His Unwanted Wife: The Secret Pregnancy

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turned white. The fluorescent lighting of the penthouse master bathroom glared off the pol

their quiet, strictly confidential marriag

pointment into the zipped inner pocket of her leather bag, and walked into the walk‑in closet. From the mahogany racks, she selected a ch

tracker showed the Montgomery Group private jet touch

p autumn air leaked through the high penthouse corridor. Instinctively, she rest

garage, she climbed into t

" she told the driv

streaks of red and yellow. Harlow turned her engagement ring around her finger, rehearsing the wor

ate. Harlow stepped out into the drizzle, declining the driver's umbr

o the panoramic windows that overlooked the tarmac. Outside, a Gulfstream

ow's pulse kicked up. She bypassed the secur

in dark suits stepped out first, followed by A

tall, broad-shouldered

anic crossed his features before he quickly smoothed i

his voice stiff. "You shouldn'

ty doorway of the plane. "Where is Damond?

ur said, swallowing hard. "He transferred to a private

thout a word, she pulled her phone from

ail, the call connected. In the background, the soft, melancho

fingers tightened

can't come to the

s smooth, low, and laced with

noise of the airport hangar

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sternum. The Hollywood starlet. The woman Damond

he call, her stomach instantly heaving with a violent wave of na

watered. In the mirror, her face looked hollow, stripped of color. She tur

rlow stood upright, smoothed her damp h

e exit, his posture rigid. "Ma'a

t him off, her tone flat and dist

back across the city, she kept her hand pressed firmly against her stoma

Darkness swallowed her as she stepped inside. N

mperature water at the kitchen island, and looked down at the p

ty apartment settled o