Chapter 9
“Renee Slutz! You made & total fool out of me!”
Back on the racetrack, Vesper had been in his group. That day, his car got sabotaged and burst into flames mid- race. Vesper, just inches from the million–dollar finish line, ditched the race, spun around, and yanked him out- barely dodging death herself.
Chin high, Vesper smirked. “Hey, I saved your life–pay me back someday!”
He held onto that debt for eleven years.
And he’d been paying it to the wrong person all along.
Fuming, Joel shoved the sobbing Renee away, his face ice–cold. “Pack up and get out–now!”
She begged and cried, but he just motioned to Colin. “Take her home.”
Jaw clenched, Joel pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant, his voice sharp and cold. “Dig into Renee’s kidnapping and that party. Now.”
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At an airport in Emmerica.
As the plane touched down, Lyra pulled on a hat to cover the bandage on her head. At the exit, her parents- Lorenzo and Deborah–were already waiting. Next to them stood a striking guy in a gray suit–refined, elegant, and totally put together.
Deborah’s face lit up the second she saw Lyra. “Honey, come here! Let me introduce you- this is Weston Windsor.
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Lyra took a second to size up her fiancé. Warm lighting caught his sharp features, lips pressed into a thin, almost distant smile.
“Hello, I’m Lyra,” she said softly.
Weston’s eyes narrowed as he took her in, gaze lingering on the hat. After a beat, he spoke. “Weston–your fiancé.
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