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Chapter 22 — The Silent Guard
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2026-05-10 08:50:00I lost track of how much time had passed in the suffocating silence of the temporary office. The distant, muffled hum of Manhattan traffic felt miles away.
On the laptop screen, Julian’s broadcast had ended, leaving behind a frozen frame of his smug, benevolent smile.My nails dug sharply into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped indents in my skin. The absolute hypocrisy of the man made my blood run cold.I took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing air into my tight lungs, and closed
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The radiator in the corner sputtered, fighting a losing battle against the freezing New York winter. Outside the frosted window of our tiny, cramped office, heavy snow was quietly burying the streets. I sat huddled in a cheap fleece blanket, my fingers stiff and aching as I typed line after line of code into a massive, convoluted financial model. The glare of the old monitor was the only light in the room. The door creaked open, bringing in a rush of icy wind. Julian stepped inside, shivering, shaking the snow off his worn overcoat. In one hand, he held two cups of cheap bodega coffee; in the other, a cardboard box of pepperoni pizza that had already gone cold. He set the food down and immediately walked up behind my chair. Wrapping his freezing hands around mine, he gently rubbed the warmth back into my stiff fingers, then pressed the hot paper cup of coffee against my cheek. "Look at this," I murmured, pointing at the screen, my exhaustion r
Betrayed by My Ex, Claimed by His Boss Chapter 22 — The Silent Guard
I lost track of how much time had passed in the suffocating silence of the temporary office. The distant, muffled hum of Manhattan traffic felt miles away. On the laptop screen, Julian’s broadcast had ended, leaving behind a frozen frame of his smug, benevolent smile.My nails dug sharply into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped indents in my skin. The absolute hypocrisy of the man made my blood run cold.I took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing air into my tight lungs, and closed the broadcast window. The sudden absence of his face felt like a minor physical relief. I picked up my phone and dialed the direct line for my lead attorney, Sarah. She answered on the second ring."Evelyn. I saw the compliance notice from the board. I'm already drafting the preliminary response.""I need a complete, undeniable timeline," I said, my voice eerily steady, stripped of all the volatile emotion churning inside me. "Pull every email, every server timestamp, and every draft it
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I snapped the golden locks of my suitcase shut. The sharp click echoed in the quiet bedroom. Last night, Lucian had been painfully well-behaved. We shared the same sprawling mattress, yet he kept a flawless, gentlemanly distance. His deliberate restraint only made things worse for me. The memory of that demanding ride and the lingering heat of his hands on my waist kept my mind racing late into the night. Even as I slept, the scent of cedarwood and the steady rhythm of his breathing seemed to pull at my senses. I smoothed down the lapels of my charcoal blazer, ready to leave this estate behind. A sharp knock broke the morning silence. I opened the door to find Hawthorne standing in the hallway, his posture incredibly stiff. "Miss Evelyn," the butler said, his tone perfectly measured. "The cars will be ready for your departure in forty minutes. Before then, Mr. Edward Blackwood requests ten minutes of your time in the East Wing study.
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The scent of fresh hay and oiled leather filled the air of the Blackwood stables. The stable master, a nervous-looking man named Davies, immediately led out a beautiful, docile white mare. He offered the reins with a polite smile, clearly assuming that a woman who spent her life in Manhattan boardrooms would need the gentlest ride available. I politely declined. My attention had already drifted to the back of the stables, where a heavy wooden stall rattled under the force of a massive, restless animal. I walked over. Inside was a purebred black stallion. He was towering, his coat gleaming like obsidian in the dim light, and he was currently stomping his hooves, snorting aggressively at anyone who walked past. I stopped right at the edge of his enclosure. The stallion turned his massive head toward me, letting out a sharp, warning breath. I held my ground. Slowly, I reached my hand over the wooden gate. "
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I met her gaze. My fingers tapped the edge of the leather box twice. The quiet sound echoed in the silent library. "He is fiercely territorial," I agreed smoothly, taking a slow sip of my coffee. "Which makes me wonder why you are standing in his private library. Excuse me, and you are?" The polite smile on her face fractured. She lifted her chin, her posture stiffening slightly as she recovered her aristocratic poise. "I'm Isabella Montclair. Our mothers are practically sisters," she said, her voice laced with an effortless superiority. "I've been coming to this estate since I was in grade school. I know my way around." "Then you should also know he doesn't appreciate uninvited guests in his place," I replied calmly, setting the coffee cup down. Isabella’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, but she quickly masked it with a soft sigh. "Victoria sent me to find you. She has tea waiting on the terrace, and we thought you might f
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