ors slid shut,

son's presence. The cold, woodsy scent of his cologne mix

ical distance. Her eyes remained glued to the digital

s gaze dragged over the sharp, defensive lines of h

a husband,

tone that vibrated against the meta

r eyes turned into twin daggers, h

, her voice dripping with ice. "And

pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a heavy, gold-emboss

just dropped her gaze to

on Ra

of one of the most terrifyingly powerful financial dyn

riage," Bronson offered, cu

o block your uncle's forced arrangement. In exchange, you act the

n kicked in

her hand. But more importantly, her mother's will had a specific clause: the tru

r that clause. She could rip her mother's

tly into Bronson's aggressive, pre

n affection or twisted pity. There was only the cold, hard calcu

k of emotion was exact

chimed. The

n to reveal the bu

te, gentlemanly gesture toward the exit,

h, letting the cold lo

," sh

ner of Bronson's mouth. He stepped out of the eleva

him through th

bled to pull open the heavy glass doors. The b

ed Maybach was alread

and opened the heavy door himself, his postu

her head and slid into the luxu

idn't look at the driver, just issued

ay from the curb, merging into

er pulse was steady. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her life w