His Regret, Her Rise: The Heiress Awakens
nding in the doorway, his arms cros
s gaze. "And those were your company's c
belief. "What the hell are you talking about, Stella? You'
I said calmly. "We're done. The wedding is o
years, I had been the understanding one, the one who smoothed things over, the one
s? Over a slice of pie and a conversation I had with my dad?
rously quiet. "Or have I just f
the living room, where my laptop was open. I needed to s
has appreciated by thirty percent since we bought it. I want my initial investment pl
sound. "You're dreaming. I d
You wanted to give it to Nicole, anyway. Now you can g
some leverage, some weakness. And then they landed o
ook a step closer, his face a mask of sudden, daw
hat moment, I saw the thought process flicker across Ryan's face. The mood swings, the "irrational" anger,
I get it now. It's the hormones. They're making you emotional. We
nds outstretched as if to
ntity and my legitimate anger could be reduced to a hormonal imbalan
ck, my expressio
. "And even if there were, a child deserves better than a fathe
ome hormonal whim, finally began to sink in. His face hardened again,
om him. "My mistake was think
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