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I hadn't bothered to change out of my silk robe. The sun was just beginning t

f Coleman Industries. The man who had practically begged me to marry hi

tossed the phone onto th

gain. Imm

nced i

r. A frantic cascade of digital pleading. My phon

up, my thumb hover

se pick up the pho

disaster. You h

nforgivable, I know, but t

from a number I had

re destroying my family. All

u can't control who someone loves. You tried to contr

. It proves I was right about you.

sound in the vast, empty penthouse. Cruel? He

sband. He had taken my vulnerability, the genuine affection I had felt for him, and twisted it into a weapon to humiliate

he dragon t

when I tried to hold his hand but had no problem sharing saliva with another woman. He, who h

e I had built into an empire of power and respec

you just

nny. He didn' t want to be "let go." He wanted to escape the consequences of a deal he had broken. He had

from him bu

f what we almost had. Call it off. We can co

me, turn public opinion against me, and then force my hand into a generous exit packa

coalesced into a singl

sent a text, not to Drew,

se Two. I want max

ly was ins

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live, displaying the pre-market data. Coleman Industries (C.I.) was in a freefall. It was a waterfall of red. T

beautif

be panicking. He' d see his family' s legacy, a company that had been in their name for three generations, crumbling

from Drew. The tone was markedly different. The arr

it. You're angry. I deser

t... call off the dogs. The

ic apology. I'll say I was

to groveling fear. He was starting to understand. He was starting to realize that he hadn't just poked

on was abo