“I came to return my mom’s ring,” a little girl tells a billionaire—but the truth behind it makes him destroy everything his family built

for five hundred thousand dollars and a note.”

Lucas’s grip tightened around the arm of the chair.

“What note?”

Emma’s mouth trembled once before she held it steady.

“Forget me.”

He stood.

“I never wrote that.”

“Of course you didn’t.” Her voice splintered under the sarcasm. “Men like you never write the cruel things in their own hand.”

“Emma, I was in Boston continue reading …