Beg For My Love, Cold-Hearted CEO

arted the moment

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earances at their sha

e briefest of nods. Even a single word between them felt like an extravagan

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gers tightening around her phon

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tle way, though an icy underto

she inquired in a

e clenched the phone more tightly. It took her a

ght now. I'll tell him to re

tering. When she finally spoke, it came o

t dead with

alk about divorce, but deep down, she kne

lowly and dialed her lawyer's number, ins

s cold ache had

sharper. It was time to end this ma

.

medication and drifted into a

he vaguely sensed the mattress dip, as tho

et achingly familiar emb

hen trailed to her cheeks and finally cl

hadn't felt in so long-so distinctl

as real or just another cruel dream, but her body refused to obey. Dar

morning, her hand instinctively r

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ips, thin and bitter, as

elt last night had been n

yed cocooned in the blankets for a

way downstairs, the cloc

light carved out the clean lines of his figure, outlining him in quiet serenity. His collar wa

lazily on the edge of the snow-white tablecloth, fingers long and strong, while the other he

cted him to show u

e-tied, unsure how to bridge the di

reta's cheerful voice cut through the quiet. "Good mor

den lifted his he

t-his eyes cool and unreadable-before he looked

ft gold. The morning light caught on his lowered lashes, making him seem

ure carved into stillness, wrapped in

the stairs at a

bsently stirred the porridge

pale light, softening the edges

ken only by the faint clink of silverwar

aiden's voice cut through th

stilled arou

gh a glossy financial magazine. The cover featured a photo of him at the Pear

o marked their third