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Reed POV The sound of the patio door opening followed by the mouthwatering scent of roasted walnuts had us both turning to see Heather exiting the cabin. She is wearing a knee-length loose-fitting dark purple skirt with a white chop halter top. Her hair is down and still damp from her shower. The small amounts of water that are dripping from her hair are causing her white top to become see-through in places. No bra again, she really is going to be the death of me. I know I should stop staring, but how can you when there is someone this perfect standing in front of you. “Is there anything I can help with?” The sound of her sweet voice pulls both Lucas and I out of thoughts.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

“She’s smart. She’s moving fast, avoiding anything predictable.” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You’re supposed to be ahead of her. Not chasing her tail.” I gave him what he wanted. Just enough to keep him chasing ghosts. “I’ve got something,” I said. “A contact in Wichita flagged a girl matching her description. Bus station. Two days ago. Alone.” He raised an eyebrow. “Wichita? That’s a shift. Why there?” “She’s not going home. Not yet. KC’s too obvious. Wichita’s got enough traffic to disappear in. Cheap motels. No questions.”

The moment the young woman stepped out, every eye turned toward her. Up on the northwest wall, the exhausted female soldier forced herself up from the ground. Limping, she made her way toward them step by step. "I'm Maisie Willis, deputy director of West Sea Base. And you are…?" Hayley's gaze settled on her. "Hayley Reid of Haylight League." The name hit like a spark. Everyone around them lit up instantly. Haylight League. She was the leader they had only heard about in stories.

In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.

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“Dad… Willow…” “Well? I haven’t got all day. Is she playing the victim again? “Hmph! God knows where she picked up these bad habits. She’s always been meek and unassuming. Thanks to Casey’s letter, we know who she really is.” Sandra looked up from crying her eyes out. “Try and talk some sense into Willow, Caleb. Casey is her sister. I can plead her case as long as she tells us where Casey is.” Her behavior disgusted me. I was also frustrated with Caleb. How hard could it be to announce my death?

Her eyes flew open, and she gasped. The woman's face bore an uncanny resemblance to Liesel's, yet it was filled with sorrow. While Liesel's beauty was dynamic and sharp-edged, hers was more serene. The woman hidden away on said remote island was Heather, the elusive woman everyone had been searching for. "Ms. Mallone, you've failed again." Heather lifted her gaze and gave him a gentle nod. She climbed out of the chamber and reached for a towel to dab the cold sweat from her face. "What's the situation back home?"

In the midst of the jubilant socialites, William's sharp eyes catch a glimpse of Camilla, the daughter of Willard Chan, the influential mogul behind Diamond IT Corporation. She moves with skillful elegance, her every step exuding a deliberate charm. Her figure is accentuated by a body-hugging, barely-there dress that leaves little to the imagination, its thin fabric teasingly hinting at what lies beneath. Her beauty draws the attention of many, but her focus is solely on William.