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Chapter 10 – Blood Ties & Broken Glass

Penulis: Marcy E. 💗
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-30 15:40:48

Aria’s POV

The conference room smells of polished wood and fresh ink, contracts spread across the table like weapons. My assistant had just finished briefing me when the doors fly open without a knock.

“Aria.”

Bianca. My late husband’s sister. Always storming in like she owns the place.

I lean back in my chair, smoothing the silk at my wrist, refusing to give her the satisfaction of rattling me. “Bianca. I assume barging in means you didn’t bother with an appointment?”

Her eyes are cold, sharp as glass. “Don’t play coy. My assistant sent you the proposal last week. And yet, I hear nothing. Not a signature. Not even a reply.”

I keep my tone calm, clipped. “Because it was trash, Bianca. A siphon disguised as a project. You padded it with ‘consulting fees’ and duplicate contractors. Embezzlement by another name.”

Her face flushes scarlet. “It’s my brother’s money. You think you get to dictate how it’s spent?”

“No,” I say smoothly, folding my hands on the table. “I think I get to
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