His Love, Her Revenge

d on the skyline of Manhattan. The sun dipped low behind the buildings, casting golden light across

ay. It was the only place he could think without interrup

the clock ti

paper out of place. A fresh file waited at the center. His assistant must've dropped it off

sal – Easton

w tigh

st

bered the man behind Easton Media. Jonathan Sinclair. A businessman who once stood tall in the indu

e file and pu

necessary decision. Nothing

f crawling back, even when

e from the

voice crackled, "Mr. Bennett is

mien said, his vo

longtime advisor and closest thing to a friend, stepp

" Charles said, raising an eyebrow

rge," Damien said, his tone f

vestor stepped in last year. Young, ambiti

again and flipped through the pages. Somewhere deep

g pulled at him, like a t

anaging the company

Not yet. But I'll ha

und, education, deals made, part

nk it's

closed the file, leaned back, a

times, it clawed its way back in the form o

igh above the city, surrounded by glass walls and dim

. He walked straight to the bar, poured himself

very acquisition, every dollar had been earned-sometimes with blood, sometimes with

eren't

ationship

s. And he didn't ha

of the old Blackwood Holdings building, the first office

till

s quieter now. F

time he didn't drink it. His mind

years. Not since the day he signed the contract

for more time. Da

iness. Not

t a shadow on his conscience. A moment he co

drink and walke

ne that never stopped. People rushing,

eone from the past was movin

't know

would f

before sunrise. His meetings were stacked from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m.

entered his office aga

acing it on the desk. "The current operatio

en f

y, the name hittin

ncl

ir's daughter,"

for the file, f

e sh

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, public relations, s

operations & PR manag

lipped to the t

years, Damien Blackwood's

mbered

that once looked up at him from across a ballroom when they

d the fi

just busin

oubt-this woman was goi