The CEO's Runaway Wife and Secret Heir

white. She didn't breathe. If she didn't move, maybe he would leave.

loud. It was authoritative. It was the voice of a man who owned the buil

olt. The click sounded

door just a c

in the gap and pushed. He didn't shove; he just applie

ain and expensive sandalwood. He looked around the modest living room-the

urled. "C

e shook, but she stood her ground

ssed it onto the small dining table. "You violated your NDA. You stole confidential company dat

d stolen insurance. Evidence of his family'

led with tension. "Pack your bags. You're coming back to New York to s

hall, a sound drifted ou

om

snapped toward the ha

h dropped to her

ke no one." Hart move

grabbed the lapels of his wet coat. "He's my son.

his eyes softened. He remembered her hands. He remembere

m her defiant face back toward the door. The timeline was tight, but pos

, ple

the bedr

ip nightlight cast long shadows.

st seconds before Hart, managing to

he mask covered his nose and mo

y e

in his chest, a vibration he couldn't name. He

The jealousy hit him out of nowher

ha said quickly. "He die

Hart scoffed. "We were

ract, Hart. No

d sickly. Weak. He felt a sudden urge to l

g room. He pulled a black American Express ca

boyfriend's kid. I don't c

the card and threw it back at him. It hit his c

rd on the dirty carpe

all beside her head. "Then I call the FBI. You go to prison for corporate es

ouldn't fight. If she went to jail, Leo went into the s

ned out of her. "But he comes with me

. "Fine. Just keep h

walked out i

her pocket and clutched a crumpled piece of paper. It wasn't a tax

them into th