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That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

" Then, suddenly, he slapped her-hard enough to send her staggering backward. Before Violet could process what had happened, this man in a suit was also rising from his chair. Imposing, his eyes locked onto Tony, icy cold, with a firm intensity. "You don't touch her," he said casually but with an edge that made Tony pause. "And you're going to apologize." Tony laughed, nervous. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Clyde West," the man returned, advancing on Tony. "And I'm not asking." Tony's face blanched at the mention of the name. Clyde West was a name one knew-the powerful CEO of West Media, a man with enough influence to crush anyone beneath him. But Tony, still brash to a great degree,

The server silently places an aperitif in front of us—something rare and delicate—before disappearing again as if by magic. Stella picks up her phone, scrolling through her feed as we sip our drinks. She suddenly stops, her eyes lighting up. “Have you seen this? Tony just released a statement.” My eyebrows raise slightly, but I’m not surprised. Stella says, her voice dripping with amusement. She shakes her head, handing me her phone to read the headline for myself. The guts of this guy! Wow. “Tony really wants to put your relationship out there, doesn’t he?” I say, waving it off as I hand her phone back.

After her death, Tony married Britney and found himself another mistress, Maya, the girl standing beside him right now. He tried to kill me to cover up all his dirty deeds. And lest I forget, he stole over five billion dollars from Ray Industries and hid the money in offshore accounts." "This is ridiculous!" Tony snapped. He quickly descended the stairs and came to stand in front of Mildred. "What do you think you are doing?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "You're dragging yourself down because of a misunderstanding. Retract your statement, and I will give you three billion from the money I have and anything else you want, even if it's marriage."