roman was also the thing he needed to do for his own understanding of the complete picture.Roman was waiting for him.He was in the guest suite, sitting in the chair by the window with the particular quality of someone who has known a conversation was coming for a long time and is not, when it arrives, surprised. He looked at Adrian without the performed warmth, without the smooth social ease of the preceding weeks. He looked at him with whatever was actually there, which was something complicated and tired and not entirely without guilt."You know," Roman said."I have known for a while," Adrian said. "I have been completing the picture."Roman nodded. He looked at his hands. "She left," he

  • HOW I BECAME THE BILLIONIARE’S SURROGATE.   CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

    He had intended to reveal the news to her that night. 3 weeks planning, not like he prepared for work meetings, with a detailed agenda and expected objections and handy responses. He was planning it the way he planned his most treasured things: by living with them until they became clear matters, thoroughly analyzing them during the internal inventory he maintained, examining them from every perspective until the form was perfect.The form was perfect. The restaurant was booked. The words were arranged not set down because that's not how he rolled with authenticity rather a prepared person arranges an authentic thing: knowing the sequence, knowing the crucial points, knowing that the delivery will have to be genuine and off the cuff but trusting that his prior rehearsal will prevent him from losing the thread when the time is right.He would confess that the contract was a mistake. He kept a secret from her that night.N

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    She put on the first jacket.She had decided that day with much consideration what to wear when she finally introduced her work to the world. Normally she would have gone for the coat, the tenth piece, the grand finale. But the coat was the finale and she was a novice. And as we all know a novice a

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    Thursday was the night before the showcase. She was awake, as she had been for a good part of the last eight months, ever since the happy conception, the discovery that it was to be twins, the lonely night spent taking all the flushes on her own, and finally the sleeplessness and exhaustion that

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  • HOW I BECAME THE BILLIONIARE’S SURROGATE.   CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

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