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Kissing The Boss's Daughter
Chapter 1 The Return of the Boss's Daughter
ehind oversized sunglasses, scanned the tarmac with a precision only years of training abroad could grant her. Cameras flashed, bu
over her like a heavy velvet curtain. The limousine awaited, black and imposing, doors opening silently as bodyguards flanked her. Their faces were unreadable, hands neve
up behind these walls, every choice dictated, every word measured, every breath monitored. Twelve cousins, each with their own sharp eyes and even sharper tong
the edges, but only slightly. To the world, he was a billionaire CEO, the man who had built Valente Global Enterpri
calm, even as a rush of suppressed frus
envelope across the marble table. "Your schedule. Your wardrobe.
arter, the son of one of her father's oldest business partners, had been chose
Antonio's barely restrained irritation; Vivienne's subtle, elegant gaze, taking everything in; Matteo smirking, dangerous in hi
ndow, taking in the city lights, the subtle hum of life beyond the mansion's walls. She wanted more than this gilded cage-
s not polished or sterile, but alive, human, comforting: bread. The pull was immediate, instinctive. Without thinking
t spilled onto the sidewalk, warm and golden. Inside, a young man worked at the counter, dusting his
rienced in years. No guards. No expectations. Just him, and the or
al, and entirely unpretentious, cutting thro
d," she admitted softly.
genuine and unpracticed. "Then
elt stolen, dangerous, exhilarating. No golden walls. No cold expectations. Ju
an unexpected shiver down her spine. A glance, a smile, a shared breath-s
ite, trained laughter she had used in front of her father and cousins.
irrelevant. And for the first time in her life, Elara Val
ry, the man, and this fleeting tast
