Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

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chitectural designer. My family, while not in the same stratosphere as the Taylors, had a respectable constructi

tion mind," a "kingmaker," a "visionary." They also called him a machine. A work-obs

tension in his jaw that hinted at the immense pressure he carried. I was na

he Atkinsons, in a desperate alliance, proposed a marriage to the Ta

uccessful architect in his own right, had known me since we were kids. "He's buying a respectabl

e full of the foolish optimism of a 22-ye

of pity. "Love requires a heart to take root

as r

d barely participated in, Alonzo stood at the floor-to

ompany is secure. In return, I expect you to be a competent, discreet, and presentable Mrs. Taylor. Do not interfere with my wo

ured the forgotten anniversaries, the lonely holidays, the public appearances where he treated me like a

love me, but he doesn't love anyone else either. He's

had exposed that lie for the pathetic self-delusion it was. Alonzo wasn't inca

capable of gi

tion. It wasn't that he couldn't love; it was that he wouldn't love me. The pain of that truth was

love for him had been the only chain binding m

divorce papers. I didn't ask for a single penny of Alonzo's for

heart of his empire. The receptionist looked at me with a mix

I said, my

the office for three days

en away from his office for more than a day un

. "He's... attending the

anniversary dinner last year because of an "urge

ume," I said, the name ta

looked away. That

And there, in the front row, was Alonzo. Cinnamon was plastered to his side, whispering i

or bid was a rare pink diamond n

on!" someon

" another voi

g on Alonzo's sleeve. "

k at the stage. He sim

is voice cut through the

e auctioneer, flabbergasted, stammered, "Going o

nzo's neck and kissed him, a long, possessive kiss, right there

t a one-hundred-million-dollar necklace for his lover without a second thought.

brutal, so ludicrous

wd, my steps firm, my eyes locked on him. I stopped right in front of the

moved to shield Cinnamon behind him, his eyes turnin

said, my voice surprisingly

take it. "

moment. It's our

der, his eyes wide with feigned innocence, but

with annoyance. As if I were a minor inconvenience, a fly

s. We both know this marriage has been a farce. Let's just sign the pa

nnamon, then back at me, his gaze dismi

ground. "We'll

natched the envelope from me. Cinnamon giggled, holding

a mocking air. "Net worth separation, no alimony... Ts

y eyes fixed on

s," Cinnamon purred. He snuggled closer

"Don't be r

ocket and pulled out something that made my blood run cold. It was

ivate and important documents, linked directly to his biometric data. It held more power

. He trusted this vapid, manipulative b

ll ink pad he produced from his other pocket, pressed the stamp onto it, and then, with a flourish, slammed i

ion as he shoved the papers back into my chest. "You're fr