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LONDON Rome’s private island was paradise. The place had so much privacy that it would take an hour from the mainland via boat. And the beach house was just incredible. It was so pristine that I didn’t want to go home. We arrived yesterday, and I hadn’t gotten up from bed other than to the bathroom. Striker spoiled me so much. When I woke up this morning, he was carrying a breakfast tray and a flower he tucked behind my ear. He was so sweet and thoughtful. He made love to me and fucked me until I couldn’t move a muscle. Right now, I was still in bed, smiling like crazy as I remembered what we had done after our dinner. Striker tied me in bed but promised not to blindfold me. I was teasing him that I wanted him to be rough with me, and he never resisted. It was a new experience, but I loved the fact that he was still willing to do something, even for me was out of the box. It was noon, and I was still naked in bed. The glass door was opened to the veranda that overlooked the blue
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STRIKER Linden had been off my radar for two days, but I knew he was working hard to give me the information I requested, even if he was also running the firm. He was good at extracting people’s dirty past. He’d proven it many times. So I gave him enough time. At the same time, I grew restless each time I didn’t hear from him. When he called tonight, I knew he found something to put the bastard behind bars. The other three, his accomplices, were murdered before they could talk, probably by him so he could run away with twenty million dollars. “Calm down. I’m still gathering intel.” “What’s his name?” “I got his yearbook. Before he became Ivy Jones, the man was Ivan Millers, a college dropout taking information technology. His father died when he was three. He lived alone with his mother, who later married an alcoholic. When he turned eighteen, he left his home and mother behind with the alcoholic stepfather. His mother lost her job five years later when a company filed for bankru
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LONDON “Welcome back!” Neke gushed as soon as I entered the office floor. “Oh, my God!” I yelped as the confetti popped right into my face. “What’s going on?” When I arrived last night, I only told Neke because I had to go to work. I could already picture my pending work piling on top of my desk. My honeymoon phase was over. I was back to the reality of my life. As much as I’d love to cuddle and make love to my husband, I had a job waiting for me, and I needed to work hard for my savings now that Dad had left me hanging. “Congratulations, Mrs. Cade!” my staff chorused as I walked through the aisle. They were throwing petals at me as if I had just got married. “Wow. You guys take this surprise to a whole new level.” I glanced at them one by one. “Thank you so much. And thank you so much for keeping this under wraps.” They applauded before they went back to work. “How are you?” I followed Neke as she pushed the door to my office. “Me? Nothing interesting happened. Unlike y
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STRIKER“Welcome back, Cade. How’s your honeymoon?” Linden gave me a brotherly hug with a back clap.“Thanks, and too short. I feel like I can still use another week, but I have a lot of things to do. How’s everyone?”“Sax and Kye are busy with their job. Others on assignment. That leaves me here alone.”I sat across his desk. “What’s the latest?”“He’s under surveillance.”“Are you sure he doesn’t know it yet?”“No. I don’t think he is aware, or he’s just too confident that no one will recognize her in New York with his new identity as a woman.”“That’s good.”“But I think he’s intimately involved with Magnus.”I stared at Linden in shock. “What made you say that?”“Magnus visited him twice in four days and left in the morning.”“Magnus is gay?”“Not necessary. He sees Ivy as a woman, so Magnus is straight.”“I don’t know how London will react to this?”“How’s she, by the way?”I sighed. “Hanging in there.”“Should I expect another good news?” He had a slight smile on his lips.“What
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LONDON “Why didn’t you want your white knight to join us?” My eyes narrowed at Neke. “Can you stop calling him white knight?” “What’s wrong with a white knight?” Reed asked. “Not you too. Stop it.” I picked another slice of Avocado sushi, dipped it in sauce, and shoved it into my mouth. “I can’t believe I am saying this. I miss old times.” “Well, the last time we had was over two years ago.” I put my chopsticks down and sighed. “Yeah. I remember. And after school. I felt like my life stopped for two years.” “What’s important is that you got up, stood on your feet, and started living again, London. Look, where are you now? The CEO of LH.” I patted Reed’s hand. “Thank you. You’ve kept me safe for two years, and I didn’t thank you enough. So thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me. It’s part of my job.” “You’re lenient. That’s what I love about you.” “Well, I don’t want a pain in the ass client, so if my leniency can help my job easier, that’s what I should do.” “We should do
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STRIKER I want a divorce. I thought it was a bad joke. “Excuse me?” I stopped to a halt. My heart threatened to stop. The world seemed to stand still as I turned around, making me unsteady. I knew something was wrong when I talked to Reed over the phone. And London just sat there before the sandwich I made for her and hadn’t eaten it yet. We were happy when I left her office this morning. Something had happened between when I left and her coming over here. “Come again?” I asked as I felt a heartbreak waiting to happen. “I want out.” As she answered me, I wanted to see the truth right from her eyes. And to be honest, I didn’t have the strength to fight. “What do you mean you want out?” I dragged the chair as my anger began to come out. The chair screeched against the floor, and I sat before her. “I can’t be with you anymore.” She looked at me. Those eyes had no sparks, nothing but inconsolable pain and sadness. “Why?” I tried holding her hand, but she pulled it back. “We w
