If Ethan thought he could rip Damien apart and drag her down with him, he was wrong.By morning, Clara was dressed, her resolve as sharp as the heels that clicked against the marble lobby. She didn’t tell Damien where she was going. He would’ve stopped her.But this wasn’t Damien’s fight anymore. This was hers.Ethan’s penthouse was the opposite of Damien’s—dark glass walls, cold steel, a place designed to intimidate rather than comfort. The guards at the door hesitated, but when Clara lifted her chin, fire blazing in her eyes, they let her through.He was waiting.Ethan leaned casually against the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as though he had known she’d come. His smile was slow, poisonous.“Well, well,” he drawled. “The beautiful Mrs. Vale. To what do I owe the pleasure?”Clara’s fists clenched. “Cut the act. You’re not destroying Damien without going through me first.”He chuckled, swirling the amber liquid. “Through you? Oh, Clara. That’s the plan.”Her breath hitched, but
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