The Billionaire's Secret Heir.
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her scarf around her neck as she stepped out of Sweet Reverie, her bakery nestled on the corner of a quiet street. She tugged the hood of her coat
to lock up!" A
s-up. "Got it! Go get s
kery and raising a five-year-old, her days blurred into a cycle of exhaustion and stubborn determination. Tonight
nt. The world felt quieter than usual, though the city never truly slept. A cab honked in the distanc
hen she
an D
his dark coat, and his unruly black hair was damp, yet it did nothing to diminish the sharp angles of his jawline or the piercing b
years since he'd walked out of her life without so much as a backward glan
duck away, his ga
across the rain-soaked st
d herself to remain calm. She couldn't let
voice steady despite the
lose, he was even more devastatingly handsome than she remembered, and that reali
e said, his tone warm, almost famili
est. "I live here, Julian. Have for years. Not ever
face before he chuckled softly.
" she muttered u
udying her intently. "
ied sharply, taking a ste
er leaving her face. "Business. A new venture brought me ba
iness. Of course. That's a
phone buzzed in her pocket. Grateful for the distraction, s
d, turning away to a
bout you," Claire said nervously.
ent was the last person she
en minutes," she sa
s watching her with a mix of curi
, wa
ye, Ju
d racing. Harold showing up unannounced was bad news. And Julian's sudden rea
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