The Billionaire's Surprise: Her Secret Twins

harsh, strobe-light flash. For a split second, the shadows in the corners of the room seeme

His face was tight, the skin stretched over his cheekbones by a greed he didn't bother to hide a

about to lose everything. She looked bored. She extended a slender leg, crossing her ankles, and reached ou

way from hers. He was looking at a point somewhere past her left ear, unable to meet the gaze of the woman he wa

off her tongue, flat and dry. She didn't loo

out a checkbook. The sound of him tearing the slip of paper wa

waive any and all claims the children might have on the Reeves trust. Take it

red thousand dollars for a legacy worth billions. It was an insult designed to

doors of the s

ins, their blonde curls a chaotic mess that defied the expensive styling someone ha

rushed in behind them. She grabbed Leo's arm, her nails digging into the fabric

n't look at Grace. He didn't look at Julian. He scrambled across t

ut her arms closed around them instantly. It was a reflex. A biological imperative. Her hands went to

twins with the kind of disgust usually reserved for vermi

ted. The temperature see

came over her was terrifying. She stood up, lifting Mia onto her hip while

was low, a vibration that could be felt i

check. Julian watched her, expecting her to fold it,

e paper. With a slow, deliberate motion, she tore

own like snow, landing on the pristine de

red. "You walk out that door, Imogen, and you are nothing. You lose t

tter than breathe the sam

y, her mouth open, trying to pivot into the role

ng past her. "I hope you all choke on

ook so cold he froze in place. She walked out of the study, down the long hallway lined with po

soaked her trench coat in seconds. She didn't run. She walke

reflecting on the wet pavement. Imogen had ordered it twenty minutes ago.

d. His voice trembled

was wet and cold, but her touch was gentle. "Somewhere safe, s

ed into the front seat. "New Y

gen reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. Not her smartphone-that one was alrea

a soft white light. A single, encrypted

anumeric key. The screen t

pped up: The asset is in pla

uickly. ETA 90 minutes.

window, watching the taillights disappe

erything. The trust, the emergency accounts, all of it. She