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Chapter Fifty Three
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2026-09-29 10:00:09
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Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty Six
By Saturday evening, the question beneath the original post had stopped being a question.Serena sat at the dining table with her laptop open in front of her and her phone facedown beside it. She had put it that way nearly twenty minutes ago after Claire told her, for the third time, to stop reading comments from strangers who knew nothing about her. It had not helped. The laptop was worse.One of the larger entertainment sites had picked up the story shortly after three. Another followed less than an hour later, then two financial gossip accounts, then several pages Serena had never heard of. The original post had given them enough to work with: her name, Damian’s name, payments made over nearly a year, and a cropped page proving there had been a private agreement between them. Everything the documents didn’t explain, the internet had supplied.DAMIAN TAYLOR’S SECRET MISTRESS?Serena stared at the headline until the words began to lose their shape. The article beneath it was careful
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty Five
By nine Saturday morning, Damian Taylor and Cecilia Arden were no longer engaged.The statement appeared first through representatives for both families and was picked up almost immediately by the financial press. Serena saw it while standing barefoot in her kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to finish.DAMIAN TAYLOR AND CECILIA ARDEN END ENGAGEMENTShe opened the article. The statement was brief. The decision had been mutual. Damian and Cecilia continued to hold one another in high regard. Both families remained committed to their existing business interests, and neither would be commenting further on a private matter.Serena read it once, then locked her phone and poured her coffee. Damian had done exactly what he’d told her he would do. Yesterday, that might have mattered more. Today, Serena refused to spend her Saturday morning thinking about him.By eleven, she was dressed and halfway through a late breakfast when her phone began vibrating across the kitchen counter. She gla
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty Four
By Friday evening, Damian had stopped pretending Serena’s sudden professionalism was accidental.She hadn’t ignored him. That would have been easier to confront. Instead, she had removed every unnecessary reason for them to speak. A question about the November campaign went through Elena. Daniel handled the adjustment to her next development session. An email Damian sent regarding the revised campaign schedule received a perfectly courteous response confirming that the changes worked for her.Nothing personal. Nothing that invited another message.Three days earlier, Serena had stood in front of him at Street Nation and told him she was single but still not his. Now she was making certain he understood what that meant.Damian called Cecilia shortly after six. “Did you see Serena yesterday?”“Yes. At the Everhart walkthrough.”That was enough.“You told her.”“I told her the engagement ended, if that’s what you’re asking.”Damian leaned back in his chair. “What else?”“That we hadn’t a
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty Three
Forty-eight hours became seventy-two.Not because Damian had changed his mind about Cecilia. By Thursday morning, it was already clear that ending the engagement wouldn’t destroy the Arden transaction. The problem was that Cecilia’s father no longer seemed interested in making the deal as easy as it had been before.The Ardens had reopened terms everyone had considered settled weeks ago. Nothing was impossible to work around, but each change meant another conversation, another revision and another opportunity for people outside the two families to notice that a transaction that had been moving smoothly was suddenly becoming difficult.“They sent their revisions this morning,” Malcolm said.Damian looked down at the pages on the conference table. “They want more.”“They’re calling it a reassessment.”“Of course they are.”Victor sat several seats away with his own copy. “Cecilia’s father is angry. He’s less willing to give Aella concessions he was comfortable giving when he believed ou
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty Two
Victor entered Damian’s office absurdly early, before most of Aella’s staff had properly settled behind their desks or made it through their first coffee of the morning.Damian looked up from the financial report on his screen. His father usually ignored the formality of waiting to be announced when something mattered, but appearing before the building had fully come alive meant whatever brought him there couldn’t wait.“Cecilia spoke to her father last night.”Damian leaned back slightly. “I assumed she would.”“Then you can probably imagine the conversation I had with him before I’d had the chance to finish my first cup of coffee.”“I can imagine several versions.”“None of them pleasant.”Victor crossed the office and took the chair opposite Damian’s desk. He looked as composed as usual, but Damian knew his father well enough to recognize the irritation beneath it.“What did she tell them?”“Very little. Apparently, she has decided the marriage is no longer something she wants.”Al
Tired of me, Mr. Taylor? Chapter Fifty One
Cecilia knew something was wrong before they finished the first course.They had left Street Nation together less than an hour earlier. Damian had been exactly where she’d expected him to be when she arrived to meet him for dinner, but Serena had been there too, walking toward the elevators with her bag over her shoulder.Cecilia had been about to call out a greeting when Damian stepped into the corridor behind Serena. His eyes had gone to Serena first, only afterward moving to Cecilia.It had lasted perhaps a second, but Cecilia noticed. She also noticed the way Damian continued watching Serena as she walked away, his attention following her until the elevator doors closed between them.He hadn’t said anything about it.Neither had Cecilia.Now, sitting across from him at dinner, she couldn’t stop thinking about those few seconds.Damian had greeted her normally, walked out with her and spent the drive asking about her day. Since they’d sat down, he’d remembered the meeting she’d men
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