The Broken WomanElena"How do you know my name?" I asked, taking a step back from the car. My grip tightened on my suitcase handle, every muscle in my body tense and ready to run.Marcus Stone or the man who claimed to be Marcus Stone smiled gently, keeping his hands visible on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm Damien Cross, actually. I own Cross Industries."The name hit me like a thunderbolt. Even in my shattered state, I knew who Damien Cross was. Adrian had spent countless dinner conversations ranting about him, his biggest competitor, the one man who could match his wealth and influence. Adrian called him ruthless, dangerous, a snake in expensive suits."You're Adrian's rival," I said, my voice barely a whisper."I prefer to think of myself as his reality check," Damien said with a wry smile. "But yes, our companies have been... competing for years. I heard about what happened tonight.""You heard?" My stomach dropped. "How could you possibly…""Word travels
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