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Contents

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Back Cover Text (#ub1287b7c-817f-5ba8-ad86-ff763abf0d80)

Introduction (#ucf3c85ad-6776-5661-9fb2-29b59a74775a)

Secret Heirs of Billionaires (#ucf96c72a-765f-5047-983b-e766606c7cf0)

Title Page (#u8f793878-a00f-5356-9b18-d1615abd8827)

About the Author (#u2fad7092-7e1c-5e75-9977-7d03d39b80b8)

Dedication (#u3e81a0c5-8719-5e89-98bc-480da2736849)

CHAPTER ONE (#u65de324c-effe-537f-99a0-fc8270a9798f)

CHAPTER TWO (#u241b99fb-ffee-5460-b1f9-265bbc5fee32)

CHAPTER THREE (#u2d2aab72-89e5-5b43-8b66-e1664422cd6d)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ueb84b8f4-7ce5-529e-ad7c-692d4fac961b)

BELLE LANGTRY HAD hated Santiago Velazquez from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.

Well, not the exact moment, of course. She was only human. When they’d first met at their friends’ wedding last September—Belle had been the maid of honor, Santiago the best man—she’d been dazzled by his dark gorgeousness, his height, his broad shoulders and muscular body. She’d looked up at his dark soulful eyes and thought, Wow. Dreams really do come true.

Then Santiago had turned to the groom and suggested out loud that Darius could still “make a run for it” and abandon his bride at the altar. And he’d said it right in front of Letty!

The bride and groom had awkwardly laughed it off, but from that moment, Belle had hated Santiago with a passion. Every word he said was more cynical and infuriating than the last. Within ten minutes, the two of them were arguing; by the end of the wedding, Belle wished he would do the world a favor and die. Being the forthright woman she was, she couldn’t resist telling him so. He’d responded with sarcasm. And that had been their relationship for the last four months.

So of course, Belle thought bitterly, he would be the one to find her now, pacing the dark, snowy garden behind Letty and Darius’s coastal estate. Crying.

Shivering in her thin black dress, she’d been looking toward the wild Atlantic Ocean in the darkness. The rhythmic roar of the waves matched the thrumming of her heart.

All day, Belle had held her friend’s adorable newborn as Letty wept through her father’s funeral. By the end of the evening reception, the pain in Belle’s heart as she held the sweetly sleeping baby had overwhelmed her. Gently giving the baby back to Letty, she’d mumbled an excuse and fled into the dark snow-covered garden.

Outside, an icy wind blew, freezing the tears against Belle’s chapped skin as she stared out into the darkness, heartsick with grief.

She would never have a child of her own.

Never, the ocean sighed back to her. Never, never.

“Belle?” a rough voice called. “Are you out here?”

Santiago! She sucked in her breath. The last man she’d ever want to see her like this!

She could only imagine the arrogant sneer on the Spaniard’s face if he found her crying over her inability to have a child. Ducking behind a frost-covered tree, she held her breath, praying he wouldn’t see her.

“Belle, stop trying to hide,” he said, sounding amused. “Your dress is black, and you’re standing in the snow.”

Gritting her teeth, she stepped out from behind the tree and lied, “I wasn’t hiding.”

“What are you doing out here, then?”