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*SILVAN POV*Adam walked back inside, holding his silk coat over his arm. He paused, his dark eyes looking at Camille intently as his gaze lingered on her face.I instantly felt this silent rage. I shifted my weight slightly, stepping into his line of sight to block his view of her. He looked away, focusing his gaze on me. His lips twisted into a malicious and disgusting smile."Well, well, Silvan,” he said, stepping closer. "Is this the 'decent, respectable woman' the Chairman was talking about? Your little assistant looks like she's about to burst into tears. Or perhaps... she's just thoroughly overwhelmed by how you do business?”My blood was boiling. I didn't just need to block Adam—I needed to completely paralyze him and Director Bennett before Friday morning.“What do you want, Adam?" I was actually running out of patience for his stupid games.Adam scoffed, flicking his wrist toward the corner. "First of all, tell your little secretary to get out. We need to talk.”"She stays,

My phone rang so loudly that the vibration almost made me drop it on the floor. I answered the call, pressing the phone to my ear.“Have you lost your mind?” Mia’s voice blasted through the speaker so loudly I had to pull the receiver away from my ear. “Camille, listen to me! You need to get your ass out of his office, pack your things, and stop this right now!”“I’m home, Mia.” I was taking off my heels and rubbing my sore feet.“Good! Stay there!” she snapped, her breath ragged over the line. “I’m almost home; I don't want you to worry.”"Umm… but I think I might have made my decision." I bit my lower lip, knowing she was about to explode.“Shut up! Do you realize what kind of trap you’re walking into? Is Damian aware of this? Does he know what Silvan just pulled?”“No,” I said quickly, walking over to the kitchen counter. “And you’re not going to tell him.”“The hell I’m not!” Mia raised her voice, the frantic clicking of her heels echoing in the background. “I’m calling Damian rig

"Stop the car," I said suddenly, leaning forward between the front seats.Reto slowed down, glancing at me through the rearview mirror with one eyebrow raised. We were already turning onto the familiar, tree-lined street in my neighborhood.“Stop right here by the corner,” I insisted, pointing to a shaded spot two blocks away from my building.Silvan didn't move his head from the headrest, but his eyes shifted toward me. “Why are we stopping on a street corner?”"Because I asked you to," I snapped, sitting back in the plush leather seat and smoothing down my dress. "Just... leave the car here, Reto.”I wasn't about to explain to Silvan that my neighbors were the kind of people who lived for gossip. If a sleek black, bulletproof Bentley with pitch-black tinted windows pulled up outside my crumbling apartment building, half the street would be outside taking pictures before I even stepped out. And the last thing I needed was rumours spreading to the press, or worse, to Silvan’s ex that

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I heaved a deep sigh of relief. That was so embarrassing. Why on earth would I get jealous over him bringing a woman here? I was in this house to destroy him, not to care about his personal life. *************** The steam from the hot water had barely cleared from the bathroom mirror when I walked back into the bedroom. I grabbed a towel, drying my hair as I walked over to the bed to grab my bag. Fuck! I gasped, looking around the empty space. I had completely forgotten about my suitcase, and it was still downstairs. Reto hadn't carried it up when we walked in through the storm, and in the chaotic rush of arriving, I hadn't even noticed. I looked down at myself and groaned. I was wearing nothing but a plush white bathrobe, and my hair was dripping wet, and there was absolutely no way I was walking around this massive house looking like this. Desperate, I hurried over to the built-in wardrobe against the wall and slid the doors open, hop

The bass from the bar speakers thrummed through the floorboards as I pulled my jacket tighter around myself."I still can't believe you dragged me out," I muttered, sitting down at the high-top table beside Mia."Oh, hush," Mia said, waving off my annoyance as she took a sip of her cocktail. "You looked like a ghost when you came back to the apartment this morning. You needed a drink.”Yes, she was right; I was still angry at Silvan's split personality and how he purposely ignored me or acted as though he didn't understand a thing. Last time he ignored me, he pulled up with the ridiculous idea of me getting married to him.Before I could reply, Mia’s eyes locked onto someone past my shoulder. A tall, handsome blonde guy at the edge of the bar had just flashed her a bright smile."Okay, emergency," Mia whispered rapidly, grabbing her purse. "I see a target. Don't miss me too much, Baby!""Wait, Mia—"She was already gone, weaving through the crowd toward the bar before I could stop her