The Billionaire's Hidden Heiress

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father had been shoving down my throat since I was seventeen-early board meetings, protein smoothies tha

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a small sip of c

everyone else's. Not in a

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now whether to look up or disappear into the floor. Her clothe

ke the others. Her eyes-when she accidentally met m

ed. Damn it

dn't sto

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mix business with staff. Never get distr

y, like she didn't care much about appearances, and her shoes were too worn to be

ing, I cornered

the new

Sinclair. Started

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tayed with

our offshore partners and didn't hear a wor

A name my father once mentioned years ago in a fight

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ting had finished. While acting as though he needed r

, isn't she

ven look at

ead. "You kno

lass down. "She's just a

last name.

or bones if you don't

y father didn't threaten. He warned. The

e was more to Ayla Sinclair than just a h

ore I said somet

secrets wrapped in pretty girls with fire in their eyes. But here I was, a

at my bedroom ceiling, I

ever