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Chapter 3
loor lobby is stiff, offering no
sitting there
p with three new text messages. All from different credi
e glass coffee table and presses the heels of her hands
om the elevator
alks directly toward her.
ill see you n
ck dots. She grips the edge of the sofa to steady h
ell is not at his desk. He is sitting on a black
instripe suit holding a thick stack of docu
ys, not bothering to look at her. He takes a
t the coldness in his voi
lry," Dell continues, setting his glass
hat was not my prop
voice slicing through the air like a blade. "It has zero in
rward and hands Chant
int screams at her. She must repay the fift
fty million dollars in three years
sees the panic rising in her chest. He sees the w
al says, her voice barely
an walk out that door right now and let th
in Chantal's ears. Her stomach twists into a painfu
pen from Julian's outstretched hand. Her finge
ting Dell's cold,
pt," sh
ssory note. She signs the brutal, ironclad prenuptial
back, inspects the signa
over to her and extends h
ion of a second. She reaches
nt jolt of electricity shoots up Chant
ain-a pitch-black room, the smell of sweat and alcohol, heavy breathi
, her eye
y, as if her touch disgusts
," Dell orders, walking back to his desk. "Have your things pac
ush down the sudden nausea and the
z," she says, h
e office. She has the money,
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