His Secret Baby, My Billionaire Boss
By Emily C.
Five years after Gabriel MacAllister wrecked me and disappeared, I walk into his Seattle boardroom as the lead architect on his new skyscraper—curves hidden under professional suits, heart locked down tight, and a four-year-old daughter he knows nothing about. The second his piercing green eyes lock on mine, I know I'm screwed. He still looks at me like he wants to devour me, and every brush of his hand, every late-night revision session, makes me burn. I have to hide our daughter. He has to stop chasing the truth. But the man who shattered my heart isn't the type to walk away twice, and this time he's playing for keeps.
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The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that felt far too cheerful for the way my stomach was trying to climb up my throat. I adjusted the strap of my leather portfolio, still sporting that cof...
Read more →The private elevator to Gabriel's penthouse office hummed upward, and I told myself this was professional. Strictly structural. Nothing about the way my stomach flipped had to do with the memory of hi...
Read more →The construction site smelled like wet concrete and ambition, which was just another way of saying it smelled like trouble. I pulled my hard hat lower against the relentless Seattle drizzle, cursing t...
Read more →The boardroom smelled like expensive coffee and impending doom, which in my experience were often the same thing. I stood at the head of the long glass table, laser pointer in one hand, tablet in the...
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