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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The rain began as the sedan pulled into the private courtyard of Barley Group headquarters. By the time Bianca reached the tenth floor, the atmosphere had shifted again, controlled and stripped of the earlier panic.Camille didn’t look up when the door opened. She stood over her tablet, sleeves rolled to her elbows, her expression focused and sharp."It's official," Camille said, tossing her tablet onto the glass conference table. It slid to a stop in front of Bianca. "Lawrence's secretary just logged the panel selection into the corporate ledger. He didn't wait for the forty-eight-hour review period. He's already picked his people."Bianca leaned forward and scanned the document. Three names stood out immediately."Dr. Aris Thorne. Dr. Linda Vance-Hayes. Dr. Marcus Vance." Her jaw tightened. "They're all senior consultants at St. Jude's Medical Center."Camille nodded. "The same St. Jude's that received a twelve-million-dollar donation from Lawrence's foundation last quarter.""It’s
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The glass doors of the Barley Group headquarters slid shut behind them, cutting off the noise of the executive floor. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain.Enzo walked beside Bianca as they made their way through the underground parking garage toward his sedan. He unlocked the car but didn't say a word. Only after they were both inside did the silence settle between them.Bianca leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes as the adrenaline finally faded. Her hands were still shaking.Enzo reached into the console and pulled out a thermal flask. He opened it, letting out the scent of chamomile and honey. He placed it in her hands without a word."I almost lost control in there," Bianca whispered. "When I saw those files on the screen... I thought I was going to throw up."Enzo shifted the car into drive and pulled out toward the exit ramp."No. You didn’t lose confidence," he said. "There’s a difference. Lawrence wanted a reaction. Instead, you hel
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER TWENTY
The executive garage beneath Barley Group headquarters was nearly empty, quiet except for the hum of overhead lights. Enzo parked the sedan and cut the engine, but he didn't unlock the doors right away.Instead, he turned toward Bianca. His gaze settled on her, steady and focused, as if he needed to make sure he had her full attention before he spoke."I won't step inside that room," Enzo said. "Your uncle is waiting for me to do exactly that so he can claim you're dependent on Davenport capital to survive. But I will be right outside. Remember who you are, Bianca. You are a Barley."Bianca took a deep, steadying breath, her fingers loosening their white-knuckled grip on her handbag. "Thank you," she murmured.When she stepped onto the executive floor, the boardroom doors were shut, but standing just outside them was her cousin. Camille’s face was pale, her fingers flying across her phone as she tracked the digital fallout. "The leak came from a boutique firm on Selena's payroll," Ca
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER NINETEEN
The sun wasn't even up when Bianca's phone started buzzing on her bedside table. Half-awake, she reached for it and squinted at the screen. Thirty-two missed calls from Margaret, dozens of press alerts, and one text from an unknown number.Check the business tabloids. A knot formed in her stomach as she opened the first link.The headline in the New York Financial Ledger was brutal: VINDICTIVE DIVORCEE OR CORPORATE LEADER? HOW BIANCA BARLEY IS SABOTAGING INFRASTRUCTURE FOR REVENGE.The article was written with cold precision. It ignored the facts. Instead, it painted her as a bitter, unstable ex-wife who stayed quiet for six years, then used the Barley Group to throw a massive post-divorce tantrum. Worse, it dragged Enzo Davenport into the story.He was described as a shady billionaire helping Bianca squeeze New York's distribution network, all for the sake of getting back at Dominic Brown.By the time Bianca dressed and reached the Barley building, the atmosphere was filled with pan
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The crystal chandelier cast cold light across the dining table in the Brown estate. The table was set for three. Dominic chewed a bite of roasted duck, but he barely tasted it."The seasoning is off," Eleanor said, setting down her wine glass. "Bianca always made sure the kitchen used fresh herbs. Everything feels so disorganized now."Dominic didn't respond.A headache had been building behind his eyes since mid-afternoon. Enzo Davenport's latest move had frozen three of Brown Holdings' main distribution routes, leaving millions of dollars tied up overnight.Earlier, when he went to his study to review the contract clauses, he had spent two hours digging through disorganized files.For six years, everything had simply appeared on his desk, organized, cross-referenced, and marked with neat notes. Now everything was different."If the food isn't to your liking, Eleanor, you could instruct the staff instead of complaining," Selena said, her voice tight.She sat across from Dominic in an
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The door to her private office clicked shut, cutting off the noise from the corporate floor. Olivia had gone to finalize the press release with PR. The shareholders had left, and this battle was over.Bianca stood alone in the middle of the room. She walked slowly back to her desk. Her knees suddenly felt weak. When she tried to set her empty coffee cup down, it shook loudly against the glass, and her hands were shaking.Bianca pulled her hands back and pressed them against her chest, but the shaking didn't stop. It spread up her arms, tightening her throat until her breathing turned shallow. She sank into the leather chair and stared at the desk.You're an amateur, Bianca. You're just a placeholder with a famous last name.Dominic's voice echoed in her head, so clear it made her shake. For six years, he had fed her those words, over breakfast, in their bedroom, before high-society events.You're a convenience. If you ever try to stand on your own, the world will tear you apart.Today
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER TWELVE
The boardroom fell silent. I didn't answer Lawrence immediately. Instead, I crossed the room, the click of my heels echoing against the granite floor. All the directors watched as I made my way to the far end of the table.Camille sat halfway down the right side, her tablet resting in front of her.
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER ELEVEN
I sat in the backseat, watching a live broadcast outside Barley Group headquarters. Reporters packed the entrance, but it was the woman appearing in the split-screen interview who caught my attention.Selena stood before a wall of journalists, looking small, composed, and just vulnerable enough to
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER TEN
The morning sun had barely risen over Manhattan when the financial world was already in turmoil. I sat in the morning room of the Barley estate, a cup of tea untouched beside a stack of tablets.Every screen carried a version of the same breaking news. The Wall Street Journal headline was the blunt
Too Late To Want Me Back CHAPTER NINE
The room fell silent after my command. For a second, nobody said a word. The word 'cancel' lingered in the air."Bianca, stop this madness!" Eleanor was the first to speak. The usual calculated confidence in her voice was entirely gone, replaced by a shrill, desperate edge. She took a sharp step to
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