THE BRIDE HE SWORE TO DESTROY
“A few weeks. Ten days. I’ll hire a private recovery team. I will track down the breach myself. I promise you, I will fix this. I will get it back.”
Ace didn't yell. He didn't slam his hand on the desk.
Instead, he walked out from behind the marble structure. He moved with a slow, deliberate stride, his leather dress shoes making a crisp, terrifying click against the polished floorboards with every step.
Click.
Click.
Raymond’s chest heaved. He felt an instinctual urge to step backward, to run, to flee the room, but his feet were entirely glued to the floor.
Ace stopped exactly two feet away. He was taller, broader, completely blocking out the morning light from the windows. Raymond was enti