Zara stood at the window of the Paris penthouse, her breath fogging the glass. Below her, the city pulsed with life—neon signs, midnight cafés, horns in the distance. The Eiffel Tower glittered like a lie dressed in diamonds. Fitting.Behind her, the sound of leather shoes echoed against marble floors. Alec.“Say it,” she said, her voice sharp as the blade still buried in her chest. “Say it out loud.”He exhaled. “I’m Alec Blackwell.”“The Alec Blackwell,” she whispered, as if saying it too loud would shatter her.He stepped closer. “CEO of Blackwell Industries. Billionaire. Founder of the law firm you thought was just some ghost entity. The same one that bought out the company you used to work for.”Zara turned slowly. “And all this time… the broke guy with the holes in his shoes? The one with sad stories and broken ramen noodles in his cabinet—that was a show?”“No,” Alec said softly. “That was the truth I wanted. Stripped down. Real.”“Real?” she repeated, laughing bitterly. “You m
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