Chapter 9
He Faked His Death, So I Ruined His Empire
Chapter 9
The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but the atmosphere inside was as tense as a war room.
"Absolutely not," Victor barked, slamming his palm flat against the granite kitchen island. "It is a suicide mission, Clara. Julian lands in less than fo
Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Clara pressed her spine flat against the cold plaster wall behind the heavy velvet curtains, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The scent of bergamot and black pepper drifted through the sliver of space between the drapes—a ghost made flesh, invading the room.
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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
The matte-black SUV tore through the city streets, the rain outside mirroring the soaked, shivering occupants inside the cabin.
Clara sat in the backseat, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, her teeth chattering as the adrenaline violently drained from her system. The emerald si