Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby
"He left a note. He paid Vivian off, signed the NDA, and walked out. He left his phone, his keys, his wallet. He says he needs to figure out who he is."
"Son of a bitch," Marcus muttered. "He actually did it."
"You knew?" Aria’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.
"I didn't know he'd do it today," Marcus said. "But he’s had a contingency plan for years. A 'burn bag' scenario. If the pressure got too high, if the company was compromised... he always said he had a bolt hole."
"Where?"
"He never told me," Marcus said. "He said it was safer if no one knew."