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SIXTY-TWO: Not His Son
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[THE ROYAL PALACE] It was way past dinner time and Juniper was nowhere to be found. Cedric scanned through the palace in search of her, at least to be certain she was within the protective walls of the palace, but. . . no sign of her. She usually never stayed out this late especially when she didn't have Hector with her. She'd always come back on time for dinner and tuck their son in. So, where the hell was this woman by 11:23 pm? He still had no idea where she went almost every day, considering she was unemployed and only showed up at B. Frangrance when there was a board meeting. And even though he wanted to ask so badly, he couldn't bring himself to pose the question. Because that would be prying into her private life and he had no rights to do that. To be honest, he was worried sick that something might have happened to her. Though he knew he was probably overreacting, he couldn't shake off the nasty feeling. Juniper was a capable adult, more than able to take care of her
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Juniper wasn't sure how they made it to the Crown Prince's Chamber but once there she realized it didn't matter, all she cared about was making crazy love with this old flame of hers. Cradled in his strong arms, Juniper entwined her legs around his hip, anchoring herself in place as he subjected her lips to an endless series of fierce and hungry kisses. Her whole body had no choice but to surrender to the urgent pressure of his lips, flaring in response as if set ablaze by an ardent desire. She didn't want to admit it, but after that sensual night in Paris, she'd longed to be kissed, touched, and penetrated to the core by this man. And she intended to get all of those today. Finally, Cedric set her feet on the ground, noticing how her legs wobbled like jelly and how reluctant she was to detach her lips from his—not that he was complaining. In fact, he felt a triumphant kick of pleasure surging through him knowing that she wasn't completely immune to him. She wanted
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BREAKING NEWS: HEIRESS VIVIENNE BELLEROSE DIES IN A CAR ACCIDENT. The newscaster's voice, deep and sharp, boomed as he began to convey the horrible news to the public. "Good day, everyone. On today's breaking news from Valterre City. . . the heiress of the Bellerose Frangrance, Vivienne Bellerose, has tragically passed away in a car accident. According to sources from the family, Vivienne had embarked on a trip several days ago, with plans to return soon after, but communication with her had abruptly ceased. An intensive search ensued, leading to the horrifying discovery of her car submerged in the Valterre River, having apparently veered off course, skidding down the cantilevered road to Valterre City. Reports allege that the authorities are presently conducting an exhaustive investigation into the circumstances surrounding this devastating incident. . ." Bolting upright in shock, Juniper's eyes grew wide with horror, fixated on the television screen as it displayed an image
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