Engaged to the billionaire by arrangement

her the strength to contain the flood of emotions rising within her. Three years. Three whole years of fleeing, rebuilding, planning his return. She h

ve and intimidating. The last few meters seemed to last forever. She took a deep breath, adjusted her coat, then walked through the large glass doo

with an impassive face, greeted

e said, using the pseudonym she

ovement had to feel natural, even if his heart was beating wildly. She crossed the hall, entered the elevator and presse

room, her eyes scanning the area. Everything was perfect, too perfect, as if this place had been designed for someone else. She placed her bag on

umber she knew by heart. The voice that answered on

e yo

oking at the city ligh

impulse, but a carefully planned mission. Her heart had hardened over t

e blue eyes stared at the crackling fire in the fireplace. The report on his desk contained in

cus, her loyal right-hand m

He finally got up, walking around his desk to stand facing the window. The c

finally asked, his

er. She uses the name Laurent. No

nd brought back memories he would have preferred to forget. Their last confrontation,

er. She had thrown a file onto her desk, her

at you're d

ivities, questionable banking transactions, clandestine deals. He had tried to dissuade her, to explain to her t

a mixture of defiance and pain. Since then, he had wondered if she w

ordered Marcus. If she moves

w that this return was not trivial. Althea was not the type to do things randomly. Sh

s, the readings, the evidence... Everything was there, intact, ready to be used. But this time, she wouldn't

ter. The tension in her shoulders didn't ease, but she refused to give in to worry. Ever

e found a package lying on the floor, with no sender. Suspicious, she picked it up and placed it on the table before ca

come h

f, was heavy with innuendo

ought that a simple message would be enough to destabilize her, he was sore

that stretched out beneath her feet. This return was only t