Maribel Westbrook turns the heavy brass key in the lock, her hands trembling so violently that the metal clinks against the keyhole three times before sliding home. Pushing the solid oak door open, she freezes on the threshold, her chest heaving as she stares at Maddox Sterling standing under the flickering porch light. Without a second thought, she throws herself into his arms, burying her face against the lapel of his tailored wool coat. A series of harsh, wracking sobs rattles her frame as his scent—expensive sandalwood, rain, and sheer male dominance—wraps around her."It is really you," Maribel sobs, clinging to his broad shoulders as if he might vanish into the dark night.Maddox strokes her dark hair with a steady hand, pressing a warm, possessive kiss into the crook of her neck. "Hey, Belle. I am right here."Maribel peeks over his shoulder into the foggy quiet of Westbrook Heights, scanning the street to ensure no corporate vehicles are trailing him. The Sterling Group and th
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