Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride
"The father is... neutralized."
"For now," Aurora said, turning back to her computer. The party, the "animals" outside, were a distant, irrelevant roar. "He is the past. He is a ghost. I am... I am more concerned about the future."
The phone on her desk, the private line for the Maison, buzzed.
It was not a call. It was an email. From her new, American, PR team.
She opened it.
Elias watched her. He watched her face, the "Madame" mask, go, for a single, fractional second, perfectly, terrifyingly still.
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