His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius Architect

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used with his subordinates, the one that brokered billion-dollar deals and terrified boardr

a softer hand landed on

gentle balm he never seemed to have for me. "It's a

that felt like a physical blow. The three of us. The CEO, his wife, and the daughte

ering. "I don't need anything," I said, my voice a

of being invisible, of wanting

beneath my feet. Not the subtle hum of a subway p

y. A crystal from a massive chandelier overhead detached, spiral

me the

. People shoved, their faces masks of primal fear. The air filled with the s

tive ceiling, a monstrous slab of plaster and steel, broke f

cream, her legs giving out a

rank to pinpoints. And then he screamed a name, a ra

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man standing right beside him, was safe. He just moved, a blur of

k echoed from the support pillar just a few

auseating swirl of flashing lights and screaming faces. I hit

Through the ch

across the concrete, and a tangle of steel rebar became visib

own, pinning me. The pain was white-hot, absolute. My consciousness began

d the chaos. Ethan's voice. The voice that h

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are you?!

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escaped my lips. Blood filled my mouth

hopping mall. But a primal need to live, to survive, surge

c whimper came out, swallowed whole b

p in the rubble, I saw him. Ethan. He was a few yards away, f

thing, flared in my chest. H

my right hand out from under the slab that trapped me. My

ame was a wisp o

He paused, his body tensed, a

ver the pile of rubble that hid my body. The

assed right over me, looking f

lips as he saw Mia, relatively unharmed, a few feet away. He scramb

s of my fingers, coated in grime an

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ld, which had been slowly crumbling for th