I Hid My Empire For Her Love

Chapter 3

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, pacing the small living room with the ph

ce crackling with skepticism. "And neither do good looks, which

grew warm. "He

where are we landing?" Bridgette demanded. "And more

nced at the closed apartment door as if Julian

. Julian stood there, holding a brown paper bag that smelle

wave of guilt washed over her, as if he'd caught he

ket. His grey t-shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. The fabric outlined every musc

out waiting for a reply. She practically fled to the kitche

fashioned ringtone echoed in the apartment. I

phone from his pocket. He turned slightly away, his back angled t

-his jaw tightening, his back straightening. A low, deferential voic

o the phone. Then, after

er she'd glimpsed was gone. He was ju

ounter, trying to sound casual.

es. "I'm going to the mall this afternoon. I coul

ce offering, a gesture of care. A way o

. He seemed to consider her words-or maybe something e

he said, h

th twitched again-that ghost of a smile that did strange things to her insides

id a stupid

n. She was definitely getting him a new phone. The best one she could find. It

she thought, and this t

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I Hid My Empire For Her Love

TESS WHITE Romance

“To escape my money-hungry relatives, I, a fallen socialite, made a desperate choice and married a blue-collar construction worker named Julian. He was quiet and protective. I thought I had found a simple, safe life. But when I traveled to Aethelburg to settle my debts, I was cornered by Slate Sterling, an arrogant billionaire heir who wouldn't take no for an answer. Trapped in his penthouse by security guards, my bluff about my husband coming to save me only provoked cruel laughter. They had looked into me and knew Julian was just a laborer. I was completely at their mercy. Suddenly, Slate's assistant received a phone call. The voice on the other end was cold, flat, and absolute. "Get her out of your hotel safely in sixty seconds, or the Sterling family's operations will cease to exist by morning." Slate's arrogant smirk vanished, replaced by pure terror. He scrambled to release me, screaming at his guards to get me out. Standing safely on the busy street, I was completely bewildered. Why would a powerful billionaire be so terrified of a single phone call? And why did that distorted, commanding voice sound so familiar? Just then, my phone rang. It was Julian. "Is your business done? When are you coming home?" His voice was as calm and ordinary as always. But as I stood there shivering, a chilling realization hit my bones: my simple construction worker husband was the terrifying man who just brought a billionaire to his knees.”