Dominic
"What did you want to tell me?" Emma asked, her green eyes reflecting the city lights. A strand of hair had escaped her braid, dancing in the winter breeze.
My carefully rehearsed speech evaporated like morning mist. I'd spent hours practicing in my office mirror, planning the perfect way to reveal my identity. But now, watching her small hands grip the balcony rail, hearing the pain in her voice as she spoke about her grandfather's death, I couldn't form the words.
"I..." The truth stuck in my throat like glass.
Her story about Sterling Industries didn't make sense. I'd memorized every major acquisition since taking over as CEO. Bennett Global wasn't in any of our records. And my father, for all his faults, would never authorize breaking brake lines.
Something was wrong. Very
