THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET HEIR

ed like burnt

ed their drinks, and the lunch rush hadn't even started yet. She pasted on a sm

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n Bla

e air around him. Tailored charcoal suit, icy expression, eyes like a s

n who broke hearts and didn't

s buckled b

't smile. He looked her dead in th

screamed. He

e didn't know him. Hoping this was some s

urmur. "Don't play games, Leah. Not when

nd and crashed to the floor,

uted from behind the counter. But Leah heard

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't stopped pounding since she'd left work early with a lie tumbling from her lips. Adrian

f water with shaking han

?" she finally asked

test. A background search. A mistake you made e

n't hiding him from you

ld. "From me? Or

nched.

nt cu

d ran cold.

to the window, arms crossed. "You took five years of my son's l

n shallow gulps.

urned to face her. "Unles

own her spine

and I'll give you time with him. Refuse, and I take you to court.

m, stunned. "This

n't de

w something else-pain. Betrayal. A broke

her son... for the boy sh

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s lips

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