Chapter 370 Billionaire's Lies

• Paris was constructed on romances of the heart—and this one was scripting itself in pecks stolen, hands clutched, and frozen treats.
• Late-morning light streamed across the hazy drapes of their honeymoon suite, bathing the silk bed sheets now empty of two impossibly wed blissed-out newlyweds. Eliana stretched her back, smiling before even her eyes had opened.
• "Good morning, Mrs. Wolfe," Damian breathed over her, still full-bodied deep with sleep.