~~~ZAYDEN.The private line on my desk began to chime, the low vibration cutting cleanly through the silence of my penthouse office.I leaned back in my leather armchair, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal glass, watching the screen light up with an unsaved number.I knew that number. I had memorized it three days ago when I left my black business card on her kitchen counter.A dark, satisfied smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.Three days. She had lasted exactly seventy-two hours against Julian’s public media machine, her landlord’s immediate eviction notice, and a frozen bank account. I had ensured Julian’s legal team met zero resistance when they tried to corner her. I needed her desperate. I needed her completely isolated, left with no safety net, no family, and no options.Because a woman fighting for her pride will refuse help. But a mother backed into a corner will do whatever it takes to survive.I set my glass down with a heavy clink, picked up the phone, and tapped
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