Monica didn’t realize she was crying until the tears slipped onto her palms. She sniffled and quickly turned away, wiping her face with the back of her hand. He stood and stepped in front of her, his voice gentle. “Why are you crying, Monica?” She exhaled slowly, a shaky breath. “I don’t want to hurt you in the end. You’re a good guy, and I’m not the girl for you.” She wiped her cheeks, as if trying to erase the vulnerability. She had thought that knowing he was obsessed with her would make her uncomfortable, but now, standing in front of him, all she saw was a man who believed she was somehow the better choice. A man who made her feel superior—and she hated that she felt that way. “Monica…” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Look,” she cut in, her voice firm. “You started this company because you wanted power, to uncover the truth about your grandfather’s death. I don’t want to be the woman Liam and your stepmom push around. We can help each other reach our goals, b
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