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My billionaire boss came home three hours early and found his housekeeper and his twins tied up in his guest room… but the real shock was the young gunman hiding in the closet—because when he said “My name is Gabriel Talbot,” the CEO finally realized his “hostile takeover” had destroyed a family… and tonight, the consequences came to collect.

THE JAMMED DOOR

He reached the guest suite Marina used during storms and twisted the handle. It wouldn’t budge. Not locked—blocked from inside.

“Marina! Are you in there?”

A muffled sound responded. Low. Desperate.

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Alexander didn’t hesitate. He stepped back and slammed his shoulder into the door. Wood splintered, but it held. He hit it again.

Crack.

The frame finally gave way. The door burst open.

And what he saw ripped the breath from his lungs.

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