The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Noel's voice quivered with frustration, "So she knew all along, and I was the only one kept in the dark?"

"I mean, even if my brother doesn't trust me, he should consider that I'm his own flesh and blood. Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"Noel," Mr. Salter has been through a lot. He didn't tell you because he wanted to spare you from getting dragged into it," Nathan tried to explain on Isaac's behalf. "As for Ms. Lynette, she was also in the dark initially." But Noel wasn't having any of it. "I'll be heading to Craneville as soon as possible. I need to talk to my brother, one way or another."

Ignoring Nathan's protests, Noel had his assistant book him a flight, determined to leave his work behind and confront his brother in Craneville.

...

Nathan sighed as he looked at the disconnected call.

Noel was as impulsive as ever.

After a grueling twenty-plus-hour flight, Twila was exhausted, curling up in her leather seat and sleeping soundly.

Hestia sat by the window, her bandaged wounds making her look even more frail and ghostly.

Nathan handed her a cup of warm water. "Ms. Bennett, rest assured, we'll do everything in our power to ensure your safety."

Hestia clutched the cup tightly, her lips trembling slightly as she whispered a barely audible "Thank you."

the flight attendant for a light blanket and draped it over Hestia, who closed her eyes, trying to

flight, Hestia was tormented by nightmares, a culmination of years of fear and a reflection of her

dotted with beads of sweat. Instinctively, he reached out to comfort her, "Ms. Bennett, are you

nightmare, struggling vainly until she suddenly grabbed Nathan's hand, begging him not

murmuring pleas for mercy... clearly, she had

by her resemblance

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