“This is too bad for my daughter to be going through, Norman.” Hannah's voice, usually a soft, gentle whisper, was now a low, pained hum. The words, filled with a deep, maternal grief, hung in the air of the luxurious hotel suite. She dropped her phone on the bed, the small thud a jarring noise in the quiet room. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, were fixed on the man who had just emerged from the bathroom.Norman Malcovich, the powerful, cold-hearted billionaire, came out completely naked, a white towel draped carelessly over his shoulder. He was a man accustomed to having everything his way, to bending the world to his will, but now, he seemed… defeated. He ran a hand through his damp, salt-and-pepper hair, the towel a flimsy barrier against the truth that was hanging in the air. He sat on the bed beside her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight.“Hannah, you know that when it comes to love, I can't just push Ethan around like a toddler,” he said, his voice quiet, almost a w
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