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"Damien should be here." That was my first coherent thought. The space beside her - his space - lay undisturbed, the Egyptian cotton pillows still perfectly fluffed from last night's turndown service. I'd gone to bed alone again. This wasn't unusual. But today, the emptiness felt like an omen. my phone screen illuminated with a CNN News Alert. The headline burned itself into her retinas: **BREAKING: Blackstone-Moretti affair Tape Leaks - Billionaire Caught in Dubai Affair**

He handed me the paper and pointed to an article on the front page. The headline caught my attention immediately. I read the words slowly. “Valehart Heiress Linked to Massive Secret Fortune.” My fingers tightened slightly around the page. Leo sat down across from me. “The media had found out about the fund,” he said. I continued reading the article carefully. It talked about the hidden inheritance, the global properties, and the enormous value of the investments. Near the bottom of the article another sentence caught my eye. I read it slowly. A financial expert quoted in the article made a bold prediction.

Sacha replied, grating the words through her teeth while also feeling just as freaked out. Gavin quickly got off the bed to rush to her and check with his own eyes. But he only ended up making Sacha blush, her cheeks turning red as he seemed to not notice that he was completely naked. As soon as he noticed where her eyes were going, he quickly picked up the bedsheet and wrapped it around himself. Sacha felt like, almost chuckling for even she could secretly admit that he really was well endowed. Add in the six-pack well-built body. As she gave him the paper, those sexy eyes widened more as he read the marriage certificate too.

It awfully looked like they’re used to his charade. "I am his new secretary." I smiled barely. One, because we were both foreigners between these people. Secondly, because It was hilarious. Dainty, polished office workers were hardly a threat to me. And women filled with ambition and envy were more gullible and easy to trip. Their Boss though was the issue, a man who is living a double life, too diverse, a philanthropic Billionaire, and a Cosa Nostra member. A man as such knows things and sees through people.

"So you have an idea?" "God, I wish, I keep thinking I do, and then I sit down and I'm blank. I feel like I want to start typing, and sometimes I even do, but it's nothing good." She shot a glance at Addie. "And if that get's out, I'll know it was you." "Hey, your secret is safe with me." Addie held up her hands in defense. "Maybe you'll let me read one of those starts before you delete it?"

"Sometimes I feel like there's a part of your life I don't know about." Lucas smiled. "Everyone has secrets." Stella's expression softened. "That's true." Lucas reached for a glass of water. "But one day, I'll tell you everything." Stella looked at him. "When?" "When the time is right." She nodded. "Okay." Lucas smiled. He knew exactly what he couldn't tell her. Not yet. Not about Milord. Not about the underground network. Not about the five trillion dollars. Not about Sterling Horizon. And certainly not about the dangerous people now moving around him.

Figueroa almost fell from his seat and was able to understand what was stated in the bank book and documents, especially the name of the account holder. Jedizon and Zandrex looked at the reaction they saw in the CEO but didn't ask. Mr. Figueroa immediately absorbed the hot chocolate as he typed John Dave's name into his desktop computer in front of his desk. Two words wanted to escape from the mouth of Mr. Figueroa regarding John Dave and this is the, "secret billionaire." Mr. Figueroa passed the files to Jedizon to finish it and the hard copies to Zandrex to photocopy for the copy for John Dave.

A smile spread across my cheeks as I read through the blog. “Sebastian Hartley, the soon-to-be CEO of the Hartley Group of Companies.” Everything good was written about him—aside from his coldness. But that’s expected, considering he’s a billionaire. “Can I share in your joy?” Zara asked, drawing my attention. “It’s nothing,” I lied. She admires Sebastian too—so much that she’d want him between her thighs. “Oh, okay,” she muttered. I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog.

She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted. She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly. She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur. It counted for forty percent of her final grade. She had gone online to do research. After floundering through

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