Secret Of The Butterfly: The CEO's Hidden Heirs

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ld host. Every wall shimmered with gold accents, every guest wore diamonds and designer gowns, and every conversat

dia. The world looked at him with awe, envy, and fear. Men wanted to be him, women wanted to c

y solitude. Success had cost him more than anyone knew, and tonight, despite the endless p

ass of whiskey. "For once in your life,

. One glass became two, then three, until the edges of his restraint blurred. By midnight, he slipped ou

en Celeste

y helping her cousin handle event details. In her modest navy dress, she was a sh

was on every magazine, now leaning against a marble pillar like

ight?" she a

s. For a moment, the noise of the city faded. "Do I look

her head. "No. You look like

im. No flattery, no ca

ered, and instinctively, Celeste reached out, her hands pressing against his ches

ce trembling though she tried to

nto the hushed corridors of a nearby hotel. Neither of them spoke much, yet

them with a soft click,

im with those wide, searching eyes. He framed her face with his hands, his lips findi

ugh she'd been waiting for this moment all her life. The kiss was fir

husky. "You're dangerous," he whispered, t

replied breathlessly,

e man, bared his soul in her arms, while Celeste gave herself to him fully, trembling unde

. Damien stirred, reaching for her, only to

s and whispered names, and one detail seared into his mind: the delicate butter

of her-anything. But there was no

ould buy anything, control anyone, had just lost

t her stomach, it was not just passion she carried-it was life. F