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Chapter 8 - Spiralling

Author: Joanna Jade
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-16 20:29:13
Roman’s POV

I stood at the edge of my balcony, the night air doing nothing to steady the pounding in my chest. The file Davin brought was still clutched in my hand, my knuckles white against the sides.

A few things in life had the power to shake me. But this? This had me cold to the bone.

I scanned the page again, my eyes catching on the same line repeatedly like it was mocking me.

Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne.

The name hit like a blow. My eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place.

Grayson. That bastard.

Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, shit-head of a stepbrother.

The paper burned in my grip. My skin felt too tight for my body, the air around me pressing in until I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh, rage, or punch my fist through the wall.

“How the fuck did this happen?” I growled, throwing the file over the railing, the papers scattered like petals in the wind.

“Are you sure this is accurate?” I tur
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