The CEO's Regret: Mommy's Return With Secret Triplets

eaving the morning sky over the

ive desk, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand, staring blindly at the city below. His mind was a toxic l

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thick manila folder and a silver tablet. He looked exhausted, having

ucian muttered, not turning ar

. He walked up to the desk and placed the fol

He set the whiskey g

pean tax filings, family trees. Everything." Marcus tapped a piece of paper. "Julian Pierce is an on

ice suddenly felt

riously. She lied. She looked him dead in the eyes and li

handing it to Lucian. "The hotel lobby cameras were wiped. Whoever runs her tech security is a gen

mpletely steady, but his heart was hammer

hite. It showed Zara stepping out of

from the backseat that made th

mall ch

tle boys. Even in the blurry security footage, Lucian

ace. "According to the driver I questioned, they are about four

an's fingers. It hit the mah

ght train. Five years ago, he threw her out

te. His breathing turned ragged. He closed his eyes, and suddenly,

ant when I ki

t, the rage, and the overwhelming possessiveness crashed into him all at once. He had three ch

meeting with Vance Design is in twenty minutes i

a dark, terrifying fire. He straightened his tie, look

umble. "Tell security to lock down the executive floor the moment Ms.

Minutes

by Julian and Chloe. She wore a sharp black suit today, the color o

t hallway toward the boardroom. "Once he signs, we strip his tech division and a

Zara sai

the boardroom, expecting to see a tab

room was comp

for o

long table, leaning back in his leathe

behind her suddenly slammed shut. The loud CLICK

ng it violently. "It's locked from th

ld. She turned slow

picked up a small remote from the table and pressed a button. The electronic blinds

locking onto hers with a burning intensity that m