The Billionaire’s Secret Wife
Inside were six burner cell phones, a stack of untraceable passports, and a ledger written entirely in his own physical handwriting.
"The Entity relies on predicting rational behavior," Ethan said, tossing her a passport. "So, we are going to do something completely, utterly irrational."
Mara opened the passport. It wasn't a fake identity for herself.
It was an identity for a woman named Cassandra Vale.
Mara looked up, her blood suddenly running cold. "Ethan… Cassandra Vale died ten years ago."
"I know," Ethan said, loading the final magazine into his weapon, the loud click echoing like a judge’s gavel. "And tomorrow morning, she is going to walk into the federal reserve and freeze the globa
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