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LONDON I sobbed to sleep alone. Maybe I deserved it. It broke my heart to lie to Striker. It broke my heart to see him leave. I just thought I was doing him a favor. My mess with my father was our mess alone. Striker didn’t have to be involved with this. I didn’t know what came to me, but it had to be done. I wouldn’t give my father any more satisfaction in using us to get what he wanted. He wouldn’t get anything from us anymore. “If your dad doesn’t pay the amount I asked, I will send him your fingers one by one.” This nightmare would end me up in the mental hospital. I woke up in the middle of the night to the same voice over and over again. I wiped my hand across my forehead to get rid of the sweat. I caught my breath and left my room for a glass of water. Right now, I had to be strong. No one was here to help me anymore. I pushed him away—I pushed away the last man who cared for me. I poured myself a glass of water when I realized someone was watching me that had me yelpi
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STRIKER A few hours of sleep couldn’t compensate for my exhaustion. I needed the whole day or even a week. Then I woke up with a horrible hangover headache in the hotel room and still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. I went to the men’s boutique on the corner to buy a new set of clothes before I took the quickest shower because I had an appointment with my father. And then, there was still a heavy yet hollow feeling in my chest whenever I thought of London. I didn’t even know how we ended up here—in this situation, but I was giving her what she desired. I stopped by the coffee shop to grab the caffeine I badly needed—I needed a clear head before facing my father. I was about to sip my coffee when my phone rang. It was Linden. I answered it before he called everyone asking about me. “Yeah?” “Glad you’re still alive.” His voice had humor, but I knew what this call was about. “Thanks for the concern. I’m headed to my father.” “Want me to come with you?” “You know, your
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The Billionaire's Pawn Epilogue
STRIKER One year later It had been a spectacular year for London and me. Two hundred fifty people who were very dear to our family attended our wedding in front of the spring, followed by the reception in the golf field of my father’s estate. That was an extraordinary day for me, London, and our family. Rome, Prince Thayer, and the princesses were even there for us. And then we spent a few days on my father’s property in Verona, then Switzerland. Our honeymoon ended in Guardion before we headed home. One thing we hadn’t accomplished yet was to have a child. We were patient, though. And we were not giving up. “Maybe we should stop trying.” I ran my finger against her arm as I peppered kisses on her shoulder. “What do you mean?” She was still giving me her back. “We’re pressuring ourselves to get pregnant. It’s stressing you.” “So, you mean to say it’s my fault—” “No, baby. That’s not what I mean. Let’s leave it be. If we can get pregnant, then that’s amazing. If not, it’s fin
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LONDON “Congratulations.” Neke hugged me tight. After successfully launching our limited products, our expansion in Asia was already taking place. Our sales skyrocketed—our products were in demand. We expanded to other e-commerce retailers all over the globe. I finally bought a fifteen percent share of the company. And I’d been busy as hell, not that I was complaining because life was good. Striker and I were great, even if we only had a dinner date once a month. We supported each other. We were a team. That was what made our marriage work despite our busy lives, and we still ended up cuddling at night. Tonight, the fashion show was a massive success, making all my sleepless nights, shoulder aches, and missed dinner dates worthwhile. It was midnight, and we were at the party to celebrate our success at the Night Stalker Club. “Why is it everyone is congratulating me?” It wasn’t me. It’s the team.” I went to the DJ and grabbed the mic. He shut the music off. “Excuse me! Everyon
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STRIKER “You look stunning tonight, my wife.” I strolled my gaze at her from head to toe. She picked the black glittery floor-length gown and put on a set of diamond jewelry to complete the look. Her makeup wasn’t overdone, just the way I liked it. The hairstylist just enhanced the natural wave of her hair. “You’ve said that three times already.” She smiled at me, the kind when she was amused. “You’re not bad yourself, husband. And I have something for you.” “You don’t have to give me anything.” “I want to, sweetheart.” She picked up something from the drawer and pulled out the box. “It just took me a while to find it.” “What’s this?” I knew it was a watch box. When I opened it, it looked vintage. “A vintage watch.” “Close to antique. I know you can afford to buy the most expensive watch in the world, but this one is different. Special.” I carefully picked it up. “Everything is always special if it comes from you, Vanderford.” “Check out the bottom.” I did as she told me. The
