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Chapter 21Dorian is observing me closely, more like a hawk. I stroll around the penthouse and feel his piercing, evaluating stare. It's different from before, something darker instead of simple assurance. He’s uncomfortable, desperate, like a cornered mice begging for an escape. Investors are getting more and more uncomfortable, the board is pressing him for responses, and the tale about his mistress is still under news coverage. He’s working to keep everything, including himself under control. He’s already losing it, though he doesn’t know. Now, too. I'm going to grab even more. His Developing anxiety "Where were you all through today?” As I start to slide off my heels, Dorian's voice breaks through the quiet. I raise my eyebrows. "Excuse me?" Leant against the bar, he whirls whisky in a glass. His eyes stay still on me. Alert. Watching my every movement and my facial expressions like a hawk. “I had a call and something came up at the company, so I had to leave.” I
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Chapter 22Dorian is losing his sense of direction. I see it in the way his fingers tense over his whisky glass, his barely subdued anger in his posture. His world is collapsing, and he has no idea where to assign blame or where to pour his anger on. Not quite yet. I left him irritated and restless last night, deprived of control, and now? I'm now going to strip him of something much more valuable—his power. The destruction of his dear company would be the last nail on the coffin.Sitting across from Dorian at the dining table, I sip coffee while swiping through my tablet, feigning absorption in pointless news. His phone rings and the instant he responds, his demeanor shifts."Why exactly are the investors pulling out quickly goddammit!!! It’s not like the company is ruined or crashed drastically!?" Although his voice is crisp, there is underlying strain—uncertainty. I cover my grin behind my cup. Perfect. He listens, his grasp on the phone getting tighter as his eyes narrow. T
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Chapter 23My gaze fixed on the skyline beyond the floor to ceiling windows as I sat in my office fingers softly tapping the polished mahogany desk. The late afternoon sun bled towards the horizon, giving the city a ghostly golden glow. From here, I could see Dorian's empire's soaring headquarters, once-mighty presence now very close to collapse. And I was the sole cause of it. Like wildfire, the tales of fraud, adultery, and corporate misbehavior were flying around. Investors were pulling out, the media was delving deeper, and his well-kept environment was beginning to crumble from inside. The best thing about the whole situation is that Dorian partially thinks I have a hand in all this, but there’s no solid proof yet. Leaning back in my chair, a slow, contented smile pulled at my mouth. He was collapsing. Not long would it be until his misdeeds' weight collapsed upon him. I was startled from my day-dream by a gentle knock at the door. "Come in." The door opened and Sylas
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Chapter 24:I knew that voice. My breath stopped, my hold on the knife in my purse became stronger. There is no way this could be real. My heart thumping against my ribs, I turned gently. And he was there as well. Leonardo Sinclair. My past wrapped in leather and whisky, before me like a ghost revived from my most vulnerable years. The parking garage lights create harsh shadows over his face, yet I could not have clearer light to identify him. I recognised that strong jawline, those piercing green eyes, and that damned smile used to light my world ablaze. Leon moved forward, his boots ringing on the chilly concrete. "Aurora," he murmured once more, slowly this time as though he were tasting my name on his tongue. I inhaled deliberately to become steady. "Leon. you're supposed to be dead. A knowing, slow smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. “Yeah, well... I was never good at remaining where people left me." I closed my eyes, my mind flying. Why exactly now? Why h
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Chapter 25:The confidential documents seemed more heavy than they were supposed to be. I ran my fingertips over the embossed text, my nails following the fine print on the pages holding Dorian's doom. Every clause and every secret detail was created with surgical accuracy. He wouldn't see the trap until it locked him in a financial pit without escape. And the best thing is that, thinking it his own decision, he would stroll straight into it. I was taken from my ideas by a deep voice. "You're hesitating,” Sylas murmured. I turned to meet his eye. Cutting sharp. computed. Recognising. Sylas had always read me really brilliantly. I corrected, setting the contract down on my desk and not hesitating. "I'm savouring the moment." His lips slightly closed. “Good. Once this is moving, there is no reversing.” Leaning back in my chair, my actions started to weigh in. There never was any turning back. Dorian also... Dorian never would see it approaching. When I got back,
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Chapter 26Dorian was pulling apart. Before, I had seen fissures in him—frustrated moments of barely controlled wrath. But now? Those fissures were now widening open, and everything within him was beginning to decay. I looked from across the dining table as he sipped another whisky. Just around noon. His hands shook slightly as he laid the glass down; his eyes fixed nothing except his phone. Surely another negative call from his investors. I leaned forward, acting to be worried. "Long night"? His eyes flashed to me, bloodshot and dull. "Drop the act, Aurora," said. My lips twitched to produce a half-smile. "What act??" Although his jaw tightened, he lacked the will to argue. Great. Let him be too exhausted to reason coherently. Exhaling sharply, he ran a hand over his messy hair. "Everything is falling apart." Levers back in my chair and hum softly. "I advised you to handle business affairs carefully." His resentful eyes caught on something. So now you're the exp
