The Billionaire Thought I Aborted, Then He Met My Twins

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it. Once. Twice. Then she fed the pieces into the small, personal shredder she kept by the vanity for sensitive documents. She listened to the mechanical whine as it ch

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greeting. No warmth. Just the deep, clipped tone of a man issuing an order. "Br

ine was barely visible through the sheets of gray

he whispered, her throat

l blow. "We are in the middle of a delicate negotiation with the board. I cannot have

ne wen

lled out a black Chanel suit. It felt like armor. It felt like a shroud. She a

ub. The rain was torrential. It bounced off the pavement, creating a knee-high mist. Avery ste

eel security

suit tailored to perfection, his face set in lines of ir

g theatrically. She looked small. Fragile. She l

d whipped her hair, but his expression hardened instantly. He looked around the empt

o cover them, exposing her own back to the freezing downpour. The wate

ed into Julian's chest. "I feel so terrible making you

eginning to chatter. She gripped the

r. He paused before getting in, turning to look at Aver

dn't hear. "Take a taxi back. I need to debrief Scarlett on t

. The doo

o the gray mist. They hadn't offered her a ride. He had checked for

g so hard she couldn't fit the key in the lock. Her temperature was spik

e thought.

in and Scarlett's floral perfume. He pushed open the

ut a dry, h

g his tie as he walked past the bed.

d out, soaking into the pillow. She didn't make