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The Billionaire's Secret Heir: A Mother's Vow

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 818    |    Released on: Today at 17:10

te on Long Island, a sealed private medical va

thermal blankets, and handed her over t

nd keep a trauma psychologist on standby twenty-four-seven," Aries ordere

r the main mansion's top floor. Thinking of his cold-blooded fat

rs of the master suite, Aries took a br

e nearly made his

ood Bond was squatting awkwardly by the headboard, holding a tiny silv

her head, Clemmy smacked her caramel-sta

, syrupy voice. "How can our sweetest baby look like

ame, his mouth twitching. "...

he slipped the silver spoon up his sleeve, sat straight back into

cking-did you feed all your breeding to the dog

t face you just made and sent it to the board of directors

ur legs!" Ellwood grabbed his gol

es! Can I

door, Clemmy ignored the pudding

mmy looked up with wide blue eyes and tugged on his collar

o mashed potatoes. Mommy is sleeping in the guest wing next

!" Clemmy kicked her little legs,

t back into a syrupy coo. "Good girl, listen to Grandpa. Mommy is very tired and needs rest. Gran

If you lie, yo

d's rough finger before yawning widely and

k. Both men stepped quietly out of the bedroom and rode the elev

d behind them, every trace of wa

h in Brookly

acing federal kidnapping, attempted murder, and child abuse charges. My childhood buddy, Detective

igar smoke. "Twenty years ago, they'd already be f

family's chief intelligence director, walked in carrying

hrough federal databases on Farrah Mathis's

this is twenty-four years old, but every single civil, medical, and vaccination

al ashtray, his eyes narrowing. "Fourteen

nage she lived in burned to the ground in an arson attack. The old director and

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The Billionaire's Secret Heir: A Mother's Vow
The Billionaire's Secret Heir: A Mother's Vow
“Farrah Mathis has one rule: protect her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Clemmy, no matter the cost. When her gambling-addicted foster brother breaks into her Brooklyn apartment demanding money, he doesn't stop at beating her. He dangles Clemmy out the eighth-floor window and rips the jade pendant from her neck. The red cord snaps. The jade stays whole. Then his wet hand slips, and the toddler falls. Farrah screams until she blacks out-certain her baby is dead. What she doesn't know: Clemmy lands on the roof of a bulletproof Maybach belonging to Ellwood Bond, the ruthless patriarch of the Bond financial empire. One look at the child's face and the intact nine-dragon jade, and the old man's hands shake. A rush DNA test confirms the impossible-Clemmy is the biological daughter of his comatose son, Harvy, the sole heir to the Bond empire. Within hours, the Bond family's armed security storms the Brooklyn apartment. But saving Farrah is only the beginning. Because the jade pendant is proof of a bloodline someone tried to erase-and the people who threw Clemmy out that window were never the real threat.”