All Chapters of Trade Breaker: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The silence from Inigo's abrupt disconnection of their call irked her. Sapphire lowered the phone, her fingers still curled tight around its frame, and breathed, trying to rein in the fury beneath her composed exterior.The audacity, the nerve of him to cut her off, to shield Solaire from her—was nothing short of insulting. Her manicured nails dug crescents into her palm as she fought to control the tremor in her hands.In her mind, she replayed each interaction she'd had with Solaire since their collaboration began. There were too many instances where she could have shown more charm and been more welcoming.The memory of Solaire's hesitant smile during their first meeting flashed through her mind, a gesture she had dismissed with a glance.But she had brushed those opportunities aside, convinced that her name and authority alone would command respect. As she thought back on each short phrase of discomfort, each utterance forced through the tight-lipped response that Solaire had given

After the laughter from Sapphire’s call faded, and the meal was almost over. Solo leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression settling on her face. She placed her hand on her growing belly, her mind wandering to something that had occupied her thoughts for a few weeks.Charles noticed the change in her expression, his brow lifting in curiosity.“All right, you’ve got that look,” he said, grinning as he reached for his glass of water. “Out with it.”Solo bit her lip as she traced gentle circles over her belly. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Charles. Something unusual…about the twins.”Charles set his glass on the table, leaning in with intrigue. “Go on.”She took a breath, her gaze still fixed on her belly. “It's going to sound strange, but I think they…understand me. Almost as if they’re aware of what I’m saying.”Charles’s eyes widened, but he didn’t interrupt, sensing she had more to say.“Sometimes,” she continued, her voice soft, “when I talk to them, they

Sapphire set her phone down, frustration clawing at her insides with each new numbered dialed. They seemed to be no way to speak to Solaire direct—each number called redirected her to a different and even bigger rude asshole than the one before. Her manicured fingers tightened over the screen as she processed her frustrating call with Charles Bellamy—he’d been the worst—that pretentious little prick. The device made a slight creaking sound under her grip, and she forced herself to relax her hold before she cracked another screen protector. His rudeness was astounding. He had brushed off her every attempt to reason, persuade, and even pressure him. Each word he'd spoken had been like a paper cut—seeming insignificant but irritating and painful. Solaire's refusal, delivered through Charles and others, was a clear rejection, but she wasn't about to let that stand. Her throat constricted around the bitter pill of denial.Alone in her office, she paced in front of the wide windows, whic

Dominic sat in the back seat of his car, staring blankly out the window as the city lights flickered past. The familiar streets held no warmth or comfort for him—they were the same cold, monotonous pathways he traveled every day.Since he’d decided to stop looking for Solo, life had become nothing more than a series of motions—a hollow routine he followed without thought, without purpose.And even though he knew it was the right thing to do, it still pinched at his heart. Solo didn’t want to be found. She made it obvious, and the person backing her had enough power to make her invisible even from him.Given how he’d treated her in the past, he had to acknowledge her wishes and stop looking. If they were meant to be, he would meet her again. But knowing this didn’t relieve the emptiness that had settled in his chest—since he’d made that choice, it seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.It was as if some essential part of him had shriveled and faded, leaving a cold, hardened shell

The elevator chimed as it arrived at the top floor, and Dominic stepped out, his movements slow and unhurried. Sapphire followed close behind, radiating excitement, a triumphant smile on her lips.She clutched her purse, her gaze sweeping over the quiet luxury of his penthouse as if to say, at last, I'm in. The confidence she once held on her return and visiting Dominic's apartment had long since dwindled.He had made her feel like a stranger more and more each time she visited. Even though he had initially allowed her to sleep over, he had removed that privilege months ago. His actions were intentional, as her possessiveness over him and his possessions irked him, along with her constant badgering to change things in his apartment.The apartment felt like a shell to him—a curated space of minimalism and precision. Its sterility, its starkness, reminded him of all he had lost. In every empty corner, he saw her absence. Every neatly arranged object emphasized the void she had left behi