The billionaire's unwanted love

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od tall at six-foot-two, his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes commanding attention.

o have left the office early. A nagging

ed himself a glass, feeling the smooth liquor burn down his throat. He gazed out the window, the c

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wasn't feeling we

, sir, your grandfather, George

narrowed. "Wh

call him when you returned h

d, knowing wh

ing himself a glass of scotch befo

med over the phone. "I've

ather?" Richard ask

down and give me some great-gr

yes. "We've discusse

red. "I'm not interested in

're as stubborn as

to his parents, who had pas

eep voice remained calm, but a

said, rolling his eyes. "You want m

frustration. "You're thirty-five, Richard! When will you take

his window. "And I'm sure they're all thrilled to

k you're funny, don't you? Well, let me

ted. "I'm shaking wi

be sorry when I'm gone, and you'

"I'm sorry, Grandfather. Sorry tha

, "Fine. Do what you want. But mark my wor

the call, his

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cern. "It's my wife, sir. She's il

d onto Samuels, intr

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de Mom's hospital bed, exha

g me awake. Hannah's na

whispered,

nah asked, her cheerful tone a

ng guilty for hiding th

en trying to reach Mom, but she's not a

couldn't bear to

o sound convincing. "Her phone's been act

"Okay, but is she doing a

ing the facade. "Yeah, she

good. Tell her I love her, and

ugh Hannah couldn'

my sister, but Dad's words echoed in my mind: "N

nd I hung up, feeling like I'd ju

in mine, a reminder

hard to tell H

worryi

reaking h

my eyes wellin

this secret fro

mained troubled. I gazed at Mom,

e. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this

open weakly, her ga

spered, her voic

s of my eyes. "I'm here, Mo

her chest rising and fall

my forehead restin

? Why can't I just te

ped steadily, but Mom's silence