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Portia kept driving until her tears endlessly streamed down, her heart crying out in pain. Her whole body shook fiercely as a slow, heavy numbness spread through her limbs. Realizing she couldn't steer straight anymore, she slammed on the brakes, stopping aggressively on the side of the road far from anyone. It was just a plain, desolate stretch of asphalt bordered only by a vast, roaring ocean. Leaning against the steering wheel, she forced herself to breathe, trying desperately to calm her still-overwhelmed self from the trauma of what had happened just earlier. Once she could stop shaking, she grabbed her phone and dialed Monica again. "Did you tell her the truth?" The question ripped out of her mouth the moment Monica picked up. "No," Monica replied, her voice soft on the other end, carrying none of her previous teasing tone. "And I don't think she cares about it anyway, Antonia. Portia is still head over heels in love with you. I know you feel that better than anyon

An hour later, Antonia stepped into her official office, her face a pale, unreadable mask. Her family lawyer, Mr. Hawthorne, was already seated across from her desk, several printed pages of the international merger contract spread out before him. The tense silence in the room confirmed her worst fears before he even spoke. "I've thoroughly reviewed the document, Antonia," Mr. Hawthorne said, his voice grave as he looked up. "And I'm afraid I have to confirm the terrifying truth. The matrimonial clause is completely airtight. The way Monica and her colleague structured this boilerplate language leaves absolutely no room for interpretation." He leaned forward, tapping a specific section with his pen. "If you refuse to marry Ms. Laurent, the automated forfeiture clause triggers instantly. Legally speaking, there are no loopholes, no gray areas, and no grounds for appeal. You either go through with this wedding, or you hand over the entire corporate entity to her." Antonia sank s

Portia didn't waste a single moment. If she wanted to strike back and make the pain cut as deeply as possible, she needed someone who already had a history of making Antonia uncomfortable. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the perfect weapon: an old campus suitor—a stunning woman who had spent years desperately trying to win her heart back in their university days. Antonia had loathed her back then, her possessive streaks flashing every time she so much as breathed in Portia's direction. She called her immediately, offering a lucrative arrangement that required her to do nothing more than act as her intensely devoted partner in public. The woman accepted without hesitation, thrilled to finally be by the side of the former campus queen. Within twenty-four hours, Portia launched her counterattack. She arranged an exclusive interview with a major lifestyle magazine, officially announcing their sudden, passionate romance. The accompanying photoshoot showed them looki

The passion consumed them completely right there in the VIP lounge, leaving no room for games, contracts, or spoken admissions. The sheer, primal relief of finally breaking through each other’s walls overrode everything else. Portia let out a shaky, breathless gasp as Antonia's words sank in. Instead of slowing down to interrogate her, Portia gripped Antonia’s waist with fierce possessiveness, lifting her slightly to pin her more securely against the velvet wall. She reclaimed Antonia's lips with an aggressive, deep kiss that served as her unyielding answer. She was answering claim with claim, matching Antonia’s desperate hunger with a desperate hunger of her own. The expensive designer gowns were frantically tugged and shifted in the shadows of the dimly lit room. Antonia clung to Portia’s shoulders, her legs locking around Portia's hips as she surrendered entirely to the frantic rhythm of their collision. Every touch was an unspoken confession, every ragged breath a testame

The town car glided smoothly up the winding hills, finally pulling to a stop in front of Antonia's grand estate. The heavy iron gates closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. They walked up the stone steps hand-in-hand, the quiet of the night enveloping them. Stepping into the foyer, Portia looked around the silent house and gently squeezed Antonia's fingers before slowly loosening her grip. Portia didn't have any plans to stay the night, wanting to show absolute respect toward Antonia's mother, who was sleeping upstairs. In her mind, she had already decided they would live under the same roof only after the vows were spoken. "I should go," Portia whispered softly, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll let you rest. Your mother is upstairs, and I want to do this right." But Antonia didn't let her go. The moment Portia stepped back, Antonia closed the distance, her hands instantly wrapping around Portia’s waist. Stripped of all her defenses, she became entirely clingy