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Married To The Disabled Ceo

Chapter 5 The Price of Power

Word Count: 1022    |    Released on: 23/03/2025

rough the air. He had already sized up the situation-wealthy, but not his level of wealth. Powerful, but not his

e would play the

desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface as if pretending to hold a conversation with the papers scattered in front of him. Marcus stood by

ce as smooth as his perfectly tailored s

s," Marcus responded, his tone flat. "You've made

quickly masked it. He was used to people being intimidated by his weal

t between our families is a matter of great importance. We want what's best for Joanne." He paused, as though

command. "What you mean, Victor, is that she's a burden you can't bear to keep. This marriage is about conveni

ut he said nothing. It was clear

ll marry her. But don't expect me to pamper her. S

y. "Of course, Mr. Thompson. We trust

walked out of the room without another word, leaving V

**

nd the long, gleaming table, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows on their faces. Marcus entered the room last, his cane tap

her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She looked small and fragil

aze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. There was

t with quiet authority, takin

g briefly toward Marcus before quickly darting away. She had always been aware of the power dynamics in her

e grateful for your willingness to enter this arrangeme

e before setting the glass down with a quiet clink. "I'm here because I'm getting so

sinking. It was a harsh reminder of just

h politeness. "We understand the arrangement, Marcus

ice unwavering. "And in case you've forgotte

d. Genevieve and Victor exchanged

ed forward slightly, her gaze fixed on Marcus as s

t Marcus remained unmoved. His gaze brief

, his voice cold. "But fear is

cus's gaze brushing over her, but it was as if she wasn't ev

meal and the occasional passing glance to Victor or Genevieve. But his word

artner. She was just another pawn in thgame, a-a necessar

his chair back with a sharp scrape. He turned to leave without another

ice low and dismissive. "You're here

, his cane tapping against the f

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