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Too Late Mr. Noble: You Can't Afford Me

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 844 | Released on: 22/01/2026

wall of white light erupted as s

weapon. Deep crimson silk, backless, with a plunging neckline that

hand settled on the small of he

muttered in her e

body to block the photographers fro

hispered throug

londe, and carried a glass of champagne

d Elle completely. "I didn't think

s hand twitch a

p for sleep, Allegra,

r eyes raked over the red dress. "A

aid. "It takes conf

or pull her closer. He just checked his watch. "W

, leaving Allegra sm

d designer gowns. Elle felt like a prop. A s

air,"

d. "We just

d air,

e terrace doors with

y. Elle walked to the stone railing and looked out at the Manha

d her. The smell of ciga

t said. The click of his lig

ning against the wall,

Her voice shook. "

died. He slowly lowered the cigarette, staring at h

oo much champ

ard him. "Three years, Hunt. We live together.

ed it under the heel of his shoe. He

t? A contract

commi

g over her. "Elle, don't mistake my generosity for we

ting. "What collateral do you bring to the table

blows. They punched th

" she whispered. "

the terms of the deal. If you want more money, tell P

a meeting with the senator in five m

d his ba

ss around her legs. She watched him walk away, watched the

ed up somewhere between the "merg

and pulled out her phone. Sh

ate P

dialed

stant answered. "I need to see yo

r. Noble already instructed me to draft the

"The separation. I want to discus

. "I... I see. I'll

hun

he back of his town car. He loosen

et box. It wasn't an engagement ring. It was a diamond tennis bracelet. A be

d to give it

d him. She had tr

e partition s

her champagne in one gulp. She

alked back into the party. She smiled at the c

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Too Late Mr. Noble: You Can't Afford Me

Li Zi Hai Shi Xing Romance

“I had played the role of Hunt Noble's perfect partner for three years, a polished asset to his multi-billion dollar empire. But the mask slipped when I saw a photo of him smiling at another woman with an intimacy he hadn't shown me in months. When I tried to walk away, Hunt didn't beg for forgiveness. He pinned me against a cold marble counter and reminded me that I was his property. "I provide for you. I don't answer to you." At the city's most prestigious gala, I made one final, desperate plea for a real commitment. He laughed, calling our relationship a "merger of assets" and labeling me a "bad investment" with a failed career. He had his lawyers draft a thirty-million-dollar NDA to buy my silence, treating our three years together like a business transaction to be settled and filed away. I signed the papers and threw the keys to his penthouse in his face, desperate to reclaim my soul. But that same night, I was drugged at a high-end club by a predator who thought I was unprotected. Before the darkness swallowed me, Hunt reappeared, a violent shadow who beat my attacker until the floor was slick with blood. I woke up back in the one place I swore I'd never return to: his master bedroom. As Hunt washed the filth of the night off me, his eyes burned with a terrifying, renewed possessiveness that the $30 million check couldn't hide. "You don't go anywhere without my permission." I realized then that the money wasn't my exit fee-it was the down payment on a permanent cage. If I ever wanted to be free, I couldn't just walk out. I had to burn his entire empire to the ground.”