Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mckinney

Chapter 7

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rom the grit and hustle of Manhattan. It was old money, pres

e greenhouse. The old man was methodically pruning hi

ispering," he said, his voice a dry rustle like old leaves.

the humid, floral air of the gre

The words were flat, a

d-red rose from its stem, thorns

es in this family, B

e thorns pricking his palm. He ba

g on his grandson. "And how do you plan to stop her? Sh

understand that leaving me is not an option. I will show her

ying on the passenger seat beside hi

is, Ms. Conway... she met wi

wheel. Laura Zane. The shark. The lawyer who had dismantled half of W

d his lips. "She's certa

n an instant. The time

ckinney Holdings subsidiaries and our primary corporate partners are

g the weight of t

ammed in her face. I want her to find that she cannot

," Jamey said carefully, "are you sure about this? An a

Brice retorted, his voice like ice. "What I need now is leverage. I

, he knew that. But it was the only way he knew how to fight. He had

An answer to the questions that had been tearing him apart since

, he assembled his

"Our official position is that our marriage is strong. Any suggestion

will make a move soon. I want you to be re

oard contract Elysian Creative was trying to secure. I

is chair, a predato

nal conversation with Ms. Everleig

one more call. He instructed Jamey to hi

I want a perimeter around her apartment and her office. I want to know that sh

elf. He was systematically destroying her career while s

port, and a new photo Jamey's team had acquired-a candid shot of Ever

trying to win back that smile. The genuin

his phone o

n on Autumn Hendricks's schedule for the past three years.

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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mckinney

Fritz Heaney Romance

“For two years, Everleigh Conway hid from her billionaire husband, building her own company and raising her little boy in peace. Then, Brice Mckinney found her. He trapped her in the back of his Maybach and threw a DNA test onto the leather seat. It showed a zero percent probability of paternity. "You disappeared for two years to have another man's child?" he growled, his eyes burning with cold fury. Before she could explain his mistake, Brice launched a ruthless war against her. He used his massive corporate empire to blacklist her agency. Overnight, every client canceled. Her investors vanished. He was systematically starving her business to death, cornering her into bankruptcy just to force her back into her cage as his obedient trophy wife. "Come back," he demanded, "and we can pretend that boy doesn't exist." Everleigh felt a suffocating wave of injustice. He dared to accuse her of betrayal? He dared to demand reasons for why she ran? He had spent their entire marriage ignoring her, rushing to the side of his childhood sweetheart at every turn, treating Everleigh like a mere asset in his portfolio. Refusing to be his victim again, Everleigh agreed to meet him one last time. Instead of surrendering, she slid a grainy photograph across the table. It showed Brice in Paris, gently caressing his sweetheart's face. "You want a reason?" Everleigh said coldly. "This was taken the exact day I was in the hospital, having a surgery for our miscarried child."”