THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECOND CHANCE BETRAYAL
"I didn’t sell you, Dante. I never touched that money. I spent five years working myself raw in a kitchen just to buy milk for our son. I saved you because I’m a fool. Because I still see the good in you."
Dante reached out and brushed hair from her forehead, gentle for once. "I want to believe you," he said. "But the smoke in my head tells me you’re just a dream."
An hour later, they reached the boatyard. The place felt abandoned, ghosts of old ships rusting in the drizzle, the air thick with oil and salt. Raven was first out, gun ready. Marcus helped Dante out—he could barely stand. June followed, clutching the secret book.