Mistaken Identity: The Cold CEO's Runaway Lover

Chapter 5

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ool metal wall, her chest heaving, and frantically jabbed the button for the ground floor. The opulent b

g as she tried to wipe away the smeared mascara from un

ice crackled through a small speak

hall I contact Ms. Sloane Kensington's office to

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she'd started yelling. His question about a fiancé. He hadn't been a generic predator hunting fo

t lived in a penthouse like this. Julian Sterling. The ruthless boy-genius CEO of Sterling Automotive Group. The

t with a stranger. S

ke a museum. Without a second thought, she bolted. She ran past a doorman

ven stones. The morning air was frigid, a brutal shock to her system that did nothing to cool the fire of panic i

nd pale, blotchy skin, she made a vow. No one would ever know. This

w, watching the small, frantic figure of a woman with disheveled hair

etallic lying on the gray rug. He bent down and picked it up. It was the pull tab from the zipper of

phone and dialed a

y, irritated voice answered. "This had

voice flat. "I need you

meone? Did the ice king finally melt? Was it Sloane? I told you s

ght. "The woman I was with last night wasn't

"She... what? A woman ran away from your bed? Di

ecise, like a detective dictating a report. "Dark hair, about fiv

en in SoHo on a Saturday ni

ide table, then back to the rumpled sheets. He remembered

ence credit card receipts for single female patrons ordering tequila shots between ten and eleven." He p

's getting interesting. A woman on the rebound.

goodbye. His assistant knock

family is... displeas

in on the ground floor of our next clean energy subsidiary," Julia

osing not to ask about the woman

s reflection in the mirror. Across his chest, almost hidden by the dark ha

tory smile to

ion, to the ghost of the woman who had le

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“The location tag on Aubree's phone showed her fiancé intimately hugging a blonde woman at a trendy bar. Numb with betrayal, she rushed there to drown her sorrows, only to drunkenly mistake a towering stranger for a generic cheating scumbag. She publicly cursed him out, threw ice water at his chest, and somehow ended up in his penthouse for a wild one-night stand. The next morning, he coldly offered to hire her as his public girlfriend. "I would rather set myself on fire than ever see you again." Humiliated, Aubree fled barefoot into the city, vowing to bury the toxic secret forever. But a week later, the stranger walked into her company's conference room. He was Julian Sterling, the ruthless billionaire CEO who held her entire department's funding in his hands. He used his absolute power to corner her, forcing her to be his sole contact, and summoned her to his penthouse in the dead of night just to punish her with a brutal, demanding kiss. But just as she was trapped in his aggressive game, she found a bold red lipstick and an embroidered silk scarf belonging to another woman in his sports car. Aubree felt a wave of profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. Why did this tyrant use his wealth to force his way into her life, only to hide another woman behind her back just like her ex? Looking at the undeniable evidence, all her fear and anger were replaced by pure, clinical disgust. Without a single word, she stepped out of his car and walked away into the night, completely severing ties and ready to fight back against the billionaire's control.”