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LONDON“Hey, guys. It’s been a while since I last posted a short clip. As the 3rd Anniversary of LH is around the corner, I want to celebrate it by sharing these achievements and successes with all of you and those less fortunate. My husband, Cade, and I had been working on these special designs that are very close to my heart. Well, actually.” I chuckled. “My husband primarily did all the hard work since he designed them. Even before we met, he’d been active in charities, helping less fortunate kids, and he never bragged about it. Before he showed me the designs, he only asked for one thing, that all his share in the sales would proceed to his chosen charities.” I picked the sample of the bag and sneakers. “These are limited items. We called Cade Sneakers and Marguerite Bag. With your purchase, you’re already supporting. Thank you, and enjoy your day.”I watched the video I posted twelve hours ago, which had already reached half a million views.For the past weeks, life had been grea
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STRIKER “What the fuck, London?” I just cursed right into her face. Just great. How did I become this person in front of her? I didn’t know. I felt like I’d reached the point where I had lost all my patience with humanity. “We’ve talked about secrecy many times. Look what happened?” I was even more pissed when she didn’t even look at me. “Do you even hear me? Are you even listening to me?” “I did. I do. Will you stop cursing me and lower your voice?” “Not until you understand what I am saying until you learn. We just had our life back, and I thought we were already over this. When are you gonna trust me? When will you open up to me and just fucking tell me if something is bothering you or someone is stalking you? You know the difference, right?” “For the love of God. What in the hell do you not understand in the part I was going to tell you tonight?” “Yeah, when it’s too late. Did you really date that guy?” “Oh, my God!” She shook her head as she propped a hand on her hip. “Not
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LONDON Terzo had no remorse. If I wasn’t there, he could have tortured Magnus to death. I flinched as he threw water at Magnus’ face to wake him up. Magnus jolted, and the chair he was tied to shook. “What the fuck?” He swallowed and found himself tied to a chair. His eyes widened as he looked at Terzo, and his face fell on me. “Did you actually kiss her with that mouth?” Terzo seemed breezy as if he’d interrogated people a thousand times. “Who’s this guy, London?” He became more frightened to see Terzo was calmer. “You should have left her alone, dude. I mean, who does that? Kidnapping your ex for money?” He chuckled. I couldn’t believe he found torturing someone fun. “Let me go, asshole.” He wiggled as he tried to let himself loose, his eyes pinning at the man beside me. Terzo tsked. “Wrong answer, dude.” When he pulled the gun behind him, it began to rattle me. “Don’t. I told you I’m not gonna be involved in this.” “Very well.” I let go a breath when he put the gun on his
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STRIKER “I’m with Terzo. He wants you to come to this address.” “What? Baby, what do you mean you’re with Terzo.” My heart nearly stopped hearing she was with Terzo. Why in the fucking hell was Terzo doing with my wife? “Just come to the address. I’m sending the location to you now.” “Baby? Vanderford?” She hung up, and I stared at the phone screen, frightened. “You okay?” Linden nudged me. He was calling my name, but his voice felt like a buzz. I drew a deep breath and got up. “Let’s go.” “Where?” He followed me even if I hadn’t answered his question. “Son of a fucking bitch.” My blood boiled. My rage made me shake. “Man, what’s going on?” He held me in my arm. “You look like you are about to murder someone. If we will commit a crime at least, let’s be prepared. Breathe, man. Tell me what happened?” “Are you both leaving?” Dad came. “Yes, Dad. I’ll see you later.” I inwardly groaned. “I thought we would have dinner together.” “I’m sorry. Something came up.” I couldn’
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LONDON I just stopped by to buy coffee for Neke and me. When I got out, someone was waiting for me in my car. My first thought was to pretend I didn’t see him or find an exit so he wouldn’t notice me. But it was too late. Damn it. “Signora London.” He looked cute. He smirked—that smirked, though. Terzo was an overconfident son of a bitch. I could have set him up with Neke if I didn’t know what he did for a living. But my question was, how did he find me? “What do you want, Terzo?” I did my best to act like I wasn’t scared of him, hoping it would last until he was gone. “Is that how you treat a friend?” He didn’t move, still leaning on my car. “A friend? Since when?” I stopped a few feet away from him. “Since days ago. Did you forget that you’re under my protection now?” “How can I? How did you find me?” “Where’s Reed?” He knew I was alone. Great. Creepy. “You’re not supposed to be going out alone, Mrs. Cade. Where’s your husband?” Reed went to see his family, but Terzo didn
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STRIKER “Hey, Dad.” “I miss you, son.” He hugged me tight as if I hadn’t seen him in years. “I miss you, too.” I sat next to him in the backyard of Moses’ estate. “I don’t know you and Moses play golf together.” My father was with Linden, and Emory joined him since Dad came to sit with me. “I know you called him Papa. He was about to cry when he told me, hearing you call him Papa for the first time.” “You both are softies. I just don’t want to hurt your feelings.” “I pushed you to give him a chance. That would be my biggest mistake and regret if I didn’t do that. He seems to have done his best to be your good father.” “Aside from taking me to Sicily?” I chuckled and patted his knee. “I didn’t meet the bad guys, except Giosue when London insisted, but it was after the agreement.” “I hope London found the peace she’d been looking for.” “It was Papa’s plan all along.” “And I can breathe freely, but you still met Siciliano.” “Yes. His son is a dick.” I snorted. “He won’t touc
