Cost Of His Cruel Billionaire Game

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t the front of the stage, clear, level, and utterly

eral hundred people

ers, long lenses swinging up like a field of bamboo

very face at the center

e you lost

and he reached for my shoulder. "Faking amnesia? You think putting on a little show in front

d back half a pace, neatly and coldl

nd twisted face, my brow creasing slightly with the i

ce clear and remote. "I am not in the habit of

et? Str

ir began to shake, disbelief flooding his eyes. "Four years! I loved you fo

, my gaze level and empty, as though I were

sgusting! Have you

attered in front of the long lenses. She stormed up to me in her he

ur own sister, so you can protect that pathetic vanity of yours, you stand there and pretend not t

Where is

rage and humiliation. The most important people in New York were watching the Wh

off my stage! Lock her

been waiting at the side of the st

hind Hank, her eyes bright with cruel delight. Easton folded hi

e on my collar, the sealed bronze doors of the bal

actical vests, the gold insignia of the Federal Memo

tage corridor in a heartbeat, driving the Whitfie

med and stumbled backward. Reporters'

aired Dr. Vance strode up the steps c

o microphone to fill the hall. "Under Article Seven of the Federal Memory A

stamped with the Sup

y assets. In legal terms, every personal attachment and every debt relationship between her and the Whitfield famil

d, his face turni

y trust distribution in her name. She doesn't have a cent to her name. What could sh

did sh

nearly a hundred major news outlets, re

cryogenic nitrogen

oves, six cold silver memory-

erstanding of the invoice you personally issued for twelve million four h

lasses up, his gaz

ffset twelve million with daily trivia, you would have to drain twelve thousand memory chains from

the hall and spoke

greement. Only a love poured out over eighteen full years of a soul, pure and deep and never once mixed w

g. "To pay off the child-rearing costs you calculated down to the last cent of interest, she took every core mem

went utter

dman and shoved a photograph in front of my eyes. "Paris! Aimee, look at this! This is Paris! The

e girl on the screen, smiling in a

tray chill. That girl's smile meant as much to me

nt's red, desperate eyes,

sorry

irl in the photograph. A

dying animal tearing out of his throat. "You're l

he settlement

a classified red seal from the case a

le number:

irst snow at seventeen, and the vow made

rity: 99.4

e million eight hund

ght. The master copy has been sold to the Federal Institute for

er. The notary seal st

e and every trace of soul had been pulled out of him, his knees gave way, and in front of every

ed. The shutte

glance down at the ma

e two-meter [Final Settlement Audit Manifest] sealed w

ded like a death knel

ssed over the kneeling Clint and fixed on the b

ght hundred thousand is onl

the bone, echoing in

family love that settled the remain

dam Felicia.

of every camera in New York? The blood and tears of your