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Chapter 27Standing at the window, Dorian absentmindedly tilted a crystal tumbler of whisky, his fingers clasped around it whirling. His jaw was tight; the muscles tightened and relaxed as he gazed out at the metropolitan skyline. His disintegrating empire was weighing on him, and I could see the paranoia heavy in his eyes every time he thought I wasn't looking. He was breaking apart. And it was me dragging the threads. The media tsunami around his business had gotten more intense. Investors were withdrawing, the board was agitated, and rumours of his incapacity were getting stronger. Scandals—financial mismanagement, exposed intimate contacts, and rumours of adultery—were drowning him. Every action he took seemed to bring about his demise more slowly. Still, he thought he had me through all of it. Dorian thought that regardless of what happened, I would be at his side, the committed wife who would calm his ego and remind him of his strength. He was incorrect. I would se
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Chapter 28 I could feel Dorian watching me. His stare was piercing, scrutinising every movement, every flare of emotion across my face. He was unwinding, and I had just given him the final thread to pull. The dawn light put a cool glare across our bedroom. The covers were twisted from the night before—his desire, my control. Dorian hadn’t slept. He perched on the side of the bed, his fists steepled beneath his chin, his fingers burrowing into his skin. I stood near the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, methodical strokes. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know his eyes were on me. The stillness between us was dense, weighted with something unspoken. Then, finally— “Why are you so quiet?” His voice was harsh, slanted with resentment. I let the break extend. Let him boil in the ambiguity. I sighed then, put down the brush and rested a hand on my stomach. Darian... I've to tell you something. His body stiffened all around. His knuckles went white as his hold o
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Chapter 32With wine glass in hand, I stood at the floor to ceilling window of my penthouse and watched the storm preparing to strike. The city below was ignorant of the anarchy I had started, but everyone would know shortly. Dorian reasoned he could make it. His wealth, influence, and silver tongue would shield him. Today, though. The world of today would view him as the liar he really was. I focused on the television where the live broadcast of Dorian's frantic damage control effort was starting. Dressed in a neat black suit, Dorian stood behind the podium, his typical confidence contained in a controlled calm. As reporters watched for him to speak, cameras flashed. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, clutching the podium's edges. His voice was consistent, but I could see his jaw was tight and his eyes flicked with anxiety. Superior. "There have been unwarranted accusations against me," he said. " Rumours aimed to damage my name, carried by people who want to see me fall
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Chapter 31The morning air seemed different from usual. Perhaps it was the weight of everything at last catching up with Dorian. Alternatively, perhaps, it was the change in authority he was unprepared for. Watching him from the corner of my eye, I stood by the kitchen island stirring my tea with intentional slow motion. Though he hunched over his coffee at the dining table, his focus was not on it. He had not stirred his drink. Hadn't said much. Though I could tell it was eating away at him, I hadn't asked about the pregnancy again. Superior. I let the silence extend, savouring the strain. Then I spoke, lightly as though I were remarking on the temperature. "I was thinking." Dorian's head shot up, his keen eyes fixed on me. "About what?" I drank my tea slowly then responded. "Divorce". One word fits perfectly for this. Still, it exploded between us like a bomb. His hold strengthened around the mug. Tensing his whole body was his. His expression stayed still, but
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Chapter 30 I stood on the balcony of Dorian’s penthouse, overlooking the city that had once bowed at his feet. Now, it was merely a backdrop to his downfall. The night sky stretched endlessly, but the world felt small—closing in on him, suffocating him. The news had broken earlier that morning. DORIAN TEMPEST UNDER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION – INVESTORS PULL OUT His empire was burning. And I was merely watching the flames. Behind me, I could hear the frantic pacing of his expensive Italian loafers against the marble floor. He was on yet another desperate phone call, his voice tight with frustration and barely concealed fear. "You don’t understand," he hissed into the phone. "If you pull out now, you’ll be making the biggest mistake of your career. I still have control over—" A pause. Then a strangled curse. I smirked. Another investor gone. I turned, stepping inside just as he threw his phone across the room. It shattered against the wall, the pieces clattering onto the floor. His hands
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Chapter 29I watched the city lights dance across the large windows of my penthouse as I whirled the wine in my glass. The world outside was contentedly ignorant of the storm building inside locked doors. And Dorian also? He was unaware that the first genuine crack in his kingdom was about to break into something permanent. On the table, my phone buzzed with brightness cutting across the poorly lit room. I grabbed it, the slow, anticipating cadence of my heart hammering. Bianca: It's finished. The papers belong to the journalist. He will be destroyed from this. A smile twisted at my mouth, gratification heating from inside. Dorian had always felt himself untouchable, a monarch ruling over a nation founded on dishonesty, manipulation, and greed. The worst betrayals, however, did not originate from adversaries; this was something he did not grasp. They come from the people you used to know quite closely. Bianca too? Until today, she had been his most committed servant.
