The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Let's head to the office."

Willard pushed open the door to the office, only to find a man sitting on the couch, wearing a silver mask that concealed his face, his eyes cold and menacing. A chill ran down Willard's spine for no apparent reason.

Why did he get the feeling that Elijah's new executive seemed to have a bone to pick with him?

"Mr. Willard."

The man extended his hand: "Pleasure, I'm Caspian."

"Caspian."

Willard shook his hand. "Mr. Ulbricht sent you over, is there an issue with our collaboration?"

Caspian withdrew his hand, catching a faint scent on Willard that he recognized.

It was Brittany's favorite perfume.

He pinched his fingertips, a flash of anger quickly passing through his eyes, though his face remained as calm as still water.

"Mr. Ulbricht's message was to accelerate our partnership."

Willard nodded. "Alright, let's move this discussion to the conference room."

After talking for over three hours and signing the contract, Willard invited him for dinner.

I've got other commitments. I must be

Caspian took off his mask, changed into a set of black attire suitable for the night, and drove straight to

had completely moved out of the villa they

covered in dust sheets, yet still unable to hide the marks of time passing

open the master bedroom door, half-expecting Brittany to

be

night in Bay Community and early the next morning, just as he closed

"Why are you here?"

to find

from a morning run, her breathing slightly

"Just passing by."

something was off.

Community wasn't a place just anyone could

"What's your name?"

"Caspian."

you find your wife and

an

further: "Then I'll be

Brittany: "Ms. Lynette, have you

"How

no matter how much he likes you, he will weigh

more so, the more he wanted to end everything quickly. He moved closer, his breath trembling slightly: "So,

"Caspian, you're too close-"