He Broke My Hands, I Broke His Empire

cent of expensive wine and promises. Caleb

more month, and you'll official

nto the company I architected from our college dorm room. We were at a luxury retreat, a place

rrected him softly, leanin

icro-expression I had learned to read years

se. Our

tage Cabernet. He watched me drink it, his ey

ast clear thin

ated from my hands. My head throbbed, and my body was a map of bruises. I w

came from the other side of a

he Shark of Silicon Vall

look random, but to make sure her hands were...

stard. Setting

a setup. My mind, the one he always praised as my greatest asset, started racing, connecting dots I hadn't wante

fear washed over me. But it was Caleb

God, Gabby,

en body. He was a brilliant actor. His eyes were wide

r me in his arms,

s touch, a wave of naus

es. Not just pain. Not j

ming facade cracking to reveal the cold, manip

He was the devastated lover, the frantic CEO saving his partner. But as he laid m

at you had," he whispered, so low that o