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You can't run from me Elena!

Author: Goodsam
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-13 03:25:04

Elena's POV

The morning sunlight streaming through the glass walls of the Brooks Group headquarters did little to lift my spirits. Today was monumental—a board meeting with the top executives, the very people who would decide if I was worthy of the CEO title. I should’ve felt excited, confident, even triumphant. But after last night’s revelations about Jason, my heart was heavy with confusion and betrayal.

As I entered the boardroom, the faces around the table greeted me with expectant smiles. They were all counting on me, on the Brooks name. I was the heir to this company, yet at that moment, I felt like an outsider.

I forced myself to focus, nodding along as the meeting began, playing with my fingers but my mind kept drifting back to Jason—Jason Campbell, or Edward, or whoever he truly was. I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal, the way he’d deceived me with a false identity.

But this was no time for personal emotions. I tried to regain control, mentally berating myself to stay
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