The CEO’s Secret Triplets
The ink was dark, thick, and permanent.
"It’s done," Arthur whispered, checking his watch. 2:10 PM.
"No," Bella said, looking toward the library doors. "The lead SUV just pulled up."
Dante stepped toward her. He didn't touch her, but his presence was a cold, protective weight. He reached for the velvet box on the table, opened it, and pulled out a band of platinum set with a diamond that caught the library's dim light like a shard of ice.