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2026-03-24 19:13:58
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Dealing with Mr fucking right. Alone.
Joe’s POVThe study smelled like whiskey and fear.I stood at the window, my phone pressed so hard to my ear it hurt, watching the stock ticker on my laptop update in real time. Red. Everything was fucking red.“Forty-seven percent, Chris,” I said, my voice hoarse and cracking. “Forty-seven fucking percent. How the hell did this happen so fast? Yesterday it was a dip. Today it’s a bloodbath. Tell me you can fix this.”Chris, my lawyer of twelve years, sounded like a man who had already written me off. “Because your wife didn’t just leak documents, Joe. She lit a match and walked away. The feds have opened a formal investigation. They want her statement tomorrow. They’re freezing assets as we speak. Three of your biggest partners have already pulled out publicly. The board is calling an emergency meeting in the morning. They’re going to vote you out.”I laughed, a cracked, ugly sound that echoed off the wood paneling. “Vote me out? This is my company. My father built it from nothing. I
Dealing with Mr fucking right. The weight of it all.
Clara’s POVDaniel’s hand paused on the receiver for half a second before he picked it up.“It’s the U.S. Attorney’s Office,” he said quietly, his eyes flicking first to me, then to Emma.The air in the room seemed to thicken. Emma’s fingers tightened around mine until I felt the bones press together. My pulse roared in my ears.Daniel listened without speaking for what felt like forever, nodding occasionally, his face giving nothing away. When he finally set the phone down, he turned to us with a slow, deliberate breath.“They want the evidence,” he said. “All of it. The full set of documents you released, plus anything else you have in your possession. They’re opening a formal federal investigation into the money laundering. They want your official statement as the source and they want it soon. Possibly as early as tomorrow morning.”For a single heartbeat the room was completely silent.Then Emma let out a sharp, triumphant laugh, it was half sob, half victory and threw her arms ar
Dealing with Mr fucking right. No going back.
Clara’s POVMy phone lay face-down on the coffee table, buzzing nonstop since I’d hit “send” on the documents two hours ago.Daniel’s office felt smaller than usual, the air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and the faint metallic tang of tension. Sunlight slanted through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor, but it did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, Emma pressed close beside me, our shoulders touching like we were soldiers in a foxhole. The money-laundering evidence was everywhere now.Daniel had helped me package it carefully: the shell companies, the fictitious contracts, the neat columns of dirty money flowing through Joe’s empire and coming out sparkling clean on the other side. I hadn’t dumped every file but just enough to light the fuse. A detailed thread on X with key screenshots and summaries, a short, calm statement from me explaining why I was releasing it, and the forensic
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Taste of victory.
Joe’s POVWhew… so this was what winning felt like.I leaned back in the leather chair, as a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face as I replayed the video in my head. The lighting, the tone, the perfect mix of heartbroken husband and noble fighter. Damn, I’d nailed it. Maybe I should quit the family business and become an actor. Oscar-worthy performance right there.Joe, you're the bomb.I laughed softly, stroking my beard, the coarse hairs rasping under my fingers. That bitch really thought she could win. That she could make a fool out of me, Joe Pritchett. She was fucking joking.By the time I was done with her, she was going to regret every single second she spent thinking she could walk away from me. The nerve of her to leave, to…to laugh in the street with that loud-mouthed stupid Emma and that basketball-coach nobody. I was going to destroy her. Destroy everything she’d ever touched right from her little art job to her reputation, her precious “freedom.” I’d make sure she
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Media pity
Clara’s POV“What news, Emma? Talk to me….now.”My voice cracked like thin ice. Cameron was still kneeling between my legs, his hands warm on my thighs, but the heat between us had vanished the second Emma’s name lit up the screen.I sat up straighter on the edge of the mattress, my naked skin prickling in the suddenly cold air, and the phone pressed so hard to my ear the edge dug into my cheek.“Gosh, Clara…” Emma sounded like she was running and crying at the same time. “It’s everywhere. All over the blogs, X, Instagram, TikTok ... .even the local news aggregators are picking it up.”Emma." I was already sitting on the edge of the bed. Cameron had gone still beside me. "What is it? What are they saying?”“It’s blowing up, people are sharing it like wildfire. Everyone is talking about it.”My heart slammed hard enough that I felt it in my throat. “What? What the hell are you talking about? Emma, I swear if you don’t spit it out….”Cameron had already risen. He snatched his own phone
Dealing with Mr fucking right. Little bit of rest.
Clara’s POVTwo weeks had passed since the night of Bryan's kidnap and we finding him at the mall security office, and the world had just kept turning and moving slowly. Bryan was sleeping through most nights now, though Emma still checked on him every hour until dawn. My spring installation sketches had started coming together again, shapes and colors bleeding onto the page like they were determined to fill every space after they’d been locked up in a cage for a long time. And Joe… Joe had simply decided the calendar didn’t apply to him and still stuck himself to the past. Like it was any of my business.That wasn't any of my business at all.I sank deeper into the tub until the water lapped at my collarbone. The heat had turned my skin pink, steam curling between us. Cameron sat behind me, his legs bracketing mine, chest warm against my back. His arms were loose around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder. For once my apartment was quiet, there were no buzzing phones, no l
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