Billionaire's Hidden Wife

THE WOMAN I

lights of Manhattan. Inside a sleek black limousine parked across from the towering Blackwood Cor

was old, slightly worn, but warm enough. Her hands trembled-not fro

. Five yea

reminder of how long she had stayed hidden, silent,

had once cal

und should've healed. She hadn't stepped foot in New York since she left, hadn't dared breathe the same air as

t here to

at she to

here for

ure, noth

ked gently, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. He wa

t smile. "No, Mr. Gre

r in the glass of the towering skyscraper: a woman changed. Her dark hair was tucked beneath a modest beret,

the morning rush. Security guards stood at

a'am. Do you hav

. I'm here for the secretary pos

ears, the identity she'd built from the ashes of her former self. She clut

er in the tabloids. Ad

financial world before he turned thirty. But they didn't know him the way she did-not the way he looked when the

is family

ing in the shadows of his empire,

she wa

-ceiling windows, a crystal tumbler of whiskey in one hand though it was barely 9 a

today. Something gnawed at him-an ache he couldn't n

that date

mber

anyone else. But to

she va

el

himself she didn't matter, not anymore. She left. She chose to

t made headlines, trying to forget her. But the truth

stopped s

stopped m

houghts. His assistant, Mara, st

of vulnerability behind his

front office secretary role. We pulled her f

an f

it him lik

. Her trail had gone cold years ago. Still,

yself," he said

linked

heard

l. The office was pristine, modern, everything she remembered it to be. The scent

loudly she feared the wh

e door

walke

n Bla

an the world worshipped. Charcoal suit, black tie, th

second, ti

es met

ing fl

ion? Dou

owering her gaze, afraid the t

trolled, neutral, but she felt

ded. "Y

pped c

too

mething didn't sit right. But she kept h

r with high-level discr

m, s

at will b

ed hard. "U

them. The air throbbed with un

ly. "Welcome to

ving Amelia staring at the door th

ocks away, the city noise filtering through the cracked window

in a simple dress, him in a tuxedo, smi

picture felt l

rent li

couldn't afford to break. Not yet. She had a reason fo

ld him everyt

dn't

know about

kept circling back to the woman at the office. Amelia Grey. There was something... familiar

believe

ht, he fe

h

choices

he never da

ut the woman he had once

nothing would e