The CEO's Disguised Runaway Lover

Chapter 8

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eping her gaze pinned to the plush wool car

dizzying, 270-degree panorama of Lower Manhattan and the glittering gray expanse of the harbor. The decor wa

Brendon Justice sat reviewing

ic planes of his face. He wore a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled once over his

rged with the quiet, suffocating gravit

, but nearly seven years of survival kept her fi

g precisely two paces from t

coffee, Mr

dry, and slightly nasal, stri

g, scarred fingers, picked up the porcelain cup

rned the cup to its sau

epta

harp as surgical steel, settled directly on Dulce's f

lce kept her eyes deliberately dull, letting her e

r, crossing one long leg over the other, his gaze rak

" he asked, his voi

e Long. Today i

rass pen holder on his desk

er jacket, the frizzy bangs, the blotchy, sallow skin covered in unev

looked like an exhausted municipal clerk who h

s tone dripping with frost. "Tucker is gettin

jab of her finger, letting her lower lip tremble slightly as

head away, dismis

e caught the glint of du

ar matte-silver band she had purch

ndon asked, the quest

hands meekly in front of her jacket. "My husband drives long-ha

lass. Frumpish, burdened with chil

ified air of Manhattan's elite, su

orner of his desk, the barest hint

fts down to legal. I want their redline r

away,

-bound folders, bowed her head re

keeping her shoulders hunched until the

her lungs in a ragged gasp. She leaned her back against the cold m

e was in the lion's den, and the

panoramic glass wall, staring down at the ants scu

ocket, his thumb brushing against the smoo

e empty room, his eyes dark with an unyi

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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.”