She Faked Her Death And Returned As A Legend

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s. Bedsheets twisted into knots. Blurred sil

e Genevieve Clarke had re

like it wanted to dig into her flesh-she recognized it instant

stamp on the photos. Th

ng, yet he'd been gone for three days straight. His assistan

ndeed. Desperate

d closed the message thread. Scrolling t

s answered

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ked in until it's over. No leaving, no outside contact. If you join the research team, your identity is erased. Every record, gone. You'd be r

at the wedding ph

both their eyes, almost

those sweet memories, once so pre

I'll be there tomorro

before Fiona

all, athletic figure strode through the door. His well-defined hand

the coat rack, carried the scent

for heat.

sn't. So bland. S

ower and emerged wrapp

domen. Damp hair fell across his forehead, the moisture ma

prince of finance. Julian's appeal-in

her heart flutter, the sight o

staring at? Ca

y around her waist, his vo

own the curve of her hip. He

estepped, eva

n midair. A faint fr

ng? Are you

he wouldn't stoop to a confro

down and retrieved a small lockbox from the

ft fo

gned divorce paper

pen it if you g

used to do to get his attention. Utterly uninterested, he took the box and tossed it onto the table. Then h

est gift I co

ulian paused, then le

issed our anniversary. Y

walked to the coat rack. From his jacket, he retrieved

ou li

elaborate piece, intricately filigree

for you. You love things lik

ing, yet laced with

e this would have m

dge knew Julian was

had believ

oto on her phone, she wo

d in seductive abandon. Her long, wavy hair was loosely pinned with that s

a kind. You d

gently lifted a s

fingers brushed against her skin-a ge

wanted to grab that hairpin and

, they were cold, all he

ally one

hing felt off, but just as his expression darke

one of a kind,

out and clos

finish tonight. You go on t

clutching the box, and walked

ened robe, and an inexplicable em

finitely acting

n the lockbox on the t

how deeply Genevieve loved him. No matter

ve

nsistently in the

creen. The explicit, suggestive messa

hen deleted the exchange. Tossing the pho

filled his senses, soothing his nerves

phed the hairpin and sent the im

r me as soon

an accoun

he mone

l fund for the Ve

, at least the money co

.

Julian woke, Geneviev

up on his elbows an

ough with sleep, laced w

e. Give m

her shirt, froze for a second. She took a deep

titute, so I have to go. There's no time for

nd turned away, just as she had the

llow feeling surged through him, a

reakfast ready. She'd wake him when it was perfectly warm, acting

was wrong wi

evie

oor. It cut through her, so sharp it stole her breath. The

expression per

es

but seeing nothing amiss, he dec

ate. The Beacon Project has hit some complications, so I'll be s

ka

ave him a s

bright, she looked just like the girl

gh him, and his ton

to Serenity Isle for a few days. We'll

nd into the gaping wound in

travel routes. She'd made him promise that on every anniversary, they'd pi

r woman to Serenity Isle. The photos of th

replied softly, "Sure.

turned and walk

warmth remain

ian would be t