Secret Of The Butterfly: The CEO's Hidden Heirs

r window. It had been two weeks since that night-the night that refused to leave her mind no matter how hard

dy told he

hite stick from the counter. Two bold lines stare

n her throat. "No..

yes flashed in her mind, the way he had kissed her like a man starved, the way his voice had wrapped

gna

hild-or children-of Damien Kane, the ric

name to protect her. Just a dream of one day becoming a fashion desig

her of trapping him? She remembered clearly how drunk he had been that night,

r flat belly, a tear slipping down h

ights. When the doctor smiled gently and announced she wasn't ca

er voice breaking. "Are

ficult, but if you take care of yourself, they'l

s of Damien Kane. How could she possibly raise them alone? Yet deep inside,

ld. She

h. They had mocked her dreams, belittled her worth. But these babies... they woul

s sliding down her cheeks. "No matter w

im, to see the look in his eyes when he learned he would be a father. But the other part-the stronger pa

uld not be pawn

would study, build herself into the woman she had always dreamed of becoming. She would raise her children in

her belly. She was terrified, but there was strength in her vo

t time in years,