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“…of your daughter, Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, to Edward Bryce Carmichael Spencer.” “Qualifies?” “Basically it’s saying that any manipulation by any of the interested parties alters the provisions.” “If someone involved in this agreement does anything to persuade the outcome—” I tried to paraphrase. “Sorry, ma’am, it specifically states that if anyone does anything to dissuade, to interfere with the natural progression of, or to stop the planned arrangement, then that person null and voids his or her assets or any claim to said assets.” "What about this?" I asked as I pointed.

I was dealing with a master manipulator, someone who had a history of using and abusing people. And I wasn't sure if I was ready for that.

And she never will. Elena groaned loudly, covering her face with her hands. She hated feeling helpless. She hated feeling weak. And most importantly, she hated feeling manipulated. And that smug bastard had done exactly that. He manipulated her. He let her believe what she wanted to, never saying a thing, never admitting anything, never giving her any clue regarding who he was.

“It’s written all over your face. And don’t act like I don’t notice the way you linger in the hallway waiting for him to pass. You’re like a cat pretending not to care while sitting on a mouse trap.” “Why are you manipulating me?” I asked. That made him pause. “Manipulating?” he repeated, amused. “Do you even know what manipulation is?” “Oh please…” He raised a finger. “Let me define it for you, Princess Tabitha. Manipulation is the art of influence. It’s when someone sees the pieces on the board and knows which one to move. Now, let me tell you a story.” I sighed. “I don’t want a story. I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. You can keep it for your mistress.”

Was I just another distraction in his life? I heard this and knew I was dealing with manipulative tendencies from Isabella. I recently read an article about emotional manipulators. One of the effective strategies manipulators apply is selective truths to create self-doubt to maintain control. I looked directly into her eyes, searching for a glimmer of deception in them. "Why do you tell me this? She put her hand on top of mine; her fingers felt cold even against the heat in the room. "Because I care about you. I would hate to witness you repeat others' mistakes."

My charm became my greatest weapon as I whispered carefully calculated words into the ears of influential decision-makers. Sabotage became an art form. I subtly sowed seeds of discord among the Davis siblings, exploiting their existing rivalries and fueling their insecurities. I manipulated their fears and desires, turning them against one another. As their trust eroded, I stepped in as the voice of reason, the confidante they didn't know they needed. My first move was to manipulate the financial records. Under the guise of a diligent accountant, I subtly altered figures, creating discrepancies that would baffle even the most seasoned auditors. The financial instability I engineered cast dou

Annoyance bubbled to the surface at the thought of how arrogant he was. This man could sleep with whoever he wanted, I had seen that in the way the women at the party all had their eyes on him throughout our stay. He was manipulative and I knew that without a fault. My throat tightened as I imagined he’d done just that last night, he had tried to manipulate me into whatever he wanted. It was the way this life worked—manipulation was a seed , in every made–man. I knew that without a fault, I had experienced being used by even my uncle and after he sold me off I didn't let myself expect too much from this man.

See him for the manipulative fraud he was. Instead… this. They looked closer than ever. United. A fucking team. The anonymous text I’d had Manuel send her, the one about the clinic, warning her about Charles… it was supposed to make her run. Make her doubt. Make her see Charles’s possessiveness as a threat, not protection. But he’d twisted it. He always twisted everything. He’d probably used the attack, used my attack, to play the wounded hero, the valiant protector, making her feel guilty, indebted, reliant on him.

He manipulated me and made me sign those papers before he added these clauses to the contract. Can’t believe he stooped so low and did this. I’m too shocked to say or react to anything. I can’t believe I had started to like someone like him. I was attracted to him for God’s sake! After seeing his true face, his true side I’m ashamed that I had started to like such a person. Good thing I’m not in love with him and I would never fall for such a manipulative man, ever.

More tears flowed down her pink cheeks. The cleaner applied some kind of herbal salve on her injure shoulders. “Her Majesty is in a bad mood lately.” Her calloused finger rubbed the salve with extreme care. It cooled her skin but did nothing to lessen the pain. “You could have at least lied to her about the parchment.”