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Chapter 71

Nadia's POVI sat alone in my room that night, my phone clutched tightly in my hand, having called Ronan multiple times. But every single call rang out, only to eventually stop, his phone going straight to voicemail instead. I guessed it was his turn to ignore me now, after everything I'd put him through.. my avoiding him and now, the one in front of my family.Why oh why had I panicked so stupidly? The question kept circling through my mind restlessly, no matter how many times I tried to push it away.My family had told me to get some rest, their own confrontation with me quietly paused once they realized how badly things had already unraveled between Ronan and me. But sleep felt impossible. With tears, I was sitting curled up by the window, watching the dark garden below, my mind replaying every single moment from the past few weeks. The terrace, the hotels, Lily's fashion show that she'd forced on us, and then the resort, our continued laughter and affection for each other. Ugh,

Chapter 72

Nadia's POV.The following week stretched into something painfully slow, each day blurring into the next as I found myself checking my phone obsessively, waiting for a reply that never seemed to come. I'd been texting him over and over, even again on Monday, then again on Tuesday.. pouring out everything I hadn't managed to say properly that day in the mansion.'I panicked, Ronan. I know that's no good excuse, but please believe me when I say I didn't mean what I said. What we have has never been just casual to me.''I want you, Ronan.''Believe me, Ronan, I really enjoy being with you all over again.'The messages always sat there, marked delivered and stayed that way for hours, then days. I stared at that little checkmark more times than I wanted to admit, wanting it to change into the blue marks indication that he'd at least read my messages, but it never did.By Wednesday, I'd stopped expecting a reply at all, though I kept sending them anyway, each one a little more honest than

Chapter 73

Nadia's POV. I sat in the living room that evening, my phone resting in my lap, having already called my father down to talk. I needed to actually explain myself properly this time, not the panicked, stammering mess I'd given everyone that time.He'd barely settled into the armchair across from me when the front door opened, my brothers walking in together, still in their own work clothes, mid conversation about something from the office. They paused when they spotted the two of us sitting there."Come join us," I said, waving them over. "There's something I want to say to everyone properly this time."They exchanged a glance before settling onto the couch, and once all four of them were looking at me, I took a slow breath and finally began."I know you're all still upset with me," I said, calmly. "Even though none of you have said it outright these past few days, I can feel it. And I understand why. I should have told you about Ronan a long time ago, instead of letting you find out

Chapter 74

Damian's POV.The ballroom glittered with wealth and glamour, chandeliers casting warm light over silk gowns and tailored suits, and waiters weaving through the crowd with trays of champagne. I'd waited weeks for an invitation like this one since my company started having issues, and now that I finally had it, I intended to enjoy every second.Harold Whitfield had been a longtime business partner of the Holts, one of the majors still willing to work with Gerard's company after everything that had unfolded these past weeks. Not anymore. The moment the scandal broke, he'd withdraw from the contract with them, and I'd been more than happy to step into the gap he left behind. The contract we'd just signed was now sitting comfortably in my briefcase and back at the office with my assistant."Damian," my mother said, adjusting the pearls at her throat as she surveyed the room beside me. "This is quite the turnout.""It is," I said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice.Simone sli

Chapter 75

Damian's POV.I stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom, the phone pressed hard against my ear, my assistant's voice tumbling out fast and panicked on the other end."Sir, the blog has actual screenshots," he said. "Text messages, dated, timestamped. It's, sir, it's from when Nadia was in the hospital. You telling her you were with Simone that night. It's already everywhere. The headlines are calling you a cheating husband, and they're painting Simone as some kind of predator who abandoned her own kids and came back just to destroy another family."My stomach dropped straight through the marble floor beneath me."Send it to me," I said, my voice coming out tighter than I intended. "Now."I glanced across the room at Harold, still standing there with his jaw tight, still visibly rattled from Nadia's earlier performance, and a cold dread settled into my chest at the thought of what was about to unfold in front of him, in front of every single guest currently sipping champagne under t

Chapter 76

Nadia's POV.I sat back against the leather at the backseat, watching the glittering lights of the venue shrink smaller and smaller through the rear window until they finally disappeared behind a bend in the road. Diego, my bodyguard sat quietly up front, not commenting on the strange satisfaction radiating off me, though I imagined he already pieced together enough of tonight's events to understand exactly why I was smiling.Everything had gone precisely as planned.I'd known Harold Whitfield had severed ties with my family the moment the first scandal broke, quietly slipping away from years of business history without so much as a phone call to my father. I'd known Damian would jump at the opportunity the second it opened up, eager to prove himself the winner while my family absorbed the fallout. And I'd known, better than anyone, exactly how much it would sting him to watch me walk into that ballroom looking untouchable and very unbothered, right as his own house of cards began qui

Chapter 77

Nadia's POV.I stepped out of Lily's room carrying the empty water jug, planning a quick trip downstairs to refill it before we started our next round of painting. I'd barely reached the top of the staircase when the front door swung open below, and Ronan walked in, his tie already loosened, his jacket slung over one arm.He froze the moment his eyes landed on me.For a second, neither of us moved, the surprise on his face slowly settling into something guarded, something careful. He recovered quickly, dropping his gaze and moving to step past me on the stairs without a word, but I shifted my position slightly, blocking his path before he could get by."Nadia," he said, his voice heavy, tired in a way that had nothing to do with a long day at the office. "Please, step aside.""No," I said, shaking my head firmly. "Please, just listen to me. For once."His jaw tightened, something bitter flashing behind his eyes. "What could you possibly say right now that I don't already know?"The wo

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