Fool By My Ruthless Billionaire

wasn't pertinent," he said, but I noticed the doubt in his gaze. I couldn't get rid of the impression that something was wrong. This was no longer only about commerce. It was p

As I attempted to digest everything, Kendrick's comments rang in my head. I had always knew there was more to him, more to Blackwell Enterprises, but this. This was beyond what I had envisioned. Softly, I murmured, "You have been running from your past for so long," the truth dawning on me. "But I can't keep pretending that we're not walking down a perilous path." Kendrick looked at me, his dark eyes brimming with remorse. Sofia, I never meant for you to view me like this. I believed I could remedy everything, but... I've erred. My hands trembled as I struggled to find the appropriate words. Kendrick, you don't get to just repair things by telling me to trust you once more. That is insufficient for me. I have to know whether I can still trust you. Stepping closer, he confessed, "I've done everything wrong," the sadness in his voice piercing the distance between us. "Sofia, you're the one I need, though. Only you can enable me to correct this, Sofia. His words drew me in, his appeal's gravity struck me, but the barriers surrounding my heart were rising. I said, "I don't know whether I can continue doing this." Trusting you is something I doubt. Taking another step forward, Kendrick's hand out for mine and his features softened. Though I know I've wounded you, I can't keep pretending it doesn't plague me. Sofia, I want you. Certainly. Everything Kendrick and I had found out loomed between us like an iron curtain. Facing one another in his office, we stood with only the quiet hum of the air conditioning to occupy the void. Though it was only a tiny portion of something significantly darker, the mole was closer than we had thought. Staring down at the papers in front of him, Kendrick's jaw tight and his palm clutched the table's edge. "Sofia," he started, his voice quiet, "this mole, it's worse than I imagined. The motives underlying this treachery are more profound than anything we have witnessed thus far. I nodded, attempting to digest the data. "But why now?" What does this individual want from you? Kendrick did not respond right away. His eyes were slanted as though he was fighting with his own ideas, his attention fixed on the paper in front of him. At last, he raised his gaze to me; the intensity of his expression was clear. "It's someone I trusted," he continued, his voice strained. Someone I never imagined would betray me. Now all I have created is under danger. A cold ran down my back. Betrayal was one thing; betrayal from someone so near, someone Kendrick had worked with, trusted, and maybe even called friend, was another. "But why didn't you let me know about this sooner?" I enq