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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 1061    |    Released on: Today at 10:12

ss-and-steel residential tower on the Upper East Side. In the ba

layed on a loop, each time leaving a cold, hollow feeling in his stomach. He didn't understand it. He had defended her. He had fir

mask, and strode into the building. He didn't need to be announced. Th

ed silk robe, a hopeful, seductive smile on her

ck, pressing her body against hi

et, unsatisfying smack. He gently but firmly disentangled himself from her e

ointment in her eyes, but she recovered quickly. "Come in

on the coffee table next to two champagne flutes and

ct for the LVMH collaboration," he said, his voice flat. "My legal team fast-tracked it. It's

making deal. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek aga

tness of her perfume, and all he could see was Arden's pale, defiant f

gain, more firmly this time. "I have a

, and they b

least favorite of her weapons, began to

lked out of the apartment without a backward glance, leaving her standing amidst

felt no satisfaction. Only a

-

y, Arden sat in the dark. The only light came from a single green lamp on the

photograph-a picture of her and Julian in Aspen, a rare moment of forced civility

. "Ma'am?" It was Brenda. "I'

pear into the shredder's teeth. "I'm not hungry, Brenda," she cal

steps re

pted external hard drive. She plugged it into a sleek, black laptop

on the message from her lawyer. The final

the credenza hummed to life, spitting

of assets. It was a short section. She was waiving her right to everything. The houses, the cars, the art, the stock portfolios. She

her face. It was a smile of

gned her name on the final page. Arden Price. Not Sterling. The s

a stick of dark red sealing wax and an old-fashioned brass seal bearing a simple, elegant 'P'. She lit the wax, let

as d

ow, looking out into the inky blackness of the n

e light cut through the darkness,

door s

n was

ck to the desk and picked up the envelope.

foyer, her steps measured and calm. She started down the

He looked up, and his eyes met hers. He saw her on the stair

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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling
“For three years, Arden endured a cold, loveless marriage with Julian Sterling, punished daily for a paparazzi trap she never planned. On the night of their third anniversary, she saw the trending news. Julian was photographed tenderly shielding his mistress, Sloane, from the rain. He had bought Sloane a breathtaking diamond necklace, while sending his assistant to hand Arden a cheap, tacky replica as an afterthought. The humiliation got worse the next morning when Julian hijacked Arden's work project, making Sloane the guest of honor at an exhibition Arden had spent six months planning. When Arden confronted him, he shielded his weeping mistress and delivered the ultimate insult. "Sloane will be the highlight of the evening. She'll be wearing The Midnight Gala." That legendary sapphire heirloom was strictly reserved for the wife of the Sterling family. When a heartbroken Arden calmly handed him a signed divorce agreement, giving up her rights to every single penny, Julian completely lost his mind. He dragged her up the stairs by her wrist, threw her onto the bed, and violently pinned her down, snarling that his family only had widows, not ex-wives. Arden couldn't understand it. He despised her, treated her like a scheming gold-digger, and gave all his love to another woman. So why did he go completely insane and refuse to let go when she finally stepped aside? After slapping him hard across the face to snap him out of his violent frenzy, Arden watched him flee the room in horror. She calmly pulled out her old suitcase and packed her encrypted laptop-the secret vault of her true identity as the famous anonymous designer, 'Elinor'. Leaving the grand estate behind in the pouring rain, Arden chose to finally reclaim her life.”