Too Late For Regret: His Ruined Empire

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na burning behind my eyelids. They didn't call after me. They

t the silence of my departure. I walked straight to my private wing of the penth

place beneath a loose floorboard. It was filled with architectural sketches, dreams I had shelved, p

ored, sharp, and felt like armor. My reflection in the full-length mirror showed a woman I barely recognized

is career, flashed before my eyes. The late nights I spent editing his presentations, the endless social eve

crypted satellite phone. No digital footprint, no tra

sset audit. Uncover every possible lever

t immediately, a sing

ervice elevator that led to a private garage. The city lights blurred as my c

ather's estate. His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, were now sharp wi

ed?" he asked, his

sh of clipped sentences and raw emotion. I told him everything – the intimate massage,

rd, his fists clenching and unclenching at his s

a whisper, but laced with a fury I rarely hear

s. "Tell me, Chloe. Is there more to Brenna's story

my betrayal. My mind immediately went back to Jace's fierce protectiven

burst open. Jace stood there, dishevele

s eyes scanning the room, landing on Carter with a venom

t to comfort, but to seize. His grip on my arm

with me, Chloe," he

ssistic fury. He practically dragged me out of the

I hadn' t entered in years. A vase of white lilies sat on the bedside

e gently feeding Brenna a spoonful of something from a b

here, playing house. The coldness in my he

, testing the handle

me. He thought he could

aring Brenna's soft laughter, fo

door, "You think this changes anythin

y voice low and venomous. "Because soon