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Chapter 42: Ruthless
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2026-05-06 02:25:15
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The heavy mahogany doors of Xavier’s office remained locked long after Isabella’s sobbing had faded into the hum of the ventilation system. Inside the air was thick with the scent of leather cedar and the electric charge of a victory that felt more like a declaration of war. Xavier hadn’t moved from his position in front of me. He stood between my knees as I sat on the edge of his desk his hands resting on my waist with a grip that suggested he was afraid I might vanish if he loosened his hold even a fraction of an inch.The intercom on the desk buzzed with a sharp persistent tone. It was the sound of a world trying to claw its way back into the sanctuary he had built for us. Xavier didn't even look at the blinking light. His focus was entirely on me his dark eyes tracing the line of my throat and the emerald silk of my dress as if he were trying to memorize the way the light hit the fabric.Your father is on line one Chairman the secretary's voice crackled through the speaker soundin
The Billionaire Heiress: yes, Use me Chapter 42: Ruthless
The emerald silk of my dress felt like a second skin as I stepped back into the lobby of Vane Global. Every head turned as I moved toward the private elevators. The news of the salon execution had likely reached the office before my car did. I could see it in the way the receptionists avoided my gaze and the way the security guards straightened their posture. I wasn't just the wife of the chairman anymore. I was a force of nature they hadn't predicted.When the elevator reached the executive floor the doors opened to a silence so heavy it felt physical. Xavier was standing in the middle of the hallway. He wasn't in his office. He was waiting for me. His jacket was gone and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. He looked like a man who had been pacing a cage for the last hour.You did it he said his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the quiet hall.I walked toward him not stopping until I was inches from his chest. I could feel the heat radiating off him. I did it Xavier. Tif
The Billionaire Heiress: yes, Use me Chapter 41: Le Sommet
The morning air was thick with a gray, heavy mist that clung to the glass walls of the penthouse, mirroring the suffocating intensity that had settled over the rooms. Xavier had been awake since dawn, his presence a dark, vibrating energy that seemed to pull the oxygen from the air. He had spent the last hour standing on the balcony, his back a broad, tense expanse as he stared out over the city he owned, his hand gripping the railing until his knuckles were white.He didn't want me to leave. The obsession had shifted into a high-fever state, a restless, protective insanity that flared every time I moved toward the door. But I had a different kind of hunger today. I didn't want the clinical safety of the penthouse or the cold strategy of the boardroom. I wanted the visceral satisfaction of a debt repaid.I chose a dress of deep, liquid emerald silk that draped over my curves like a threat. It was a color that screamed of old wealth and new power. I pinned the sapphire brooch Xavier ha
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The sun rose over the Chicago skyline with a cold, unforgiving brilliance, but the heat inside the penthouse was simmering at a boiling point. I stood before the mahogany vanity, tracing the line of my jaw with a silver brush. I wasn't just getting ready for work; I was preparing for a siege.I chose the emerald silk dress. It was a masterpiece of subtle provocation, draping over my frame like a liquid jewel, the deep green hue making my skin look like polished marble and my eyes like shards of forest glass. I applied a dark, berry-stained lipstick, the color of bruised fruit, and stepped into my highest black heels. I didn't want to look like an assistant. I wanted to look like the woman who owned the man who owned the city.When I stepped into the living area, Xavier was standing by the floor to ceiling windows, his back to me. He was already fully suited in charcoal grey, his shoulders broad enough to block out the light. He was on the phone, his voice a low, lethal vibration that
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The air in the penthouse study was thick with the scent of old paper and the sharp, clinical smell of expensive scotch. We had been sitting in the heavy silence for three hours, the only sound being the soft scratching of my pen against the ledgers and the rhythmic tapping of Xavier’s fingers on his keyboard. To any outsider, we looked like two focused executives working toward a merger. In reality, we were two soldiers sitting in a trench, waiting for the next grenade to be thrown by the people outside our glass walls.Xavier sat in his high-backed leather chair, his dark hair disheveled from where he had been running his fingers through it in frustration. He had discarded his tie hours ago, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the tense cords of his neck. Every few minutes, I would feel his gaze lift from the screen and settle on me. It wasn't a casual glance; it was a heavy, weighted stare that felt like a physical touch. He was checking to see if I was
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The elevator descent felt like a fall from grace. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, and the image of Xavier standing amongst those shattered roses wouldn't leave my mind. He looked devastated—not like a man who had been caught in a scam, but like a man who had been blindsided by his own father’s cruelty.The Loyalty Indemnity Clause. Silas hadn't just bought Xavier’s silence; he had weaponized it to ensure Xavier could never be happy with me.As I stepped into the lobby, my phone buzzed. A text from Julian Sterling.“I heard about the rooftop scene. The Thorne family is already bragging about the 20%. Dinner tonight? I have the counter-strategy you need.”I stared at the screen. I wanted to hurt Xavier. I wanted to make him feel the same cold, hollow ache that was currently eating at my chest. But as I looked up, I saw Xavier’s head of security, Marcus, waiting by the glass doors. He wasn't stopping me; he was guarding me. Even when I was walking away from him, Xavier was s
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