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She Confronted her Brother
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2026-04-27 21:21:27
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Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate She Confronted her Brother
Chapter 32 (Xander's POV) Ethan Laurent wasn't difficult to find. Dax located him by early afternoon, in a hotel in Midtown, three blocks from the Voss Group building, which told me everything about who had arranged the accommodation. Victor's reach was becoming less subtle. I didn't tell Sophia immediately, not because I was withholding, I'd made that mistake once and committed to not repeating it. But because Claire was still processing the IP acceleration filing and Sophia was on three simultaneous calls managing the Laurent Luxe board's response to the archive breach. She had enough to carry for the next two hours. I could handle this first. "Don't approach him," Sophia said when I did tell her. She'd appeared in the penthouse study doorway at four, still in the charcoal suit from the morning, the day sitting visibly across her shoulders in a way she wasn't acknowledging. "I wasn't planning to approach him," I said. "You have a particular expression when you'r
Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate My Brother's Betrayal Begins
Chapter 31 (Sophia's POV) The Laurent Luxe design archive occupied the entire fourteenth floor. It contained three years of work, proprietary fabric compositions, seasonal collection blueprints, the autumn campaign assets that hadn't yet gone to print and everything that made Laurent Luxe irreplaceable rather than merely successful, locked behind a security system Claire had personally overseen after the Paris lighting rig incident. Someone had been inside it. Claire met us at the elevator looking like a woman who'd been containing herself for approximately forty minutes longer than was comfortable. "Two hours ago," she said, walking us through the corridor toward the archive entrance. "The security log showed an access card swipe at eight fifty-three, the door was open for eleven minutes." "Whose card?" I asked. Claire stopped outside the archive door. Turned to face me with the expression of someone delivering news they'd spent two hours dreading. "Ethan's," she said.
Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate I Would Burn the World for Her
Chapter 30 (Xander's POV) Monday arrived with the particular weight of things that had been building toward a point. I was at my desk by six-thirty. The boardroom was being prepared two floors below. Richard had managed every detail with his characteristic precision, water, documents, seating arranged to position Sophia and me on the same side of the table, which was both strategically sound and something I'd have wanted regardless of strategy. Victor would notice that, good. Sophia came into the study at seven wearing a charcoal power suit that made her look like someone who'd been born in boardrooms. Her dark hair pulled back, hazel eyes sharp and completely settled. She looked at the agenda Richard had prepared and made two amendments in the margin with the quiet authority of someone who'd decided this was her meeting as much as mine. It was. "Elara will sit to Victor's left," she said without looking up. "Which means she'll have direct sightlines to both of us an
Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate The Fake Date That Felt Real
Chapter 29 (Sophia's POV) The reservation was Richard's idea. A strategic public appearance at Eleven Madison Park, intimate enough to photograph well, prestigious enough to generate the right kind of coverage. Two hours of visible marital harmony directly ahead of Monday's board meeting with Victor. That was what I told myself in the car on the way there. Xander was in a dark charcoal suit that fit the way his suits always fit, like the tailor had taken the word 'commanding' as a technical specification. He was reviewing something on his phone when I came out of the bedroom and looked up with the particular attention he'd been giving me lately that I was working very hard not to read into. "You look exceptional," he said simply, without strategy. I looked down at the deep emerald dress Izzy had selected and said nothing. Which was probably its own kind of answer. Dax had the car waiting. The evening was cool and clear, Manhattan doing its best impression of a city tha
Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate She's Starting to Trust Me
Chapter 28 (Xander's POV) I noticed it first on Wednesday morning, small and easily missed if you weren't paying attention. Sophia had left her Laurent Luxe strategy files on the penthouse study desk overnight rather than taking them to her office or locking them in the document case she'd carried everywhere for the first three weeks of this arrangement. She'd left them where I could see them, where I could read them if I chose to. She hadn't done that before. I didn't read them. But I noted the shift with the careful attention I gave to things that mattered. The morning moved through its routine. Coffee made without discussion, divided between two mugs with the wordless efficiency of people who'd learned each other's rhythms. Sophia reviewed her phone at the island. I worked through Richard's overnight briefing at the counter. Comfortable. The word arrived without invitation. I didn't dismiss it. "Victor's office confirmed Monday's meeting," she said without
Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate I Can't Stop Wanting Him
Chapter 27 (Sophia's POV) I stood at that window for a long time, long enough for the city below to complete its indifferent rotation from late evening into the first quiet hours of night. Long enough for the facts to stop feeling like a shock and start feeling like something I'd have to learn to carry. My mother had not been entirely a victim. She'd been a participant. Whatever Victor had offered or promised, whatever had brought her to that decision, her signature was on the document. Her involvement in the sabotage that had helped hollow out everything Henri built was real and chosen. I thought about the woman I remembered. Elegant, quietly sad in the years after Henri died. Always encouraging me to let Laurent Luxe go. To sell it, to walk away and build something new without the weight of my father's name pulling at everything. I'd thought it was grief talking or the exhaustion of a woman who'd watched her husband die and couldn't bear to watch the company follow. Now
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