om the chaotic city outside. Exhaustion finally dragged Caddie

eep. He took off his tailored suit jacket and gently draped it over h

ghtly, leaning

For a fractured second, an intense, d

yone at a calculated distance. But this girl-the one he

ack, his jaw tight.

hour later, the car was winding

around herself, suddenly hyper-aware

ed, her voice husky from slee

al records," Burrell corrected softl

e no blood. But I swore to your father I would protect you. I am y

r through Caddie's chest. She looked away, starin

, the penthouse w

hone. Every tech expert he called gave him the sam

a tablet. "Julien, you need

en TV. A morning news anchor was

iver two days ago. Witnesses say a mysterious female passenger stepped into the cockpit, utilizin

n. It was the side profile of a woman with mes

cing. His heart g

of her shoulders. It looked exactly like Caddie. An

b muttered, squint

wave of irrational panic and

And she's just a coder. There's no way

sensation in his gut. The woman in the photo looked powerful

to a massive, classical white m

n Estate. An elderly housekeeper, Eleanor, stood by the massive

thick manila folder. The brief brush of his fi

dropping to a low, commanding timbre. "

rust fund documents, birth records, a

in the Parrish family's care temporarily after a tragic accident. But when the Parrishes realiz

hitched as she

m the trust fund," Burrell conti

our money. They claimed Kiersten was the heir, and treated y

lothes. Her expensive education. The arrogance she paraded a

ust abandoned her. The

tepping in front of her. He reached out, gently lifting her c

tan. The billions in the trust.

nts of her exhaustion burning away. In

backing away from his touch. "Julien. Kierst

d her jawline. A dangerous, de

ured. "Let's burn thei