Her Revenge, His Undying Love

. It was cold, formal, and brutal. "Gross negligence... catastrophic financial loss...

parse. A few legal textbooks, a framed photo of my mother, an

my theories on experimental legal defenses, my ideas for reforming corporate liability law. It

ding, my small box of belongings i

he lawyer who ki

idow of a man who had lost his entire pension in the collapse of Sterling I

us!" someo

!" anothe

tench of decay filled my nostrils. They pushed and

ones, striking me, bruising my professiona

eet, his car parked at the curb. He wasn't alone. He had one arm w

f detached curiosity as the mob tore me apart. He di

shout, but my voice was los

hone in my face. "Ms. Mitchell, the Vanderbilt Group just released an official statement.

me. Chloe's name would be scrubbed clean, her reputati

es through the sea of angry faces. There was no pity

led forward, my ankle twisting, and fell hard onto the pavement. My box of b

They had to pass right by the edge of

aw his expensive, polished shoes walking past, not even breaking s

htly, a look of faux concern on her face. "O

, but loud enough for me to

and devoid of emotion. He pulled Chloe along.

eserv

nee after tripping on a curb. A tiny, insignificant wound. Liam had panicked. He'd scooped me up, carried me home

Or maybe he had n

y on the ground, covered in filth. The sound was so unhinged, so mad, that the

ding rushed out. "Ma'am, are y

ushing myself up with my own strength. My body ached, my c

otebook. I limped away from the scene of my public execution, ignoring th

eady there, discreet and professional. I signed

flight, peaceful. I kissed her forehead. "I'll see y

toward a private exit, I s

on he

, to my hacker ally, a shado

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rossed, an unreadable expression on his face. M