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The CEO's Disguised Runaway Lover

The CEO's Disguised Runaway Lover

Author: Landslide
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1791    |    Released on: Today at 14:48

Long's cracked iPhone had

desk under your name. I'm already upstairs. Come str

night alone at the Grand Regency, away from work, family, and every other pres

-colored slip dress-something far more daring than anything she normally

ised he would wait until she was ready, and tonigh

ut an engagement, about leaving behind the frantic pace of Manhattan once his architectu

d out of its worn paper sleeve, and pressed it to the reader beside

lick, the lock released, and one of the do

ng water. Her pulse fluttered. Kai must be in the shower, get

thick crimson carpet swallowing the sound of her heels. She tightened her grip

ainst the partly open door. "I hope you r

bling breath and push

ai usually brought her, a wave of bitter cigar smoke, spilled bour

ill crept do

a rough, ragged sound echoed. It was a man's breathing-heavy, s

ess. Perhaps Kai had already finished his showe

nd pushed the heavy door shut behind her, hearing

Why didn't you tu

glass wall ripped through the room, briefly carving a ta

there was far broader and taller than her slend

ed fingers clamped around h

f balance, yanking her forward until her fa

r sleeve slipped from her numb fingers, hit

go of

her flush against his towering frame. His body temperature was terrifyingly h

g with the suffocating scent of cedar and raw masculine h

t Kai! Who

shell of her ear, thick with suppressed fur

The old men on the boar

in his tone made

ripped her nape to tilt her head back, the raised edge of an old

hands. Her palms pressed into rigid s

I'm a guest-I walked into

broke from his throat. H

smelling this clean... you bastards

ted her off her feet effortlessly, turning on his heel and carry

top! H

rmous king-sized mattress

backward on her elbows, trying desperately to reach the edg

inned her hi

k tie from his collar and pinned both of her wrists toge

d outside, sha

ng glimpse of a chiseled jawline, high cheekbones carved with aristocratic

e than the fluttering of a moth under a boot. Hot tears of humil

on hers with bruisin

ry cry back down her throat. He tasted o

on his lower lip wit

g him, the pain seemed to snap whatever thin thread of restraint he had left. A

trail of fire over her collarbone while her muffled sobs we

relenting hours, matching the fevere

his side, his arm remaining clamped around her waist like an iron chain. His breathing

itch black, her swollen e

harp ache between her thighs was a brutal re

own with trembling fingers and slowly, inch b

ouched the icy

ements. She dropped to her knees, gathering the shredded remnants of her

st the nightstand, her eyes c

lamp, its face engraved with an intricate c

nd pure terror sur

wer that could erase someone li

ot daring to flick a switch, an

fallen in the foyer. Dulce snatched it f

aft of icy hallway air was

ping maw of the dark room, swallowed the bile in

suite door swung shut, Bren

ngering in the corridor had cut through the fever enough to pull him back

man wa

rigid with the effort. His split lower lip throbbed. When

lack hair. A pair of terrified dark eyes. A tiny mole beneath the outer corner of her

her

the wro

silk lying across the black sheets. The fear in her

ot come w

d arranged for that woman to enter his s

the nightstand and called the only

before the second

but deadly steady. "A woman just left Suite 808. Mid-twenties.

e, followed by the rapid

ten," Jax said. His voice sharpened. "The backup footage has been

owly closed around t

ht had expected the drug to

system," he said. "Then fin

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“Dulce Long went to the Grand Regency expecting a proposal-and her first night with the man she loved. Instead, someone lured her into Suite 808. Inside the dark penthouse, a powerful stranger was burning with fever, drugged out of his mind, and convinced Dulce had been sent by his enemies. Before she could escape, he pinned her to the bed and took the one thing she had only intended to give her boyfriend, Kai. Hours later, Dulce stumbled barefoot into the rain. Then Kai called. "Never trust... Justice." Before Dulce could reach him, Kai fell from the roof of a thirty-story building and died in her arms. His wealthy mother blamed Dulce for his death, had her beaten in front of the press, and threw her into the flooded streets like trash. Six weeks later, Dulce discovered she was pregnant-with twins conceived in Suite 808. Because of severe uterine scarring and a critically low ovarian reserve, the twins might be her only chance to become a mother. Terrified of the powerful Justice family and the unknown man who had destroyed her life, Dulce fled the country. Nearly seven years later, she returns to New York with two genius sons and one purpose: uncover the truth about Kai's murder. Her first target is Justice Enterprise, the corporate empire that swallowed Kai's firm after his death. Hiding her beauty beneath sallow makeup, a frizzy wig, and thick glasses, Dulce becomes the CEO's personal assistant. There is only one problem. Her new boss is Brendon Justice-the man from Suite 808. Brendon has spent years searching for the mysterious woman who vanished from his bed. Dulce believes her disguise will keep her safe, but one accidental encounter is all it takes for him to recognize her. She is hunting the man who killed Kai. Brendon is hunting the woman who escaped him. And neither of them is prepared for the two six-year-old boys carrying the Justice bloodline.”