Morning sunlight filtered through the car as Renne drove. Emma’s fingers gripped the folder on her lap, her stomach twisting. Damien! She couldn't sleep the entire night. Thousands of thoughts crowded her mind.
He is a billionaire! And… he is the father of my babies! Margaret… She treated me so kindly. If she finds out…
“Don’t worry,” Renne said casually, glancing at her. “I will introduce you as my secretary. No one will know the real you and the Denisons have no connection with the Jones.”
Emma nodded, swallowing hard. “I know… it’s just…” She trailed off, looking out the window at the bustling city.
The automated doors of the tall tower opened into polished marble and soft lighting. Renne led the way confidently; Emma followed, nerves coiling tighter with every step.
As they stop
