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CHAPTER 4
Suddenly, it was horrifyingly clear why he’d looked familiar when she’d first seen him. He wasn’t just Maxim de Montbéliard. She had seen him before. On the news, in the tabloids. He and his wife had been paparazzi favorites.
They were royal and beautiful, and, by all accounts, extremely happy. Every single magazine was paved with their photos… Hollywood, White House, vacations in Europe in all the luxurious places… Then, two years ago, he’d been in the news for his personal tragedy. The loss of his wife.
Michaela was thankful she was sitting or she would’ve collapsed. His dark eyebrows snapped together and she registered concern in his eyes before her vision blurred slightly.
“Are you all right, Michaela?”
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