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GoeeyGoodday Besties. If you remember I, the lead writer of this book took an excuse to settle the inconsistencies going on. Sorry for all the trouble my team has caused. To all my very good besties that stayed by me and took the time to point them out, I want to say a very big thank you! The book has undergone and is undergoing changes. Like I mentioned earlier; its my first time trying on writing for a larger audience, reasons why I drew help from the members of my team. Its my story but the drafts passes through them to get to what they are now till I get a hang of it and no longer need their assistance. Please I really appreciate your patience and support. Once again, I sincerely apologize and appreciate you all🥰🥰🥰
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Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 89
Friday. Three days remained until Shane’s financial deposition. The bullpen hummed with a tense, electric energy. I typed the final numbers into the coastal vendor spreadsheet. My shoulders ached from hours of hunching over the keyboard. Sarah walked past my desk. Her hip bumped the edge of my pen cup. The plastic container tipped over, spilling blue and black ink across the wood. She did not stop. She kept walking toward the breakroom, her heels clicking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. A loud, dramatic sigh drifted back from the coffee machine. I did not look up. I just swept the pens into my desk drawer with my forearm and kept typing. The old urge to explain myself, to defend my space, was completely gone. She wanted a reaction. I would not give her one. Carla tapped on the glass partition. She held a thick file against her chest. "David is in the conference room," she said. "Mr. Vale and Mr. Blackstone are already waiting." I grabbed my notepad and walked into the executi
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The elevator doors slid open. I stepped into the bullpen. The usual hum of keyboards stopped. A heavy silence hung over the floor. My gaze swept across the cubicles. Dozens of eyes snapped back to their monitors. The low murmur of voices drifted from the breakroom. Sarah leaned against the doorframe. She held a coffee mug. Her eyes tracked my movement. "Nice flowers this morning," Sarah called out. Her voice carried easily across the quiet space. "Must be nice to have two billionaires fighting over you while the rest of us actually work." My bag hit the desk with a sharp thud. I did not smile. I did not sigh. I turned around and walked straight toward the breakroom door. Sarah pushed off the frame, a smug little smirk playing on her lips. She expected me to defend myself. She expected me to explain the paparazzi, the lawyers, or the court case. I stopped inches from her. I crossed my arms over my chest. "My personal life is none of your business," I said. My voice cut th
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With another honk of the horn outside, Gideon sighed and raised his wrist with his wristwatch. "Duty calls." The heavy coat waited on the entryway hook. I grabbed my bag from the counter and followed him out the door. "Let us go face the cameras." Harold parked the car behind the Vale building. The usual swarm of photographers waited by the side entrance. Gideon stepped out first. His hand offered me support. I took it and stepped onto the pavement. The cameras clicked wildly. Gideon kept his body angled to block the worst of the flashes. We walked toward the glass doors. A sudden burst of cheers erupted from the crowd. Elias stood near the entrance. His hands held a massive bouquet of white peonies. A sharp navy suit covered his frame, and a confident smile played on his lips. Gideon’s grip on my hand tightened just a fraction. His jaw ticked. Elias walked straight past Gideon. He handed the flowers to me. "Good morning, Adeline. These matched your dress." I took
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Morning light spilled across the duvet. The soft pressure of Gideon’s lips on my forehead flashed through my mind. He carried me to bed then kissed my forehead right before he left the room. My hand drifted up to touch the exact spot. A hot flush crept up my neck and settled in my cheeks. The memory felt incredibly vivid, like it happened five minutes ago instead of some hours ago. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and closed my eyes. The rich scent of melting butter and vanilla drifted up the stairs, pulling me out of my thoughts. Pancakes. The covers flew off the bed, and I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, splash cold water on my flushed face, and hurry down the wooden stairs. The kitchen island sat empty, but the stove told a different story. Gideon stood at the burner. He wore a dark canvas apron tied low around his waist. His casual shirt hung open at the top, exposing his collarbones and a solid strip of his chest. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing
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Harold unlocked the car doors. Gideon stepped onto the paved driveway and offered me his hand. I took it and let him pull me out of the sedan. The cool evening air hit my face, chasing away the stale warmth of the legal office. Gideon guided me up the walkway. He unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The quiet darkness of the guest house welcomed us. I stepped inside and kicked off my heels. The cool hardwood floor felt amazing against my sore arches. Gideon closed the door and locked the deadbolt. He tossed his keys onto the entryway table and loosened his silk tie. The rigid posture he maintained all day finally melted away. He turned to face me, his dark eyes sweeping over my tired expression. "We are not talking about Shane tonight," Gideon said. His voice dropped to a soft, rough register. "He does not get to ruin our evening." I nodded and leaned against the wall. The heavy knot of anxiety in my chest loosened just a fraction. "I just want to sit down and forget th
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Gideon shut the conference room door. Elias’s lawyers sat on one side of the table, holding their pens over legal pads. Gideon’s team took the opposite side. Elias’s lead lawyer cleared his throat and slid a folder across the table. He started outlining the standard co-parenting framework, his voice filling the quiet room. I pressed my hand flat against the top of the folder to stop him. The lawyer paused mid-sentence. "Before we review your draft, we need to establish the actual baseline," I said. "The standard clauses do not apply here." Gideon leaned back in his chair. His usual hard stare stayed fixed on Elias, but his posture remained relaxed. He let me take the lead. Elias nodded slowly and gestured for his lawyer to wait. His dark eyes locked onto mine. I pulled out my own printed list and slid it across the table. "These are my non-negotiables," I said. "I want a joint trust funded equally by both parties. Elias will have weekend visitation once the baby is bo
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