“You won’t lose me,” he said, voice rough with emotion, arms crushing me closer. “I swear on my life, Cass. You won’t. I’d burn everything—company, name, fortune—before I let her touch you again.” I nodded against him, faint cries fading into shaky breaths. “Together?” “Always,” he whispered, kissing my forehead, then my tear-streaked cheeks, then my lips—slow, deep, desperate. Pouring every promise into it. I kissed him back like he was the only real thing left, hands fisting in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as the world spun. When we pulled apart, foreheads resting together, he whispered, “We end this. Tomorrow.” “How?” I asked, voice small but steadying. “Phase three,” he said simply, eyes gleaming with cold resolve. “Everything goes public—on our terms. The evidence against her and Voss. The attack tonight—full footage, redacted for privacy but undeniable. Recorded calls. Financial trails. Payment records for the hit. We lay it all bare. The world sees her for what she i
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