The CEO’s Temptation
And now he was gone, buried beneath the weight of a story she had rewritten to cast herself as the savior.
But I would not let her end this way.
I would make her pay—not quickly, not mercifully, but in a way that left her feeling every ounce of what she had taken from me. I wanted her to wake in the night gasping, unsure whether it was the darkness in the room or the darkness closing around her.
And when I was finished, Mack Allister would understand too. He would know what it was to lose the thing that kept him breathing.
A knock sounded at the door. My butler, dressed in black, stepped in with a slight bow. “Ma’am, the contact from Belgrade is here.”
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