Page 6 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Roman

“What do you mean, she doesn’t exist?”

My head of security gestures at the report on my desk. “We searched through the guest list. There was no Willa in attendance.”

“You’re sure this is the complete list?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to review the security footage,” I snarl.

It’s on my computer screen five minutes later. All of it from that night. Every angle of the foyer, the elevator up to the penthouse, and the camera that captures a photo of every single person who steps into the executive apartment.

She’s not anywhere on the footage.

My mystery girl is gone. And if I didn’t have the trace of her virgin blood on the handkerchief in my pocket, I’d think she was a figment of my imagination.

I slam my fist against my desk, ignoring the ominous crack.