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Chapter 28 I could feel Dorian watching me. His stare was piercing, scrutinising every movement, every flare of emotion across my face. He was unwinding, and I had just given him the final thread to pull. The dawn light put a cool glare across our bedroom. The covers were twisted from the night before—his desire, my control. Dorian hadn’t slept. He perched on the side of the bed, his fists steepled beneath his chin, his fingers burrowing into his skin. I stood near the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, methodical strokes. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know his eyes were on me. The stillness between us was dense, weighted with something unspoken. Then, finally— “Why are you so quiet?” His voice was harsh, slanted with resentment. I let the break extend. Let him boil in the ambiguity. I sighed then, put down the brush and rested a hand on my stomach. Darian... I've to tell you something. His body stiffened all around. His knuckles went white as his hold o
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Chapter 27Standing at the window, Dorian absentmindedly tilted a crystal tumbler of whisky, his fingers clasped around it whirling. His jaw was tight; the muscles tightened and relaxed as he gazed out at the metropolitan skyline. His disintegrating empire was weighing on him, and I could see the paranoia heavy in his eyes every time he thought I wasn't looking. He was breaking apart. And it was me dragging the threads. The media tsunami around his business had gotten more intense. Investors were withdrawing, the board was agitated, and rumours of his incapacity were getting stronger. Scandals—financial mismanagement, exposed intimate contacts, and rumours of adultery—were drowning him. Every action he took seemed to bring about his demise more slowly. Still, he thought he had me through all of it. Dorian thought that regardless of what happened, I would be at his side, the committed wife who would calm his ego and remind him of his strength. He was incorrect. I would se
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Chapter 26Dorian was pulling apart. Before, I had seen fissures in him—frustrated moments of barely controlled wrath. But now? Those fissures were now widening open, and everything within him was beginning to decay. I looked from across the dining table as he sipped another whisky. Just around noon. His hands shook slightly as he laid the glass down; his eyes fixed nothing except his phone. Surely another negative call from his investors. I leaned forward, acting to be worried. "Long night"? His eyes flashed to me, bloodshot and dull. "Drop the act, Aurora," said. My lips twitched to produce a half-smile. "What act??" Although his jaw tightened, he lacked the will to argue. Great. Let him be too exhausted to reason coherently. Exhaling sharply, he ran a hand over his messy hair. "Everything is falling apart." Levers back in my chair and hum softly. "I advised you to handle business affairs carefully." His resentful eyes caught on something. So now you're the exp
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Chapter 25:The confidential documents seemed more heavy than they were supposed to be. I ran my fingertips over the embossed text, my nails following the fine print on the pages holding Dorian's doom. Every clause and every secret detail was created with surgical accuracy. He wouldn't see the trap until it locked him in a financial pit without escape. And the best thing is that, thinking it his own decision, he would stroll straight into it. I was taken from my ideas by a deep voice. "You're hesitating,” Sylas murmured. I turned to meet his eye. Cutting sharp. computed. Recognising. Sylas had always read me really brilliantly. I corrected, setting the contract down on my desk and not hesitating. "I'm savouring the moment." His lips slightly closed. “Good. Once this is moving, there is no reversing.” Leaning back in my chair, my actions started to weigh in. There never was any turning back. Dorian also... Dorian never would see it approaching. When I got back,
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Chapter 24:I knew that voice. My breath stopped, my hold on the knife in my purse became stronger. There is no way this could be real. My heart thumping against my ribs, I turned gently. And he was there as well. Leonardo Sinclair. My past wrapped in leather and whisky, before me like a ghost revived from my most vulnerable years. The parking garage lights create harsh shadows over his face, yet I could not have clearer light to identify him. I recognised that strong jawline, those piercing green eyes, and that damned smile used to light my world ablaze. Leon moved forward, his boots ringing on the chilly concrete. "Aurora," he murmured once more, slowly this time as though he were tasting my name on his tongue. I inhaled deliberately to become steady. "Leon. you're supposed to be dead. A knowing, slow smile pulled at the edge of his mouth. “Yeah, well... I was never good at remaining where people left me." I closed my eyes, my mind flying. Why exactly now? Why h
