THE MASKED HEIR.

THE MASKED HEIR.

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One reckless night was supposed to stay buried. Fate had other plans. To protect his beloved Omega sister from becoming a pawn in a political alliance, an Alpha agrees to an arranged marriage with the mysterious heir of one of the most powerful families in the country. The heir is a man no outsider truly knows. Hidden behind a ceremonial mask that signifies his rank and shields him from rival families, the world believes him to be an Alpha. Only his family knows the truth: he is an Enigma. Then comes one reckless night with a stranger. Certain they'll never meet again, the Alpha leaves without learning the man's name. But when he finally meets his masked fiancé, he discovers the impossible-the stranger from that unforgettable night and the heir he is meant to marry are one and the same. As political rivalries tighten their grip and dangerous secrets threaten both families, what begins as an unwanted alliance slowly becomes something neither man expected. UPDATE SCHEDULE: MONDAY. WEDNESDAY. FRIDAY.
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CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

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