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Chapter 2

Word Count: 1163    |    Released on: 13/06/2026

woman who had fled i

t, her face a mask of cool concentration. The Florence sunlight streamed into her private

as a masterpiece of white silk and delicate lace, but a single, dark thread of obsi

am

ture man, serious and observant. He had her dark hair, but his eyes-a startling, stormy gray-were a mystery

voice, once soft, now he

kbench. The caller ID read

phone on spe

me through the line. "Seraphina Webster's personal assistant confirmed her attendan

ips curled

her? After what she did to you?" Colin

ring a flight from Paris. A doodle. A draft. Nothing more. And that desperate fool

" Colin

lm. "Find someone to bid against her. Let her prove she can afford her future h

ice, warm with understan

son, her expression softening instant

ars, lit up with a mixture of excitement and

ing his small face. "Yes. And

es us two lives, my love. Your brother's.

n for their return. One that twisted her stomach into a kn

of congenital anemia was progressing. His only hope

or. She did not even know the donor's n

lcome back to the city. Brianna stepped out of the term

her throat. Her heels clicked against the pavement in a

all hand in his. The boy's gray eyes

age off the belt. In the confusion, a man in a nearly identical black suit jostled h

or his computer-he needs to contact the designer Spect

case a second glance. He grabbed the nearest handle, barked an apolo

the remaining suitcase and rejoine

young doctor who had saved her life five years ago, n

for tomorrow morning," he said, his voice warm

tightened. "We'll be the

ual missions-revenge and salvati

pulled off her sunglasses. Her gaze swept over the familiar skyl

the Webster Consolidated building came into view. A fire

he told the driver, he

r interior of a Rolls-Royce Pha

he said, placing the suitcase

. He sat in perfect stillness-a statue

my email by noon," Calhoun said,

ock. It wasn't responding. It wasn'

s isn't you

e the color of a winter storm,

orce it

d pried the latches ap

ce wen

stead, silk blouses, lace bras, and a red negligee spille

d and closed like

ped across his briefcase. His jaw

each word dropping like

er. "Sir... I believe I took th

hat followed

oice dangerously soft. "It took me three months to get her to agree to a meet

areer flashing

houn commanded. "Get my computer back. And p

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