I Hid My Empire For Her Love

Chapter 7

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ey landscape, but her thoughts were back in the small apartment with Julian. She pulled out the n

the Aethelburg terminal, she sent

st an hour later. A

rom the man who had held her so tightly the night before. She sh

when she got there, a harried-looking teller told her the syste

barricades blocked the intersections, and sleek black cars with tinted wind

xt to her muttered. "They shut down

d the only person she knew in Aethelb

he Sterling Grand. It's the big hotel on the corner. I'll meet

th men in sharp suits and women dripping with jewels. Carley, in her simple jeans and sweater, felt dee

sh seating area. He was handsome, dressed in a ridiculously expensive-looking suit, and

. His gaze lingered-a flicker of interest. He leaned over and murmured

energy and expensive perfume, imme

ery husband," Bridgette demanded after

a sneaky picture of Julian at the construction sit

rying a silver tray with a bottle of champagne

s," the waiter said smoothly, noddi

Slate Sterling raised his glass to the

entitled, presumptuous display. Bridgette, a lawyer who'd se

his assistant. "Find out wh

getting antsy. The man they were here to

was trying to pick up was the wife of

helburg to tie up a loose end, but she had a sudden,

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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.”