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PIECES OF THE PAST
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THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE THREADS OF BETRAYAL
The morning sun pierced through the glass windows of Hale Enterprises like a judgmental eye. Inside the boardroom on the 47th floor, the atmosphere was tense. Scarlett sat beside Sebastian, her heart pounding beneath her sleek cream blazer. Every corner of the room held secrets. Every face was a mask.Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “I want full access to all internal communications between the company’s legal team and any offshore consultants used in the last ten years.”The CFO blinked. “That’s a highly classified directive, sir. Many of those files were stored under ..”“Under my father’s personal authorization,” Sebastian interrupted, “and now I’m taking back control. Anyone who has a problem with that can resign.”No one spoke.Scarlett glanced at the sleek tablet in front of her, where a flashing document had just been received from Mitchell Graves. A long list of names. Most were unknown to her—but one near the middle made her blood run cold.Liam Callis
THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE THE LAWYER AND THE LEDGER
The black car cruised through the Upper East Side, its tinted windows shielding them from the world outside. Scarlett leaned her head against the window, eyes focused but mind adrift. She could still feel the weight of that anonymous message pressing against her chest like a curse one that came with the taste of danger and secrets not yet unearthed.Sebastian sat beside her, fingers drumming lightly against his knee. His face was unreadable, like a fortress newly reinforced. But she could tell beneath that calm, he was calculating, bracing, preparing for war.The car finally stopped in front of an elegant brownstone tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It didn’t scream wealth or power. Instead, it whispered legacy.“This is him?” Scarlett asked as the driver opened the door.Sebastian nodded. “Mitchell Graves. My father’s personal attorney for nearly two decades. No one knows more about the skeletons in my family’s closet than he does.”They were greeted by a young assistant at
THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE THE BEGINNING OF A STORM
The next morning dawned with a gray, overcast sky hanging low over Manhattan an omen, perhaps, of what was to come.Scarlett stirred in the grand bed, her body wrapped in warm sheets but her mind restless. She could still feel Sebastian’s arms around her from the night before, the way his silence had finally cracked under the pressure of truth and fear. But now, as she turned toward his side of the bed, it was cold.Empty.She sat up, brushing her hair back from her face. A faint clatter from downstairs told her he was already awake, possibly drowning himself in work, in strategy, in the firestorm that had arrived with that envelope.By the time she reached the living room, Sebastian was pacing shirtless across the floor, a cup of black coffee in hand, his phone pressed to his ear.“No. I don’t care how long it takes have the data team trace everything. I want the sender. I want the courier company. Pull the camera feeds, hack them if you have to. Just get it done.”He ended the call,
THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE SCARS BENEATH THE SURFACE
The evening air was crisp, brushing gently against Scarlett’s skin as she leaned against the wrought-iron railing of the penthouse terrace. Below her, the city of New York shimmered like a restless sea of lights, too alive to sleep, too loud to ignore. But up here, in the quiet cocoon of twilight, Scarlett felt the weight of stillness settle on her shoulders.Her thoughts were tangled Sebastian’s recent emotional shifts, his mother’s letter, and the new softness in his gaze all haunted her in waves she couldn’t resist or deny. For so long, she had fought to peel back the layers of his hardened heart. Now that the layers were cracking, she wondered what it might reveal and whether she was strong enough to embrace it all.The soft click of the terrace door opening behind her stirred her from her thoughts.She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to.Sebastian’s presence was magnetic, unmistakable.He stepped beside her in silence, his cologne mingling with the wind, grounding her in a way words
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The elevator ride back to the penthouse was shrouded in silence. Scarlett stood close to Sebastian, her hand gently brushing against his. She wanted to speak, to offer comfort but the weight in his eyes warned her not to disturb the storm. He wasn’t just angry. He was unraveling.When the elevator doors slid open, the scent of cedarwood and the low hum of classical music greeted them. But the suite, usually a sanctuary, now felt too quiet. Too empty.Sebastian went straight to the bar, poured two fingers of whiskey, and downed it in one swallow.Scarlett approached slowly. “You don’t have to drown it all in silence.”He turned, the glass still in his hand. “What would you have me say, Scarlett? That I spent my life hating a woman who was a victim? That every time I buried myself in work, every time I shut you out it was because I thought my mother abandoned me?”Her throat tightened. “You were a child, Sebastian. You couldn’t have known.”“But I should have!” he growled, slamming the
THE BILLONIARE UNWANTED SUBSTITUTE BRIDE PIECES OF THE PAST
The precinct was colder than Scarlett expected not in temperature, but in atmosphere. The gray walls, flickering overhead lights, and the constant drone of voices created a strange unease. Sebastian walked beside her in silence, his features carved from stone. But she could feel the war inside him the storm of anxiety and rage barely held back by his restraint.Detective Ramirez met them at the entrance to the private investigation room. A tall man with graying temples and sharp eyes, he gave Sebastian a tight nod.“Mr. Hale. Miss Hayes. Thank you for coming.”Sebastian’s voice was low. “You said there’s been a break in the case.”Ramirez led them inside. A corkboard on the wall was pinned with old crime scene photos, faded notes, and time-stamped witness statements. The words Margaret Hale – Case Closed: Suicide were crossed out in red marker.“We reopened the case two weeks ago based on new forensic analysis,” Ramirez explained, pointing to a document. “What we originally thought wa
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