The Billionaire Secret Obsession

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lverware and the occasional burst of laughter. The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling s

ing her down. The dinner rush was in full swing, and she had barely had a moment to breathe.

wine," Lisa, one of the other waitresses, whispe

g a tired but polite smile b

feeling of being watched. It wasn't unusual in a place like this, where wealthy men ofte

ching the moment her gaze locked onto the m

alway

s wat

Sterling for weeks now, always sitting in the same secluded booth. He barely spoke, rarely

iercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. Every time she looked at him

away, her pulse hamm

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ionaire, a businessman, a ghost in the world of the elite. No one kn

red, nudging her playfully. "Un

Please. He's probably just another rich gu

tching you," Lisa teas

, pushing away the thought. She

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e untied her apron and grabbed her coat, ready to head home and collapse into bed. But as

s tinted windows making it imposs

was in

t whether it was from fear or s

let paranoia get the best of her. Maybe it was all in h

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ing frame exuding quiet power. Up close, he was even more i

e asked, her voice s

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wned. "E

hard. You're barely making ends meet,

twisted. "

to know the peopl

olt through her, but she qu

been wat

ted smoothly. "And I'v

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et me guess-you just

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