The Ghost Heiress: My Dangerous Double Life

nce estate was a

ad shed the white dress. She pulled on a black tacti

micro-decoder into the sole of her left

ive file marked 'Engagement Protocol.' She tapped it. A man's face appeared-sharp jaw, gray eyes, a faint scar bisecting his left eyebrow. Julian

Serena vaulted over the railing, dropping fifteen feet

gray sedan that looked like nothing and h

Half-face, silver fi

as a jagged jaw of light

rling Tower, Julian Sterling loosened his tie. He star

is desk buzzed

red. "Ma

rapped in velvet. "Harrison Vance found

kles turned white. "I'm not marrying some trailer t

he Asian sector assets

ne onto the desk. He

ntered. "Sir. The hacker signal. We t

ually cold, lit up with the t

Serena's chest, a physical rhythm that matched her heartbea

ilver mask obscuring her upper face. A wig of l

n arms dealer, sloppy, drunk, a blonde on each arm. The

ar a path. Julian didn't sit. He stood in the shadows of a cor

saw

lub girl. She walked with a center of gravity that was

n her way. She leaned in, whispering a phrase in rapi

owned. In

mpagne. She stumbled-a calculated trip. The cham

o sorry!" s

ic, her hand moved. It was a blur. Two fin

f the booth before he

a roar erupted from t

, the dance floor was a sea of bodies. Behind her,

ng was standing there, looking

where to g