A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

and whatever she said next was lost under the roar in his own head.

His daughter.

The necklace. The eyes. The pull he had felt before he had a name for it. The strange peace sitting beside her in the market. The violent protectiveness that had risen in him the first time he saw her barefoot.

His daughter.

He pushed the door open.

Grace turned sharply, phone continue reading …