Todos os capítulos de RUTHLESS: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

"What does a billionaire want with a broken woman who has nothing left to offer?" Maren whispered while staring at the heavy silver pen in her trembling hand. She refused to sign a document that handed her entire existence over to a complete stranger without understanding the ultimate catch. The paper felt like a death warrant and a salvation all rolled into one terrifying package.Gideon observed the fierce defiance burning in her hazel eyes and felt a sudden spark of genuine respect for her resilience. He gestured for Colm to guide them toward a secluded stone alcove away from the prying eyes of the courthouse lobby. Maren clutched the contract against her chest and followed them while keeping a wary gaze on Desmond who stood frozen in shock across the room."You have something I need to secure my grandfather's estate before the board of directors strips me of my inheritance," Gideon explained in a calm measured voice. "I require a wife and a child to prove I am a stable family man

"Remember to breathe deep and let me handle the interrogation when those doors open," Gideon advised in a low voice that resonated through the confined space of the ascending elevator. He watched Maren clutch the sleeping infant against her chest while her knuckles turned stark white from the immense pressure. She nodded in absolute silence as the polished metal doors slid apart with a soft chime to reveal a sprawling penthouse living room.Five older men in dark bespoke suits sat around a massive glass table with expressions of profound skepticism carved into their faces. They represented the generational wealth of his grandfather and they held the power to strip Gideon of his entire empire with a single vote. Maren stepped out of the elevator and felt the hostile weight of their stares attempting to crush her spirit into dust."You expect us to believe you eloped with a destitute woman hours before a major corporate transition Gideon?" the lead executor demanded without offering a b

Maren threw the silk blanket aside and scrambled back against the tufted headboard, her heart hammering in her chest. She refused to cower before the silhouette standing over the wooden crib like a predator in the dark. "Are you out of your mind, standing over us like some sort of sociopath?" she demanded, her voice trembling from the lingering terror of her nightmare.Gideon did not flinch at the accusation, nor did he step into the light spilling from the massive windows. He stood rigid, shoulders squared, a glowing phone in his right hand. "You were screaming in your sleep and fighting invisible ghosts while I was dealing with a genuine crisis," he countered in a low, measured tone that carried no warmth.Maren slid off the mattress and planted her bare feet on the cold hardwood floor to ground her spinning thoughts. She marched toward him, protective instinct overriding common sense, and stood between his towering frame and the sleeping infant. "I do not care what corporate crisis