The CEO’s Secret Triplets
Bella said, her voice trembling with suppressed rage, "you give me the keys to the Geneva vault. Not as a trade secret. As my personal property."
Dante’s eyes narrowed. "That’s a steep price, Bella."
"The price just went up," she said. "Because if I’m going to be a saint on television, I’m going to need the power to perform a few miracles."
She walked out of the boardroom, her heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic warning on the marble. She didn't look back to see if Dante was following. She had to get to the elevator. She had to get to the kids. But as she reached the lobby, she saw the bank of cameras and the tall, silver-haired man holding a microphone.
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