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Elliot The moment I stepped out of that conference room, my blood was boiling hotter than it had in years. I couldn’t get the image of Manuel’s smug face out of my head, nor the way his eyes lingered on Susan like she was some kind of unfinished masterpiece he couldn’t wait to touch up. I stormed into my office, slamming the door harder than necessary. My chest tightened with every breath, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely out of control. Susan...my Susan...had history with this guy. And not just any history, but the kind that left marks, invisible yet undeniable. I didn’t give a damn about business deals or brand endorsements anymore. Manuel Fernandez had crossed a line, and I wasn’t about to sit back and watch him worm his way into Susan’s life. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages until I found Adrian’s name. If anyone could talk some sense into me...or at least help me plot revenge...it was him. Need a drink. Now. His response was immed

Elliot I wasn’t proud of it, but jealousy had a way of sinking its claws deep into me. It wasn’t just about Susan working with Manuel Fernandez—it was the way the guy looked at her, like she was some kind of muse he’d been searching for his whole life. And I knew that look. I’d worn it the first time I realized Susan Hart wasn’t just another woman. She was the woman. I stared at the reports on my desk, but none of the numbers made sense. Hell, I couldn’t even focus. All I could think about was the way Manuel leaned in a little too close during meetings, his dark eyes lingering on Susan like he had every right to. The office door creaked open, and Adrian sauntered in, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “You look like hell,” he announced, plopping into the chair opposite me. “What’s eating you now?” I didn’t answer right away, just poured us both a drink from the decanter on my desk. The burn of the whiskey wasn’t enough to chase away the frustration gnawing at my insides. Adr

Susan I barely had a moment to breathe after Manuel’s cryptic words before my phone buzzed.Elliot: Come outside. Now.My stomach twisted. I could already imagine his expression...dark, possessive, barely holding his temper in check.Sighing, I grabbed my coat and stepped out of the building. The moment I stepped out of the building, I spotted Elliot leaning against his car, arms crossed, his entire posture radiating controlled fury. The city lights reflected in his sharp eyes, and as I walked toward him, I braced myself for the storm that was about to come.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” His voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable.I exhaled, already exhausted. “Not tonight, Elliot.”He pushed off the car, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Not tonight? Are you serious? You think I’m just going to stand by and watch while Fernandez treats you like some prize he’s about to claim?”I let out a bitter laugh. “So that’s what this is about? Jealousy?”His jaw

SusanWarmth. That’s what I felt first. Not just physical warmth but something deeper, something safe. My head was heavy, my body sluggish, but I knew I wasn’t alone. A familiar scent wrapped around me...clean, musky, undeniably him.I blinked, trying to orient myself. Dim lighting, soft sheets, a quiet hum of the city beyond the windows, this wasn’t my apartment.It was Elliot’s.Panic jolted through me, but before I could sit up, a deep voice cut through the haze.“You’re awake.”I turned my head, and there he was, sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. He looked… exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept. Like I was the reason he hadn’t.Memories from earlier flooded back. The restaurant, Manuel, the alcohol, my stupid, pathetic breakdown. I closed my eyes briefly, humiliation creeping up my spine.“Why am I here?” I croaked.“You got drunk,” he said simply. “Manuel called me.”I winced, Manuel. He had seen me unravel, spilling my sorrows like a despe

Elliot I sat across from my mother in the grand dining hall of the Prescott estate, the tension so thick it felt like the walls were closing in. The candlelight flickered between us, casting sharp shadows over her cold, unreadable expression. I had been summoned...no, commanded...for this private dinner, and I already knew what it was about. “Susan Hart,” she said, swirling her wine glass as if savoring the taste of my impending obedience. “She’s still lingering around you. why?” I took a deep breath, keeping my jaw tight. “She’s not lingering, Mother. She’s my fiancée.” my mother’s grip tightened around the glass, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the crystal. “Then break it off,” she said smoothly, as if she were canceling a bad investment. “You’ve had your fun, but this needs to end. Now.” I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. “You really don’t get it, do you? I love her.” “Love?” she scoffed. “You call it love when a woman accepts money to walk away from you