Emma’s POVThe freezing mist clings to the iron bars of the villa gates, turning the cold air thick and heavy.I do not step past the stone threshold. I stand on the steps of my courtyard, my ivory wool coat wrapped tightly around me, my chin lifted, watching the two men on the wet cobblestones of Rue de Boulainvilliers.Arthur’s chest heaves with a furious, ragged breath. The yellow streetlamp light glints off his gold signet ring... the ring of the Carson empire, a symbol that used to terrify boardrooms from Century City to London."You're sick, Liam," Arthur snarls, his voice laced with venom and desperate disbelief. "Look at you! You're standing in the street like a street beggar! You threw away Carson Holdings, you let your mother turn the board against me, and for what? For a woman who won't even let you through her front door!"Liam doesn't blink. He doesn't flinch.He steps even closer to his father, his broad frame completely obstructing Arthur's view of the gate. His dark co
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