ALMS TO LOVE
Fiona turned over, her arms going protectively to Liza's forehead before she slid out from under the covers.
Charles stood on the other side of the door, dressed already in a steel-gray suit, phone held in his hand. His jaw was clenched in a recognizable fury.
"Something's happened," he said.
Fiona pulled the robe around her and followed him into the drawing room. A tablet sat on the marble table, the screen lit up with a tabloid headline:
"THE SECRET PAST OF FIONA GENERYS: BILLION'S FUTURE BRIDE OR FRAUD?"
Beneath it, grainy images. One of her from years ago, outside a run-down Manila apartment building. Another, holding a feverish Liza in an infirmary clinic. A third: an old letter, fake,
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