Looking at the madness in his eyes, something inside me snapped — not into panic, but into a strange, reckless calm.I lifted my chin, met his murderous gaze head-on, and repeated myself, slowly and clearly."I. Like. Lucas. Sterling."He laughed.It was the ugliest laugh I'd ever seen — worse than crying. Tears spilled down his sharp jawline without warning.He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.His hand was shaking badly.The call connected. He put it on speaker."Hello? Dominic, my boy — calling so late, is everything alright?"On the other end, my father's voice — tentative, ingratiating.My heart seized.Dominic dragged the back of his hand across his face, and when he spoke, his voice had snapped back to its usual arrogant edge."Mr. Pemberton, nothing major.""Just letting you know — that business loan on your factory? It comes due tomorrow.""My father says the bank probably won't be renewing it."My dad's voice spiked with panic."What? Dominic, please — talk to your fa
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