Elizabeth Bevarly - The Billionaire's Conquest - Caught in the Billionaire's Embrace / Billionaire, M.D. / Her Tycoon to Tame

Della’s hand began to tremble again, and her stomach pitched with nausea.

Marcus Fallon. He was a member of the Fallon family and one of the highest ranking executives in the company. She’d known he must be well-connected to the business. It didn’t take seeing him in a place like the Windsor Club to know how well-paid he was or how many perks he must have enjoyed. But this … This went beyond well-connected. And it went way beyond well-paid with excellent perks. He was a descendent of some of the very people who had designed the way the country did business. His ancestors had been the equivalent to royalty in this capitalist society. As such, he was, for all intents and purposes, a prince.

So CinderDella’s Prince Charming really was a prince. And she … Well, that would put her in the role of pauper, wouldn’t it?

She recalled his assurances that he had friends with clout on the East Coast who might be able to help her out, and her stomach pitched again. Those friends were probably of equal rank to him in New York’s financial district. Some of them might very well be officers of Whitworth and Stone. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of his friends ended up behind bars because of her. Oh, yeah. He would have loved to help her once he learned what the nature of her “trouble” was. He would have been on the phone in no time flat, tipping off everyone he knew that might be at risk.

Any small hope that Della might have been harboring that she and Marcus still had a chance—and she was surprised to discover she had indeed been entertaining hope, and not such a small amount at that—was well and truly squashed at the realization. Once she gave her testimony to the grand jury, she would be an exile in the financial world. It didn’t matter that she was bringing to light illegal activity that should be stopped and punished. No one on Wall Street was going to applaud her, and every door would slam in her face. People like Marcus—and Marcus himself—would want nothing to do with her. She would be bringing down some very powerful people. And other very powerful people didn’t like it when that happened. Especially when it was a peasant doing the tearing down.

Unable to help herself, Della clicked on the link and found herself looking at a larger version of Marcus’s photo, and it was indeed on the Fallon Brothers website. She read that he was the eldest great-grandson of one of Fallon Brothers’ founding members who would be moving into his father’s position as CEO in the not-too-distant future. She read about his hobbies and favorite pastimes—she already knew about opera, squash and port, but the sailing and polo came as something of a surprise—and about his education at the country’s finest schools. All in all, it was a sanitized version of the Marcus she knew and wasn’t particularly helpful. Once she got past the part about him being the crown prince of the Chicago financial kingdom, she meant.

So she went back to Google and began clicking on some of the other pictures she’d found. There was one of Marcus with a former Miss Illinois taken at a New Year’s Eve party last year. That would have been right around the time Della’s world was beginning to fall apart, but Marcus looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Another photo showed him and a very

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