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8. My Slave

Author: La Mariachi
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-10 23:52:43

MARISSA

I had rushed out of the office, my heels striking the floor with purpose, heading straight for the elevator.

I was just about to press the button when a body slammed into my path.

“Marissa. Marissa, please wait. Please.”

Tristan stood there, breathless, panic splashed across his face.

I turned slowly.

“Tristan, you’re pushing me,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “You’re pushing me to the very last thread of my patience.”

He clasped his hands together, desperation written all over him. “Please. Forgive me.”

Something dark and cold settled in my chest.

“Do not mention those shares again,” I warned quietly, pointing at him. “Do it, and you will pay dearly.”

He swallowed hard. “I understand.”

“Good. Now move. I can’t stand to be here any longer.”

He hesitated. “But the papers. You still need to sign them to seal our partnership.”

I let out a slow laugh and gave him a sadistic smile.

“The shares,” I said, returning back to the subject again.

“You think I don’t know your trick? You want
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