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ANTHONY’S POVThe idea came to me over lunch. Not a late-night revelation, not one of the restless thoughts that kept me circling the gym at midnight. It was daylight, in a quiet corner of an uptown restaurant, with the sound of cutlery and chatter all around us.“MedDirect,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What’s stopping me from buying it outright?”Ostara looked up from her plate, blinking once. “You’re serious.”I gave a small shrug. “Peter’s gone. The company’s not weak, but it’s not strong either. News of his disappearance will spread, the market will smell blood. We could swoop in, end the competition before it even knows it’s in trouble.”She set her fork down carefully. “Your half-brother vanishes for forty-eight hours and your first instinct is to squash him by buying up his company?”“It’s now or never,” I said simply. “They’ll be scrambling, in panic, wondering who’s in charge. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?”Her mouth pressed into a thin line. She leaned back,
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PETER’S POVThe plane ride back to Italy was suffocating. Not because of turbulence, not because of noise—because there was nothing. Silence so thick it pressed against my ears. A coffin in the sky, carrying me back to the very people who wanted me dead.I’d packed up my life in America overnight, folded it into a suitcase, and left without a word. I told myself I was returning to fix things. And when I said fix, I meant reminding my so-called men who ran this family. Firing whoever had forgotten it. Destroying anyone who dared to raise a hand against me.MedDirect would limp along without me. I had three idiots propping it up—Henry Cao, Jeffrey Abram, and Tyrell Aikens—each useful only because they followed my instructions like sheep. Three delusional college dropouts with an app idea and no idea how to execute it until I backed them up. If they stuck to the script, my contracts would stay alive. If they tried to think for themselves, they’d ruin it all. But for now, the machine co
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 186
ANTHONY’S POVBy the time I settled into the car, Donna was wide awake again, perched beside me in her booster seat, grinning ear to ear. The launch had been long, full of faces and cameras, but she was buzzing like it had all been a warm-up for her real day—time with me.“What are we doing first, Daddy?” she asked, kicking her shoes against the seat.“Anything you want,” I said, as Mark started driving. “Today’s your day.”She cheered, pumping her little fist, and for a second, my chest ached so sharply I had to look away. How long had I been imagining this? Not just father-daughter time, but the whole picture. A family. Donna. Ostara. A new house. New memories. A life with enough softness in it to keep me from hardening all the way.But every time my mind painted that picture, Cameron’s name cut through it like a shadow.I hated that I even thought of him, hated the way my jaw clenched whenever I remembered seeing his name light up her phone. I had made my stance clear to Ostara—no
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OSTARA’S POV“What is going on?” I asked Bethany as I approached, keeping my voice low. “He made a remark about my ass,” she said. I could tell she wanted to scream, but out of respect for my event, she was holding herself back. “Except he thought I was Sabrina.” Sabrina’s cheeks were flushed with fury. “We both heard it.” Zane leaned lazily against the tasting bar, arms folded, his smirk daring anyone to challenge him.“Hey, I guess I have a specific type, I didn’t know.” Anthony stepped in before the silence stretched too far. His voice was steady, cutting, designed to carry. “That’s enough.” He fixed Zane with a look that brooked no argument. “You. With me. Now.”Zane tilted his head, smirk never faltering, but Anthony didn’t wait for compliance—he simply turned and started toward the far corner of the room. After a beat, Zane pushed himself off the counter and followed.That left me with Bethany and Sabrina, both visibly rattled, both trying not to look as though they had just
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 184
ANTHONY’S POVDropping them at the hotel had been harder than I’d expected. Donna was chattering about her plans for the morning, already dreaming about serving the “first piece” at the new store. Ostara stood by her, calm and kind, thanking me for the ride, for the day, for nothing and everything at once.I had asked her—gently, cautiously—if she wanted to stay at my house instead. There was room, more than enough. It wasn’t a plea, only an offer, spoken with care. She gave me a polite smile and shook her head. No explanation. No excuse. Just a soft refusal. I’d taken it quickly, without pressing. I knew what memories waited in those rooms. Memories she’d never want to relive again.By the time I got back to the house, the decision had already crystallized in me.“Mark,” I said as soon as he joined me in the study, “start looking. I want a new place. Big enough for Donna. Big enough for Ostara, if she ever wants it.”Mark’s brow lifted. “You want to move? Now?”“Now,” I said firmly.
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OSTARA’S POVThe jet hummed steadily beneath our feet, a low, constant sound that settled everyone into a calm rhythm. Donna had the window seat. She pressed her forehead to the glass and narrated the sky to Penny like it was a living thing—pointing out a thin band of clouds, a tiny shadow of another plane, the way the sun brightened the wing. Across the aisle, Ethan and Adam compared playlists. Behind us, Elijah reviewed a lean run-of-show for the opening. Sabrina and Bethany were a few rows back with the production gear, speaking in short, polite sentences that skirted anything personal. And Davina said she’d join us on launch day. I should have been all the way inside this moment—work in order, family around me, a coast-to-coast dream about to break open—but St. Tropez kept returning like a tug at my sleeve. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my mind—Natalie’s eyes on mine for a heartbeat, then gone. The way she ran… like some sort of hunted animal. I had not told Cameron. I wanted
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