365 Days With A Billionaire
“We face her together. Alex doesn’t see us afraid. He doesn’t see us divided.”
Vladimir looked at her, his eyes softening. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Together, then.”
Grace stepped from the SUV, her posture perfect, her expression calculated. Her eyes flicked toward Alex first, and then slowly, deliberately, to Claire and Vladimir. “Oh, what a picturesque little family,” she said, voice dripping with false sweetness. “I almost envy you… almost.”
Claire stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Alex. “We’re not playing your games, Grace. Whatever you think you want… you can’t have it. Not Alex. Not Vladimir. And not me.”
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