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"Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photo's, and you and the Exo member can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it." Safira sat there in disbelief at what she was hearing. She could not hold back her tears any longer. These were tears of anger! Safira's expression hardened as she stood up and placed both her hands firmly down on his desk. "I don't know who you think I am! Or what stereotypes you have brought into about African Americans! But I'm not one to be played with or threatened! I'm going to keep sa

"I am not missing. I am not a victim. I am coming forward to announce that I am filing a federal lawsuit against my father, Arthur Vane, and my former fiancé, Julian Miller, for corporate fraud and the theft of Sterling intellectual property." ​She looks directly into the lens. Her eyes are cold. Unbreakable. ​"And to my father... I am coming for the throne." ​The screen goes black. ​Julian sinks into a chair, his head in his hands. The sergeant looks at me, then at Julian. ​"Mr. Miller, I think you have some explaining to do." ​I walk to the window. I look toward the Vane District. The war has moved into the light. ​My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from an unknown number.

"The Board is currently celebrating the 'stabilization' of the markets. They actually think the mountain explosion was just a controlled demolition to clear the bad debt off the books. They have absolutely no idea they’re currently dancing on a pressurized reservoir of the Venus compound." "Then we go to a party," I said, reaching for the garment bag that Silas’s 'loyal' courier had dropped at the door an hour ago. I unzipped it to find a black tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and a midnight-silk tie. The uniform of the monster I was supposed to be. I started dressing, the fabric feeling like a suit of armor. "I assume you have something in that suitcase of yours that says, 'I’m here to sav

Suddenly I got a call for my lawyer and I smiled and picked up the phone. “Nathan, we need to talk. Something just happened.” My chest tightened and my smile faded almost immediately.” “What are you talking about, Henry? What's going on?” “Remember the documents that we got from Royal Suits about their performance since their inception. I did some thorough research and just realized that all the numbers there were forged. Royal Suits is on the edge of bankruptcy.” I held my phone tight and felt all the anger that had been repressed in me explode out of my head.

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He reached up, cupping both of her flushed cheeks in his warm, large palms, forcing her to look straight at him. “There is one last thing, Nova,” Zaydeen said, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a serious expression. Nova blinked away the rest of her tears, nodding her head to signal him to continue. “You remember the massive lawsuit I slammed against Crown Jewelry, Harris, and Camilla?” Zaydeen asked calmly. “The one for one hundred million dollars for defamation of theft?” Nova nodded rapidly. “Yes, of course I remember.” Zaydeen’s lips tilted upward slightly. “We officially won the case. Their legal team completely folded under our pressure.”

her makeup was minimal, which for her was basically the same as showing up naked, and there were dark circles under her eyes that even the best concealer couldn't hide. Lincoln sat across from her, his expensive suit at odds with their surroundings, a tumbler of whiskey in front of him that he hadn't touched. He was in his dark expensive suit, with the kind of sharp eyes that missed nothing and a reputation for being a ruthless son of a bitch in the courtroom. Which was exactly why Avery had hired him. "Seven point three million," he said without preamble, his voice carrying the weight of someone delivering a terminal diagnosis. "That's what they're asking for in the civil suit. Seven point

"Making a profile to use against us in court, in the news, or in business deals." "That's what I think too." I closed the tablet and looked at them. "This kind of spying takes money. We're talking hundreds of thousands for gear and people. Pro surveillance teams, data experts, the works." "So, not just Sophia," Mikel said. "Sophia couldn't afford this. She doesn't have the right to hire this level of expertise. Someone with real money and connections is backing her." Bella stood up and looked out at the Seattle skyline. "The media attacks, the business problems, the spying, even going after Emma at school—it's all planned. Someone's trying to take our family down."

"You were paid four million dollars by Marcus Miller to execute a 'Character Assassination' protocol." "And I have the bank transfer records to prove it." Liora looked directly into the lens of the main camera. "As of five minutes ago, the Thorne Group’s legal team has filed a petition to seize The Daily Scandal's assets." "And the police are currently outside your offices to arrest you for corporate espionage and extortion." Finch tried to run, but two of Mavric’s security guards blocked the exit. He collapsed back into his chair, the "King of Gossip" reduced to a puddle of shame.