The Billionaire's Web of Desires

traffic. Daphne's hands trembled as she poured cereal, her mind already repla

to her ear. Spencer's voice boomed from the study, thick with accusation. "Another

I'm building something real, Spencer. Y

reeking of alcohol. "You're building your own pedestal.

eryone. You think just because your name is Thompson, you can walk over people-including me. Newsflash! It's my name! And you're noth

stment" is making returns, it hurts? It make

echoing through the apartment. "You love the firm more than you ever loved me. E

her voice was steady. "I loved you, Spe

'll end up alone, Daphne. No one wa

ids spun their story; from infidelity llegations on both ends to infertility allegations on her end but onl

ssing down on her like the cold marble floor beneath her feet. Spencer's father, Richard Thompson, a man whose presence filled the

alm but edged with steel. "I suppose you're

r and I... our marriage failed. I'm stepping away from the

sured. "I won't pretend it's easy to hear, but I respect your decision. Spe

ndfather clock in the hall. Richard's gaze sharpened. "You know, there will

hing to that marriage and the company. But I can't ke

stepping away now could close doors you'll never open again? Some w

face for some sign of encouragement. "I know what I'm risking. But

g unreadable passing through them. "You're bra

resolute. "Maybe both. But I have to b

st remember, Daphne: not everyone who smiles at you is yo

r, heavy with warning. "Be careful, Daphne. The world outs

her now. Ahead lay the challenge of reclaiming her place in her father's world, not as a daughter waiting for approval, but as a force to be reckoned with.

power washing over her like a tidal wave. This was where she belonged. At least, she hoped it was. Her fingers tightened aro

sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his posture rigid, eyes cold as they met h

. Which of the stories are true? Were you sleeping around a

as a result of the hurtful words her father hurled at her. "Yes. After

en come back on your own terms?" His gaze bore into her, unyielding. "You know I never s

make it work. For both of us. But it failed. And now I'm here because I want to co

y as it came. "You want to come back? After abandoning the family business? After choosing

fiercely. "Please, Dad. Give me a chance. I'm not the little girl

nst the floor. "Strength isn't enough. You need di

above a whisper. "Then t

or now, stay where you are. Learn. Grow. M

leave, the weight of his rejection settled over her-but so did a