Stepdaughter by Day, Wife by Night
He placed it gently into my free hand.
“Welcome home, Lena,” he murmured. “I bought you an island.”
For a second, my brain short-circuited. I just stood there, staring at him, then at the paper in my hand, then back at the pristine paradise waiting for us.
“You—” My voice broke on a stunned laugh. “You bought me a what?”
“An island,” he repeated smoothly, as if he were announcing he’d picked up groceries. “Secluded. Safe. Untouchable. No paparazzi, no Vivian, no lies. Just us. You, me, and Isabella.”
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