A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

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"If you don't want the public to know how you almost killed me, then, marry me" I said. "What?" The stranger asked, his mouth dropping open. "Marry me, Rowan Cardel" I repeated. "I want you to marry me" When Sia Stanton asked a complete stranger, Rowan Cardel, to marry her, she had only one goal-to prove to her family that she got a better man than her ex-fiance who cheated on her. What happens when Sia falls dangerously in love with this stranger, despite how tough it gets? What happens when she is forced to leave him, only to return six years later with twins, for him? Read this book to find out!!

Chapter 1 An unexpected surprise

SIA POV

Two days!

That's how long I have to wait before getting married to the love of my life, Nolan Reeds.

The air was thick with tension as I felt the darkness pull me under. The last thing I saw was Killian's eyes, wide with alarm, his voice fading into the void as he screamed my name. Then everything went black, and I was thrust into the recesses of my mind, where the past was waiting to devour me whole.

Eight years ago, I had been a different person, an ambitious patrol officer with dreams of making a difference. The world seemed simpler then, but that was before I crossed paths with Bado. The name itself was a ghost, whispered among those who dared to acknowledge it, yet there was no concrete evidence to pin it down. That all changed when I rescued a young boy-Sam-who wasn't just any child. He was a clone, a perfect replica of another human being, manufactured by a shadowy corporation known as Th3a. They didn't exist on any official records, but I knew they were real. I had seen their work with my own eyes.

I reported what I found, but instead of praise, I was met with silence. My superiors dismissed my claims, urging me to drop the case. But I couldn't. The boy's lifeless eyes haunted my dreams, and I knew I was onto something bigger than any of us could comprehend.

Months passed, and I was promoted to the DEA. It should have been a victory, but it felt more like a death sentence. Three detectives had died investigating the same case, and I was next in line. My first assignment was simple: gather evidence against Rowan Chandler, a suspected drug kingpin. But as I dug deeper, I realized Rowan was nothing more than a pawn in a much larger game. He was no king-just a sacrificial lamb.

I was supposed to pull out, to abandon the case when it became too dangerous. Orders came down from above, but I couldn't let it go. I was too deep, too close to uncovering the truth. The deeper I went, the more twisted the story became. I found old files, bizarre reports that seemed more like science fiction than reality. But I had seen the impossible-a clone that rotted away within seconds of death.

The name Bado kept resurfacing. It wasn't just a name; it was a specter that loomed over every aspect of my investigation. Eva Foluma Industries was a prime suspect, but two days before I could obtain a search warrant, the entire board was wiped out. It was a massacre, and the message was clear: I was playing a game I couldn't win.

I infiltrated one of their facilities, a massive underground compound hidden beneath the desert. What I found there was beyond comprehension-rows upon rows of human replicas, each more perfect than the last. They weren't just clones; they were an army, waiting for activation. Bado wasn't just a drug lord; he was a puppeteer, controlling an entire population with a drug derived from an alien species called Stnax from a planet known as Uptrian.

As I moved through the facility, I was ambushed. They erased all my evidence-videos, audio, everything. All that remained were my memories, fragmented and fragile, and no one would ever believe what I had seen. But I remembered, and that memory was my curse.

Back in the present, the flashback hit me like a freight train. My eyes fluttered open, and I was back in the room. Killian was on the ground, his body convulsing as Dr. Frank stood over him with a smug grin.

"Stop!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "I'll go with you, just stop!"

Dr. Frank tilted his head, considering my plea. With a snap of his fingers, the electric currents stopped, and Killian collapsed in a heap. Two men grabbed me, roughly cuffing my wrists behind my back. I didn't struggle. What was the point? We were outmatched and outnumbered. I could only hope that going quietly would buy us some time.

They dragged us out of the house, shoving us into a van. I glanced at Killian, his eyes full of pain and confusion. This wasn't the end-not yet. I still had fight left in me, and as long as I was breathing, I would keep fighting.

Inside the van, they connected us to some kind of tubes. I tried to pull away, but the men held me down, forcing the cold metal into my veins. Within moments, everything started to fade again. My vision blurred, and I could feel the sedative working its way through my system.

As the darkness closed in, I caught a glimpse of Dr. Frank's face, his lips moving as he whispered something to one of his men. I couldn't hear the words, but I saw his expression-cold, calculated. My mind raced with possibilities, but before I could piece it together, the world slipped away.

In the fading moments of consciousness, one word echoed in my mind-*Bado.* What did it mean? What connection did it have to all of this? And why was it the last word I remembered before everything went black?

My voice trailed off as the implications of that last thought gripped me. I replayed the scene in my mind, trying to piece together what I had witnessed before I blacked out. The memory of Dr. Frank's lips moving, forming those unsettling words, gnawed at me.

"Recharge... they needed to recharge..."

My heart pounded as a terrifying possibility began to form in my mind. Could it be true? Could we-Killian and I-be clones too? The thought was absurd, and yet, everything I had seen, everything I had uncovered, pointed to something far more sinister than I had ever imagined

As we descended into the unknown, I realized that whatever was waiting for us on the other side wasn't going to be merciful. This was just the beginning of a nightmare from which we might never wake.

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