The Billionaire’s Second Chance by Kimberly Krey Page 0,3

For all he knew, his grandma had been the one to arrange for him and Sylvia to introduce as a duo. The Sampsons had a big name, after all. She was probably trying to help him repair the damage done to the Benton family’s image. An image he’d tarnished with the whole marriage swap thing.

Duke: I’ll keep her in mind.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket after hitting send. His refusal to commit wouldn’t surprise her. Lorraine knew how picky he was, which probably added to her concern that Duke would turn into a chronic bachelor, especially now that the rest of his siblings were married.

Funny that James, the youngest of the pack since Winston died, had set things into motion, like the first domino to drop.

He fell for and married his private chef, Camila.

Months later Betzy followed, saying I do to her childhood friend, Sawyer.

Then came Duke’s twin, Zander, at the start of the year. Of course, that one was different. That wedding marked the moment Duke dodged his duty of stepping up to the altar to marry a perfect stranger on live TV. Which began his plummet in the popularity rankings.

He’d gone from being the most adored Benton to the least. Even his very own fans turned against him.

The thought led him back to the matter at hand, causing him to huff out an irritated breath. “I make one tiny mistake and everyone’s mad at me.”

Perry chuckled under his breath. “One tiny mistake?” he squeaked. “Which part was the mistake? The part where you signed up for Married at First Meet, knowing you weren’t going to follow through with it if you got picked?

“Or was it the moment you decided—after the social experiment selected you out of thirty-plus thousand candidates—to not even show up to the wedding?

“Wait, I know the mistake you’re talking about,” his public relations rep continued. “It must be the moment you allowed your identical twin to step into your place, marry a woman handpicked for you, and fall in love with her while all of America watched. That’s the one tiny mistake you’re talking about, right?”

Duke rubbed his thumb over the divot in his pocket stone, back and forth. “You know what? You’re fired.”

Perry chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you always say. But trust me—you should be thanking me. Everyone wants to get interviewed by Veritå.”

“Do you think that’s her real name or just some pen name?” Duke wandered to the other side of the greenroom to a small bar. A crystal jar with a spout held ice water with lemon slices. A row of upside down glasses stood nearby. He poured himself some water as Perry replied.

“Veritå is truth in Italian. The woman says she’s a truth seeker—she prides herself on it.”

Duke furrowed his brow as he brought the glass to his lips. He paused before taking a sip. “The truth, huh?” A question came to mind, but rather than speak it aloud, Duke swallowed it down instead.

What if the truth about Duke Benton wasn’t all that interesting? The thought pricked at a deep fear of his. One he worked to keep far from reach. The same fear that threatened to roar its ugly head the more his public image tanked.

Shards of anxiety shot through him as he indulged that fear. The fear of being irrelevant, unimportant, invisible.

His phone let out another buzz. Duke tugged it from his pocket, anxious for an escape from the thoughts in his head. It was Grandma again, but this time she was calling, not texting.

“I’ll be right back.” Quickly, Duke strode out of the room and headed straight for the stairwell. “Hello?”

“She’s in town, you know,” Grandma said on the other end of the line. “She got in yesterday and came straight to the boutique to cancel the order on her dress. You should hear what that guy did to her. Awful.”

Chances were she’d done a lot worse to him, but Duke didn’t say so. Instead, he took the stairs like it was part of his workout routine, grateful to blow off the steam boiling beneath the surface. “You’re talking about Sylvia Sampson?”

“Yes, Sylvia, who else?” she said. “She asked about you. Said it would do her a lot of good to be seen with you on her arm right now, after what happened to her. And I think it’d boost your image as well.”

Duke rounded the landing and headed down the next flight. “It’d help my image to take Sylvia…”

“The Sampsons hold a lot