didn't sleep
in his penthouse. Vanessa Cole had smiled, laughed, and walked away, leaving him with a burning ce
hought back to the café. To Zara. To the girl who had argued with him ov
ina
right now, Vanessa was the prob
nt, his father's former head of security, a man whose calm presence co
sa Cole. Everything. Where she goes, who she talks to, every doctor,
ects we're investigating, she could destroy your image. And the
p me into marriage with a lie. I want proof before I
lling out his secure tab
ew York City. Sweat dripped from her forehead, mixing with the early spring breeze. Her thoughts we
nd to grab coffee, barely glan
it was
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fr
know how it had happened. She had no idea Vanessa was orchestra
café. Adrian's laughter.
'd been avoiding: she
breath
ot the city or the empire. She wa
r stomach instinctive
ermination shifted. She wou
d wait. She
didn't know the
en he
ng would
Adrian leaned over the
heduled at a clinic downtown-exactly as the paparazzi had captured. But someth
's min
g this. She
nning. One wrong move, and the board, the p
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