Chapter 8 - The Wedding Date Becomes A Deadly Corporate Countdown
Fourteen days.
That was all the time Nathan had left before the wedding ceremony locked in the fatal insurance payout transfer.
He slammed the leather folio shut on his desk, the sound echoing sharply through the cavernous, quiet study.
Downstairs in the staff quarters, I clutched sleeping Sophia close to my chest, terrified of what the morning light would bring.
We were mere servants in a ruthless billionaire dynasty, easily disposable if Vanessa discovered we knew her secret.
Yet Nathan Cole was not a man who allowed himself to be hunted in his own ancestral home without a fight.
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His cell phone buzzed violently against the polished wood of the desk, displaying an incoming call from Vanessa.
Nathan stared at the screen, letting it ring out into voicemail while his eyes narrowed with lethal coldness.
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