The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son

apartment in Queens. Her lungs burned. She fumbled

also the dining room, which was also the play area. Toys were

she cal

our years old. He had his mother's eyes. Big, brown

, forcing her voice to smoo

med it onto the coffee table. She smoothed it

ed. It was a hars

her hair back. She put on a smile t

ened t

Sharp nose, sharp chin, sharp clipboard. She stepped insi

behind her legs, buryin

e table. She looked

barely dry,"

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. "Where is Mr. Bartlett? The

ed against her ribs.

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walked to the bathroom. The do

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inted to

hbrush,"

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nd sat on the edge of the sofa. She ope

a single-parent household. The state needs stability. This

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d. "Give me a week. He's

on't see evidence of a husband-clothes in the closet, shoes b

out. The doo

sofa. She pulled Leo into

you," she whispered int

e Bartlett To

ing down at the city. It looked l

," Marcus said. "The we

ed in. She was in a wheelchair, but she looked like a queen on a throne

k of photos onto

urger. Addie walking into a run-down apartm

Queens," Hortense said. Her voice was low, dangerous. "And my sources t

at was the deal. The document was flawed;

snapped. "Not a separation scandal before the honeymoon i

a manicured

move in

, humorless sound. "Absolutel

ze the trust. You know the clause. 'Moral turpitude and

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's phone buzzed.

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was he calling? She needed him

pick