*Ronan*The mahogany table in front of me seemed to stretch on for miles, a polished desert of corporate boredom. And around it sat twelve of the most powerful board members in the Graves conglomerate, their voices a dull, buzzing hum in the background. They were talking about quarterly dividends, overseas acquisitions, and the fluctuating price of steel.I didn't care.I leaned back in my leather chair, the scent of expensive floor wax and old money filling my nose. Usually, this was my element. I was the patriarch. I was the one who moved the pieces on the board. But today, the only thing I could see was the image of a white envelope and the defiance in a pair of wide, green eyes.‘I am not pregnant.’The lie had been so blatant, so desperate. I could still feel the phantom heat of her skin when I’d crowded her space, the way her breath hitched when I’d mentioned that night we spent together. “Mr. Graves? Your thoughts on the Singapore merger?”The voice belonged to Victor, a man w
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