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" Claire crawled forward until her fingers gripped the edge of my desk. "Allie… fine, if you won't save Stephy, you have to save us! She's locked up now, but the public is boycotting our brand. The company is bleeding out, and our suppliers are demanding immediate payment of our debts. "Lend us some money so that we can get through this." Derek rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His eyes were wild, rimmed with red. "Allison, our blood flows through your veins! You are our daughter. It's one thing to abandon Stephy, but you cannot watch your own parents drown without lifting a finger!"

Playbook show. Cute girlfriend. Hockey star redemption. Bullshit. My mind drifted back to that night two years ago. Caroline crying on cue after we’d set the whole thing up. Maddox too drunk to remember details. The video we’d leaked, the rumors we’d spread. The way the hockey world had turned on him like wolves. Beautiful fucking chaos. And now here he was, thinking it was over. I crushed the empty beer can in my fist. Not even close, you arrogant fuck.

Callie With the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling fan spinning in slow, lazy circles, trying to convince myself I hadn’t imagined the night before. But I hadn't. He was real. Grayson Carter was real. The man in the kitchen, a man with rough stubble along a hardened jawline.

I felt a small smile playing at my lips—having Robyn around would definitely make life more interesting. She stopped playing with her glass and fixed me with those big brown eyes. "What about you, Phoenix? What do you do?" "Jack and I run a health and nutrition company—JP Wellness. Heard of it?" "Sure, I've seen your supplements in grocery stores." Her tone was dismissive, though we sold far more than just supplements. I didn't elaborate; it would sound like bragging. Her voice softened to a smooth, pleasant tone. "So why do two grown men with a successful company still live with their daddy?"

The primary beneficial owner of the property, listed in bold, black legal font, was a private holding company named Vesper Logistics International. And buried deep within the transaction history sub-files, dated exactly twenty-one days ago, was a massive, multimillion-dollar wire transfer routed from an anonymous offshore account in the Cayman Islands—a financial payload designed to bankroll the entire proxy operation that had targeted my life. Beneath the document, a fresh line of glowing red text began to automatically type itself across the glass interface, flashing with a sickening, rhythmic precision that shattered the remaining silence of the penthouse: “The billionaire thinks his fire

I looked him in the eyes, “Update me!” “As you requested when we drove the car before the accident, our men did a great job to get us out of the area unnoticed and we brought you here for your further treatment. Unfortunately you went into a long coma until now. During your coma, I got notification that you transferred some money to your offshore account and I quickly set up an offshore company and I run it until now. The account was separated from Clark Transcontinental Corporation.” “And Stephanie?” I was impatient enough to know about her condition

We all spend the next two weeks upstate as Spin recovers from his surgery. I’m actually thankful that he insisted on putting the pool in this year, since Meme and Brenda spend almost every waking moment in it with Stephany. Spin acts like a pouty child when told he cannot work for the next two weeks, but it gives us the time we need to go over his contract and find a decent insurance plan to cover everyone on the Hart’s enterprise payroll.

I clarify. "You better not hurt my sister, or I’ll shoot your ass." "Your sister and I are strangers and will stay that way after I leave here today." "Good," he replies, plopping down and grabbing a controller. "Do you play?" He points to the screen—Grand Theft Auto. "Not anymore. I sold my last console." "Why?" "Not that it’s any of your business, but I had to pay rent." "Another project," one guy mutters. Project? Me?

At first, W managed the entire Sherman Group for me, ensuring that the company my parents left to me didn't end up in the hands of people with ulterior motives. It was only within the last two years, after I'd grown up and learned enough to assume the responsibilities myself, that he'd slowly relinquished control of the company back to me. We hadn't been in touch for quite a while now, but I'd reached out to him this time and asked him to help me find a kind of drug that could help me fake my death. … At the pre-wedding party, Celine came up to me with a cocktail in hand. As she blinked her innocent eyes at me, she said, "Congratulations on your wedding in advance, Joanna."

Simon then turns back to me as he continues his monologue, “but you Amory, I fucking loved you like a daughter. Funded your goddamn dreams! This whole time you were the queen of the Hart’s Crew. Go figure you’d be the best fucking business partner I would ever have. Pulled me right back from the brink of bankruptcy” “Why me?” I cry out. “Because Spin is willingly surrendering himself to free you. Unfortunately, both of your journeys will end here lovely! I apologize in advance for your daughter, but hey she’s a filthy rich two-year-old. She’ll be fine”, he states as Spin is pushed through the metal door. “Spin”, I scream. He’s clearly just had his ass kicked as he shakes his head and struggl