Betrayed by My Love, Recruited by His Enemy

the formidable CEO of Thorne Industries, Julian T

late with a rival designer. He then "accidentally" spil

on of my work, making me look like an inc

setup. He had used me from the start, stolen my

business, everything was in his name. My name was only on

nd broken on the street with no

lack car glided to a stop. The windo

ith a cold fury I hadn'

"We have a mutual enemy. You'r

pte

sharp tang of anxiety-mostly my own. My portfolio, bound in black leather, sat on the vast mahogany table, a silent testament to six months of sleepless nights and caff

e business journals described him: sharp, imposing, with eyes the color of a winter storm that seemed to see right through you. His jaw was a hard line, his fingers ste

re i

he final presentation drive. He had the animated mock-ups, the final polished assets. My la

ct hair disheveled. But he wasn't alone. Trailing just behind him was Leo Vance, the lead

old. *What is

too loud, a little too breathless. "Traffic was a nightm

nreadable but radiating a dangerous stillness. "And you are?" he

ut and moved towards the presentation console, his movements jerky and unnatural. As he p

t arc of scalding brown liquid splashing directly onto the keyboar

om. My breath hitched in my throat. T

his voice thick with false panic. He grabbed a n

My entire future. Drowned in cheap coffee. My hands felt numb, m

, his voice devoid of any sympathy. It was a simpl

ult, completely. But this is a disaster for Clara. She's so... di

"networking events." I was the one who had built this entire project from a single idea. His body language was all wrong. He wasn't

etween Mark and Leo Vance. A tiny, almost

the gut. This wa

patience clearly evaporating. "Let's see

table flickered to life. My logo appeared, then the project title. I

e text was wrong. The data was skewed. The entire concept was subtly twisted, presented

it. The room grew colder. The board members shifted in their seats, their faces clo

as dying in front of me, and my own boyfriend was the one pull

e rose slowly from his chair. He didn't look at Mark. He

the words clipped and final. "We will not b

d members began to file out, refusing to meet my eyes. Mark started packing up th

pany device still linked to a shared cloud drive with Mark, buzzed on the table. I glanced down at it through a

sn't mean

furious. The project is our

accident wasn't an accident. The betrayal wasn't just pers

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