The Empire He Sold To Her

I could still hear his muffled, intimate whispers with Brittnie, a ghost of their conversation echoing in

inside me. My gaze was fixed on the associate, who was still fiddling wit

ed my eyes, stammering, "Mrs. Woods... I... I'm not su

n I intended. "The woman on Collin's call. The one he

oods. New hire. Very ambitious." He paused, then added, as if it were a casual addendum, "She's been

thing, wrapped in the guise of career advancement. The irony was a bitter taste in my mouth. He had dismissed my own ambition

e. It wasn't just stress from work, it was a carefully constructed facade, a slow-motion dismantling of our life together. He wasn't just having an affair; he wa

athtaking city view. This wasn't just a hotel suite; it was a cage, gilded and l

ut of her teens, her eyes wide and nervously glancing around. She was dressed in a short, tigh

m my own clutch, more than enough to cover her evening, and press

mixture of shock and grati

ods, what are you doing? Mr. Salazar will be here any minut

ched his wife to handle his dirty work," I said, my voice dripping with icy contempt. "He told me to be 'acco

mes, could become queens. He wanted me to be a "personal service" for Eli Salazar, the rival billionaire. He wanted me to secure his ho

oritative. "The contract. The one Collin signe

beyed, but my sudden, uncharacteristic steel must have been even more frightening. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled

ng and Personal Services Agreement," ridiculously vague yet legally binding. My blood ran cold as I saw the clauses detailing the "services

age of the acquisition if the deal went through. A sig

hed Collin, suggesting I put my business degree to use, that I had ideas for expan

ck to what you're good at. Decorating, entertaining. Leave the real money-making to me." He ha

ity," presented to me as a high-class escort. But thi

pon in his game. Fine. I would be his weapon. But when the dust settled, i

ce provider's signature. I saw a digital pen lying on the table. My heart po

would become my ultimate act of rebellion. The risk was immense, the consequences unknown. But the

just play along. I would seize control. This was no longer

. The digital ink flowed, bold and

I knew, had