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Chapter 5 Danielle's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER California smelt the same, but I wasn’t the same woman who had left five years ago. The Danielle Jules who’d been dragged through betrayal, humiliation, and the edges of death no longer existed. The woman stepping out of the black Rolls Royce in front of Reese Tower was smarter, richer, and infinitely more dangerous. Dressed in a custom made black silk with a slit high enough to turn heads. The paparazzi swarmed the entrance of Reese INC.’s grand opening, their cameras

I saw the little things no one else did—the strength beneath her gentleness, the fire hidden behind her poise. And it drove me mad. I leaned back in my chair. “You’re spiraling,” Danielle said without looking up from the tablet she’d just handed me. “I don’t spiral.” “You haven’t looked at a single document in ten minutes. Your eyes are glued to Emma like you’re about to propose. Again.” I smirked. “What if I am?” Danielle raised a brow. “Then you should warn security. Half the internet thinks she’s your secret wife already.” Good.

I wanted to help him, to ease some of that burden, but I wasn’t sure how. I caught sight of Daniela in the library, her long black hair tied back as she flipped through a thick leather-bound book. If anyone would know how to get through to Alex, it was her. Daniela had been by his side for years, and though she rarely spoke of it, I knew she had insights into the man behind the steely exterior. "Daniela," I called, walking over to her. She looked up, her sharp brown eyes softening slightly when she saw me. "Kelly. What brings you here so early?"

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

CHEAP TRICK Book Four in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Prologue One year ago… Danielle Someday, I’ll stop lying to myself. When I say I’m going to get my life together, I’m going to actually do it. Someday…just not today.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, light rain drizzled beneath the harsh cries of crows as Anna dragged her suitcase across the courtyard and ran into Danielle. Danielle looked at her in surprise, then glanced at the huge suitcase. She scratched her head, clueless about what was happening, her face filled with suspicion. “Don’t celebrate too early, Danielle!” Anna hissed. Danielle pointed at herself. “M... Me? What did I even do?” “You’re just the billionaire’s newest toy... once he gets bored, you’ll be tossed into the trash too. I’ll live long enough to watch that day come.” Anna angrily brushed past Danielle, even shoving her hard enough that she nearly fell. Danielle stared after her

Alive. "Daniella," I breathe out, my voice thick. "Did you feel that?" Daniella looks down at my hand resting on her stomach, her eyes going wide, then softening into a glowing, tear-bright laugh. She covers my hand with hers, pressing us both harder against the small miracle growing under her skin. "Hey, little one," Daniella whispers down toward her shirt, smiling up at me. "Your dad is about to start reading baby science manuals out loud again if you keep kicking like a soccer player."

‘Ex-wife of billionaire, Danielle Foster Harrington, dies after a brutal car crash. Nobody knew that I’d survived. Today wasn’t merely a meeting. It was my first presence in the world after four years of secretly working and planning my revenge behind closed doors. I hadn’t forgotten about Elijah or the pain and suffering he’d made me go through. I’d taken four years of my life to plot my revenge. And now? I was back. Harringtons Corp., the very edifice of his power, was my target. It was a takeover, not a partnership, as I’d made them believe.

, I replied slowly. " Wow, what shame no one told me this earlier," Danielle took a sip of her wine. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headboard. She seemed exhausted. I decided not to disturb her. That gave me a rare moment to admire Danielle's beauty. Her body was breathtaking. I wanted to run my hands over every curve of her. Today's evening was a real test of my strong will.

His voice was low when he answered. “Because I blew my chance once. I’m not doing it again.” Catalina, my best friend, once again tried to warn me. “Sin, I love you, but be real. Guys like him don’t settle with girls like you, stop giving him the chance to use you. His kind experiment and you’re just the new flavour.” I wanted her to be wrong. But the doubt? It rooted itself inside me. Until Steel showed up again. One afternoon, I caught a girl shoving my sketchbook into the fountain. Before I could react, Steel was there. He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her aside, and his voice was calm but sharp as a knife.