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Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 91
Elias tapped his fingers against the steering wheel and pulled the car onto a quiet, tree-lined road. "Change of plans," he announced. "The Nile is too crowded." Gideon shifted in the jump seat. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Where are we going?" "The Blackstone conservatory," Elias replied. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "It is quiet. The glass walls block the wind. No paparazzi." Gideon uncrossed his arms. He looked at me. "Are you comfortable with that?" I nodded. The heavy exhaustion of the morning pressed against my shoulders. A quiet, enclosed space sounded perfect. "Take me there," I said. The car rolled to a stop in front of a massive glass structure. The iron gates slid open. Elias parked the car and stepped out. He opened my door. I took his hand and stepped onto the gravel path. A cool draft swept through the entrance. Gideon stepped in front of me immediately. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The heavy fabric swall
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David spread a stack of printed transcripts across the table. The black text blurred slightly in the morning light. My old text messages to Shane filled page after page. I picked up the top sheet. The words stared back at me. ' I am sorry. I will stay home tonight. ' ' Please do not yell at me in front of the staff. ' ' I did not mean to make you angry. I will fix it. ' My chest tightened. The familiar, heavy weight of the past pressed down on my ribs. My hand shook just a fraction. I pressed my fingertips flat against the paper to stop the movement. Gideon stood behind my chair. His hands rested on my shoulders. His thumbs rubbed slow, steady circles into my tense muscles. Elias sat across the table. His dark eyes tracked my face. He did not look at the papers. He looked entirely at me. David tapped a pen against the legal pad. "His lawyer will read these out loud," David said. "He will try to paint you as unstable. He will ask why you stayed." I set the paper d
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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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