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Whimpering, my eyes followed the click sound of the pen in his hand, and he laughed and pocketed it when he saw the direction my eyes had gone.
“There's no need to be scared, little girl. I'll make sure you don't remember anything.”
I shuddered and fingered the pen, the same one I'd just seen in my memory, when the sound of footstep alerted me I was about to be found out.
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I married my father's suspected killer. I planned to expose him and get my revenge, not fall for him. Danielle Morgan is obsessed with one mission: to catch the man who murdered her father. Her investigation points to Jonathan Carter, a powerful CEO with secrets as cold as his smile. To uncover the truth, Danielle does the unthinkable: she marries him.

But Jonathan isn’t just hiding a dark past, he’s hiding behind a wall even she can’t seem to break.

As danger closes in, Danielle must choose between justice and a love she never expected.
What happens when the hunter falls for her prey?

A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with lies, passion, and deadly secrets.

The door opened before I could input the code, and I stepped back as Eleni's face came forward. I could see the disappointment in her face when she saw it was me rather than Danielle, but I didn't take offense. I simply walked inside, removed my shoes at the door, and went into my study. Actually, I'd mostly performed on autopilot since that night we'd gone to have dinner with my mom. It had been two days since then, but it felt like so long ago. I'd tried to get a feel of what Danielle was feeling and why she would just drop that bombshell like that, but she'd remained tight-lipped. Through the night, the delay at the airport because of the bad weather, which had resulted in us having to go back to the hotel, the flight back and even the drive home, she'd said nothing. If I wasn't so focused on her presence, it would have been easy to forget that she was there.


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