Fool By My Ruthless Billionaire

. Carrington, Ms. The voice pierced the tension. Mason was Kendrick's right-hand man. At the corridor's conclusion, his smile taut and eyes sharp, he leaned against the wall. St. Clair, Mr. I pushed

always been more than corporate partners. We have past, difficult, traumatic past. You always thought I was using you, didn't you? Kendrick's voice pierced my musings. Though his comments hurt, I would not let him know how deeply they touched me. "I still believe it," I replied, my voice more cutting than I meant. His gaze uncomfortably sharp, he tilted his head slightly as if examining me. "Perhaps this time I need you more than I have ever indicated." The words hung between us in the air, loaded with meaning. It was a statement, an unstated reality he had never said before. And for a short while, I questioned whether he was being honest with me. But I soon set the idea aside. Trusting Kendrick Blackwell, once more, was a mistake I had already committed. Rising, I pushed the papers apart. Kendrick, I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm not here to be used as a pawn. His eyes darkened and he leaned forward, his voice falling to a low, menacing whisper. Sofia, I never meant for you to be a pawn. I wanted you to be my counterpart. But you never had enough faith in me to let me inside. The burden of his words penetrating me made me step back. Had I ever really believed in him? And if I hadn't, might I? Could I? "I'm not doing this for you," I responded, my voice strong in spite of the tempest inside me. Kendrick remained silent even though his lips moved as though he were about to say something else. He instead grabbed the papers from the desk and pushed them back towards me. "I believe you will change your mind," he continued, his voice firm. Time will tell. Standing in Kendrick's office, the faint hum of the lights humming in the background, the night air in the city felt thick. Having just completed reviewing the firm records, I could no longer tolerate it. The quiet between us was excruciating. Why won't you let me know what is actually happening? I said, my voice tight with annoyance. I could sense the years of difference between us, yet this was the same Kendrick. Always hiding something, cold and defensive. Not after all he had done, I could not trust him completely. Kendrick's unreadable, icy eyes locked onto me, a glimmer of something under the surface. "It's not your concern," he said, nearly too cool. His eyes locked onto mine, an unvoiced challenge in the air. Trying to control my breathing, I tightened my hands into fists. Kendrick, you aren't even attempting to make this succeed. This collaboration... it's a joke. The words left my lips before I could stop them; the weight of our history lay between us like a stone. He got up from his desk, looming over me. "You have always been fast to judge," he replied, his voice a low snarl. Sofia, you have never given me a shot. Inside me, a