Web of Lies

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ot help to soothe the discomfort boiling under my skin. As the secretary of Dominic Kane, the 35-year-old CEO of Kane E

f city traffic and the odd clatter of a mouse or keyboard from other late-night workers. For weeks, I had been staying

in the low light. His typically cool and calculated blue eyes, which were always so clear, now bore something incompre

h a low rumbling in his

at could be so crucial that he was ph

ling and leather furniture defined the large and opulent ar

ed, his voice devoid o

ght alert. Dominic sat down running a hand through his dark hair aft

y," he said, slumping forward. "

Jamie. My younger brother. "Wh

en taken captive. Their demand for a la

my back. "Why would they ha

hough his eyes revealed a deeper worry.

quite sick. " How

. Knowing about our company's operations, the

ply do not have that type of money.

re, Dominic's eyes softened. "Ther

hope flickering a

long breath

aze on him. "Mary you? W

I want you to be my contracted married p

contract marriage? That's... ridicu

action. The contract will provide me with legal clout to guard my assets and

er marrying Dominic, desperate times demanded desperate

minic answered decisively. "If you agree, I'll see to

of his proposition, my heart thumping Through the idea of Jake in

e you tonight to weigh in. Remember, though, the mor

lence. Slumping onto a chair, I fixated on the floor. The idea of marrying Dominic, with his cold at

ce, and traffic sounded far away. In a state of stupor, I s

t t

s I tore it open, my hands shook to expose a single sheet of paper bearing a

ic's offer, they were advising me to keep cooperative. The insight struck me hard:

Jake's terrified face. The doorbell startled me from my day-dream. Peering through the peep

ed-looking Jake with a note scrawled on it: "Time is running ou

Dominic and hope for a fix; else, risk Jake's life by not acting. Ev

ng choice squarely on my shoulders. What I would decide in the next f