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CHAPTER SEVEN: “LEO”
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I KISSED MY FIANCÉS BILLIONAIRE BROTHER CHAPTER SEVEN: “LEO”
The silence inside the back of the Maybach was heavy enough to draw blood.Amelia sat pressed tightly against the leather of the passenger door, her fingers locked around the strap of her handbag until her knuckles turned ghostly white. Outside, the morning traffic of Manhattan blurred into a smear of glass and steel, but her mind was stuck in a relentless, terrifying loop.She had wanted it.The memory burned across her skin like a fever. The smooth warmth of Lucien’s thumb tracing her jawline, the suffocating heat of his chest against her hands, the dark, breathless space between their lips—and the helpless, humiliating way she had tilted her chin upward, waiting for his mouth to crush against hers.And he had used it for a photo-op.A sharp, hollow tightness twisted in her chest. She hazarded a glance sideways.Lucien hadn't said a single word since the camera flashes died across the street at The Glasshouse. He sat back against the leather headrest, his long legs crossed, his dark
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LUCIEN:The West Wing was the only place in the city where Lucien Saint could hear himself think.At two in the morning, rain slicked the glass of his private study. Lucien sat behind his obsidian desk, a glass of neat scotch on one side and an old leather-bound journal retrieved from his safe on the other.He flipped to an entry from August 2009. Halfway down the yellowed page, a pen-and-ink sketch depicted a vintage key with an intricate, stylized crest at its head. Below it, his mother’s faint handwriting read: He took it. If I am separated from it, the lock remains sealed.Lucien's jaw tightened. Pulling Amelia Carter out of that rain-soaked parking lot hours ago had been a simple tactical play to decapitate Adrian’s standing. But when her blouse had slipped in the car, he had seen it resting over her collarbone like an impossible phantom.The exact same silver key.It had only been a single day since she had moved into his penthouse, yet he already found his attention snapping ba
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"Marriage."The single word hung between us in the darkened leather interior of the luxury sedan, heavy and suffocating.I stared at Lucien, my breath catching in my throat. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he said smoothly, adjusting the silver cufflink at his wrist without a single ripple of hesitation.A hollow, incredulous laugh escaped my throat. "Are you insane? You want me to marry you?""I don't want anything, Amelia. I'm offering a strategic solution." He finally turned his head, his grey eyes sweeping over my face. "Adrian's story is already breaking. By tonight, you’ll be branded a disgraced, unstable heiress on every major blog in the country. By tomorrow, your father will have severed your corporate ties to protect Carter Enterprise stocks."My throat tightened violently. "My father would never—""Your father blocked your number ten minutes ago," Lucien interrupted, his tone chillingly casual. "Do you really think he's coming to pull you out of the fire?"I flinched, the dead
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The words seemed to hang in the air long after Adrian said them. For a second, the entire lobby went unnaturally still, as if even the television had paused to admire the damage. Then the whispers began. “Oh my God…” “Did he just say substance abuse?” “Is that her?” Amelia stood frozen, her body physically present but her mind somewhere far away, struggling to catch up. The television kept playing, Adrian’s polished voice continuing in the background, but she couldn’t hear him anymore. Her ears rang too loudly. “Amelia.” Tessa stepped directly in front of her, blocking her line of sight to the television. “Look at me.” Nothing. Tessa grabbed her arm harder. “Amelia.” That finally pulled her back. The expressions around them were worse than pity. Curiosity. Judgment. Disgust disguised as concern. And somehow that hurt more. “Come on,” Tessa said, her voice sharp now. “We’re leaving.” Amelia let herself be pulled forward, her heels clicking too loudly against the ma
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“Interesting choice of revenge, sweetheart,” he murmured. Amelia’s breath caught. For one brief, horrifying second, she stayed exactly where she was, close enough to feel the warmth of the stranger’s hand at her waist and the steady rise of his chest beneath her fingers. Then reality returned. The hotel entrance. The guests. The phones pointed at her. Adrian standing a few feet away with murder in his eyes. Amelia jerked back immediately, shame and panic rushing through her so fast she almost tripped over the hem of her dress. The stranger’s hand tightened before she could fall, his grip firm and controlled, but instead of letting her go, he pulled her back against him. Amelia froze. His palm settled at her waist again like it belonged there. “Easy, babe,” he said quietly. The words were soft. The effect was not. The crowd erupted. Whispers sharpened into gasps. Camera flashes multiplied. Somewhere behind her, Sofia made a strangled sound, but Amelia could barely proce
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