HIS EMPIRE, HER HEART
“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.”
He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.”
The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss.
“Sign it,” he orders.
I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”
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