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the city was a graveyard of gray fog and freezing rain, but inside the Volkov penthouse, the ai

was familiar, a sharp, controlled hea

being into a high-performance asset. I had spent my entire life turning companies into profit, dismantling the weak to

the back of my skull: Pick one, or I s

e sheet. He cared about the one thing I couldn't manufacture: an heir. To him, I was a king without a kingdom if I didn't have a son to inherit the throne. And Sergei Volkov was n

y eyes drifting to the surve

loud. They weren't easy to control.They would want a seat at my table. They would want to be seen at my side at galas, playing the role of the tragi

in debt . She didn't necessarily wa

t was a dying mother and a pile of medical bills she couldn't pay if she worked a thousand lifetimes at that grease-trap diner. She wouldn't talk to the pr

gy. And I never str

r of envy or fear. But she had stood there, drenched and shivering, looking straight into the tinted glass. She couldn't see me, but she had

ght the world with nothing but her

tch. 6:45 AM. X

uilt this empire by being the predator, never the one waiting for the prey to arrive. I stood up and walked to the floor-to

the desk. A private

I didn't say h

osed a deal. "The hospital transfer has been halted. The deposit is being processed as we speak. Mr

asked. My voice wa

exactly what the file said. Fragile, but she has a spine made of iron. She fought it for a minute lol ...tried to se

oetry, Xavier," I snap

rnative is a morgue for he

ction. The piece was on the bo

e contract signed before the markets open. I want

ier said. "We're

cleaned up. I don't want the smell of a cheap diner or the stench of a hospital in my

en me when I became CEO. It was heavy, crafted from obsidian and gold. It was a t

assistant poked her head in. "Mr. Volkov, yo

"Clear my entire morning. I am not to

he cha

ff, my gaze hardening. "I have a mor

il down the window. I was about to buy a woman. I was about to own the future of my bloodline. T

d again. A tex

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netic Contract" one last time. In nine months, this girl would be

g as your eyes say, Liora," I