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My Accidental Billionaire Husband Until I break that little cunt
~Julian~The cabin of the jet was a masterpiece of cold opulence, a sanctuary designed to insulate me from the realities of the outside world. It was a space defined by dark, bespoke Italian leather, polished mahogany that had been cured for decades, and the silent, terrifying efficiency of a Gulfstream G700 that cost more than most people would earn in ten lifetimes. It was an environment of absolute authority, where the laws of the outside world dissolved into the hum of twin Rolls-Royce engines.I sat in the single leather armchair, a glass of 1982 Petrus in my hand, the crystal catching the amber-hued ambient lighting and casting deep, ruby shadows across the table. It was a vintage that most would hesitate to open, let alone consume while cruising at forty thousand feet. I did not hesitate. For me, wealth was not a currency; it was a tool, an instrument of absolute control that ensured every desire I possessed was met with immediate, seamless compliance. Across from me, Katia st
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~Katia~I called Julian before I left the office that evening, because what I needed to say to him was not something I wanted to say through a text message that he could read and reread and twist into something it was not."We need to stop," I said the moment he answered.There was a pause on the other end. Not long, but long enough that I knew he had heard me clearly and was choosing how to respond rather than reacting on instinct."Stop what?" he said."This," I said. "Whatever this is. What we have been doing." I closed my office door so Sam would not hear the rest of this conversation through the gap. "It is not fair to Delia. She lives in your house. She thinks there is a version of this where you eventually choose her, and every night you spend with me is a night you are letting her believe in something that will never happen." I took a breath. "And it is not fair to Jude either. He came here; he apologized. He is trying. Whatever he was before, he is trying now. I cannot keep d
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~Jude~I walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hotel suite and stared down at the sprawling, grid-locked veins of Manhattan. From here, the world looked organized, clean, and entirely under control. It was a lie, of course. My entire life, my entire presence in this city, and the very foundation of my claim to Katia Kensington were built on a precarious pile of falsehoods.Julian Windsor was the wild card in that pile.He was going to be a problem. That was the only thing I was certain of. I knew the game I was playing; Katia was mine, even if the marriage certificate was a work of fiction, even if the history I claimed with her was something I had manufactured to bridge the gap between where she was and where I wanted her to be. She was the prize, and I had invested too much to let her slip through my fingers.But Windsor? Windsor was something else entirely.Technically, he was her brother-in-law. That was the narrative. But the way he looked at her—the way he protected her, t
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~Julian~My phone sat on the mahogany surface of my desk like a live grenade.I stared at the screen, the backlight illuminating the missed call notification for the fifth time in less than twenty minutes. Katia was not answering. She was ignoring me, and the cold, sharp blade of my fury was beginning to carve out the space where my patience usually sat.I picked the device up, my thumb hovering over the screen, and typed a single question.Where are you sleeping tonight?I didn't have to wait long. The bubble popped up almost instantly, a sterile, digital betrayal that felt colder than ice.I’m sorry, Julian. I want to give my husband and I a chance.The room went silent. Not the quiet of a house settling, but the dead, absolute silence of a vacuum. I read the words again, letting them sink into the marrow of my bones. She wanted to give Jude Wolfe a chance. She was sitting in a hotel suite somewhere, playing house with a man who isn't her husband, while she belonged to me.She belon
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~Julian~I had been driving for forty minutes through traffic that should have taken fifteen, and the only thing keeping my temper level was the thought of getting home, taking off this suit, and not speaking to another human being for at least an hour.That plan ended the moment I walked through my own front door.Delia was standing at the entrance of the gallery, waiting. Fully dressed this time, holding a glass of red wine out toward me with both hands like an offering.I stopped walking.I looked at her and then looked at the wine.I had not forgotten what happened the last time she handed me a glass in this house. My knuckles still remembered the way my legs had stopped working halfway up these stairs, the way the room had tilted, the cold certainty that something had been put in the drink before I ever raised it to my mouth.I took the glass anyway, because refusing it would have started a conversation I did not want to have, and I held it without drinking from it."What's this?
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~Katia~I was reviewing the Brooklyn shipyard contract amendments when someone knocked on my office door.I set my pen down and told them to come in.The door opened and Jude Wolfe walked in carrying a large bunch of white roses. He was in a dark suit, his jaw still showing the last of the healing, his hair carefully styled. He held the flowers in one hand with the slight awkwardness of a man who did not make a habit of carrying them and was aware of how it looked on him.I stood up and stepped around the desk."What are you doing here?" I said.He did not answer straight away. He looked at my face first, taking in the fading bruise on my cheek and the healed line of my lip. Something shifted in his expression that I had not expected to see on the face of Jude Wolfe. It was not confidence or calculation or the cold composure he had shown me every other time we had been in the same room. It was shame. Quiet and real and sitting on him heavily.He closed the distance between us and took
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KatiaThe Calloway Club was the kind of place that didn't advertise its existence. It was a tomb of old money and older secrets, and tonight, the air inside felt heavy, like it was saturated with the scent of expensive scotch and the impending ruin of my composure.I was at the bar at nine-thirty.
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~Julian~Zane called at six fifteen.I was in the middle of reviewing the Dubai security deployment logistics, the camera positioning, the drone flight paths, the facial recognition coverage radii, and I let it ring once before answering because I had a policy about interruptions during security re
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~Katia~I found out on a Thursday.Sam put her tablet on my desk at eight in the morning with the expression she reserved for things that were going to require a decision before the day was out. I was mid-coffee, mid-email, mid-the-particular-focused state I built in the first hour of every working
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~Julian~Zane put the tablet on my desk at nine thirty on a Wednesday morning with the expression he wore when something had happened that he found entertaining and he suspected I would not."You need to see this," he said.I looked at the screen.A woman. Early thirties, dark hair, wearing a carbo
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