CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN

As Christian skimmed the dossier on his desk, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The name—Elliot Marlowe—stared back at him, making him feel like he knew it better than he did. Isabella's eyes left her violin sheet music, and her brow furrowed with worry. "What is it?" she asked as she got clos...

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