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Her face flushed red. "Alexander told me you filed for full custody of Lucas. You bitch."I laughed. "He's my son.""He was your son. Now he's mine. He calls me mom. Comes to me when he's scared. Asks me to help with his homework." Each word was designed to cut. "You're nothing to him anymore except a memory that makes him sad.""That's because you and Alexander have been poisoning him against me.""We've been telling him the truth. That his mother abandoned him. That she cares more about her new rich family than about him." Sophia smiled. "And you know what? He believes us."I wanted to hit her. Actually hit her. My entire body shook with the effort of holding back."You filed for custody," Sophia continued. "So now we're going to war. And best believe, Ivy, we will fight with everything we have. Alexander has lawyers. I have connections. And you?" She looked me up and down. "You have nothing except Vincent's pity.""Get out of my face.""Or what? You'll fire me? Go ahead. Try." She

MAYAI arrived at Blackwood headquarters at five forty-five in the morning.The building was almost empty. Just security guards and a few early janitors. The executive floor was completely dark except for one office.Damien's.I took the elevator up, my heart pounding. Tried to prepare myself for whatever confrontation was coming.The elevator doors opened and I walked down the silent hallway. My heels too loud in the quiet. Each step feeling like a countdown to disaster.Damien's office door was open. Light spilled out into the hallway.I stopped in the doorway.He sat behind his desk wearing the same suit from yesterday. His tie was loosened. His hair messy like he'd been running his hands through it. And there was a half-empty bottle of scotch on his desk.Damien Blackwood. Mr. Perfect. Mr. Control. Drinking alone in his office before six in the morning."You're early," he said without looking up."You said don't be late.""I said six. It's five forty-seven." He finally looked at m

Vincent's call came on Thursday afternoon."Family dinner tonight. Seven PM. Don't be late."No explanation. No asking if I was available. Just a command.I wanted to refuse. Wanted to tell him I had a custody hearing to prepare for and a life falling apart and absolutely no desire to sit through another evening of his family's judgment.But refusing Vincent wasn't an option. Not when I was already on thin ice at work. Not when I needed every advantage I could get.So at six thirty I had Turner drive me to the Blackwood estate.The house looked as cold and unwelcoming as ever. All that old money and old grudges wrapped up in marble and expensive art.Isabella answered the door herself this time. No butler. Just her in a silk dress the color of ice, looking at me like I was something unpleasant she'd stepped in."Ivy. How lovely." Her voice was frost. No pretense of warmth anymore. Not after the wine incident. "Everyone's gathering in the dining room."I followed her through the hallwa

"Thanks for the vote of confidence.""You want confidence? Here it is." He moved closer to his railing so we were almost the same distance apart as if we were standing in the same room. "You're going to survive this. Not because they'll suddenly decide to accept you. But because you're going to stop trying to please them and start taking what's yours.""That's easy for you to say.""No. It's hard. It's the hardest thing you'll ever do." His voice was serious now. Raw. "Accepting that they'll never love you. That approval isn't coming. That you have to rip everything away from them by force.""Is that what you did?""Every single day." He picked up his glass again. "My family wanted me weak. Controllable. So I became the opposite. Made myself into something they couldn't ignore or eliminate. And now they fear me.""I don't want people to fear me.""Then you've already lost." He took a drink. "Fear is the only language these families understand. Respect comes from fear. Power comes from

Something flashed in his eyes. Satisfaction. Possession. Something darker I couldn't name. Then his mouth was on me and I forgot how to think. He was merciless. Knew exactly what to do to drive me insane. Used his mouth and his hands and his voice whispering filthy things against my skin. "That's it," he encouraged. "Stop holding back. Stop being so controlled. Just feel." I couldn't hold back if I tried. My body was responding to him in ways I didn't know were possible. Every touch sent electricity through my veins. Every word made me ache for more. "Ares, please—" "Please what?" He looked up at me from between my thighs. "Use your words, Ivy." "Please don't stop." "I'm not going to stop until you're screaming my name." His mouth returned to its work. "Until every thought in that beautiful head is gone except this." He added his fingers. Found that perfect rhythm that made my back arch off the couch. I was close. So close. Could feel the orgasm building like a wave about to