The Declined Card: My Ex-husband is now My Guarddog
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He had won.
He finally had her isolated in his territory.
For weeks, she had run her multi-billion-dollar chess games from the high-security executive suites of her glass tower, surrounded by bodyguards, board members, and predators like Zane Castille. She had treated him like an assistant, a dog on a leash, keeping him at a distance. But tonight, the Grandfather's brutal, calculated ultimatum had stripped away her defenses, trapping her in the one place she could not escape.
They stepped out of the Maybach under the massive umbrellas held by the estate's personal guards, walking into the grand, echoing marble foyer.