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."

a light blanket and draped it over Hestia,

of years of fear and a reflection of her

which was dotted with

until she

was murmuring pleas for mercy... clearly, she had been scared

by her resemblance to Brittany, momentarily lost

hard to reconcile the woman before him, who couldn't even find peace in sleep, with the vibrant, rebellious Hestia

have happened to cause such a drastic change in

plane finally broke through the clouds, cruising

what felt like

as she was, couldn't

arms as they disembarked, heading straight for the hotel they had booked

hotel was lavish, a realm Hestia hadn't stepped into

but

handed her a business

cash, and a

you can rest here for now. If you need

the royal family.