– Ghosts at the Table“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” I whispered, my grip tighter on the pen still warm from signing away my empire. But I wasn’t. Adrian was reallean, sharp, and simmering with controlled fire as he walked into the boardroom like he owned the air itself. Ethan’s jaw flexed, his mask of calm cracking for the first time since I walked back into his life. “You weren’t invited,” he growled. Adrian grinned, sliding into the empty seat directly opposite Ethan. His gaze flickered quickly to me, lingering with a heat I couldn’t bear and couldn’t resist. “And yet,” he said easily, “here I am. You know me, EthanI never did need an invitation.” The silence was overwhelming. Executives shifted uncomfortably, talking, while Naomi’s sharp eyes darted between us all, calculating. I found my voice, though it trembled. “Adrian, this isn’t your fight.” His gaze pinned me, unflinching. “Isn’t it? When the woman I…” He paused, a muscle in his jaw twitching, “…when the woman you’re tr
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