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ck, I walked into the lobby of the most e

quiet, untouchable wealth. My hair was pulled back in a severe, low ponytail. The fragile,

sively minimalist: concrete floors, black leather furniture, and a

k robe and holding a mug of coffee. Her red hair was tied in a

mocking whistle. "Well, well. Look at you, L

r and sat in one of the severe black leath

eplied, my voice devoid of any warmth. "Carl

ebrow, clearly intr

e I show you anything, sign this. It's a Level-One Non-Disclosure Agreement d

licker of genuine shock in her eyes. She was looking at a side of

ad clauses. Without another word, she signed her name with a flourish. "Done. Now, s

and sent an encrypted link to her email. "T

the password. The video began

akers. The sounds of my husband and his secretary. Their grunts, their breathless

d Sloane

lief. Her jaw tightened violently. When the camera angle made it undeniably

of a

I thought the ceramic would shatter. She had seen a lot in her career-ugly divorces, outright brutality-but

disbelief warring with professional excitement. "This isn't just infidel

ht," I sa

s the

. His person

ke lightning. A few seconds later, Katy Laws

ls, her tone dripping with contempt. "Graduated top of her class but from a dirt-poor family.

linting with a cold light. "Every bank record, every te

urning predatory. "Now, let's talk endgame. What do you wan

wling below. In the distance, the Carlisle Industries to

e cent of his filthy

slightly agape. In her world, reveng

el. "I don't need his money, because I have more than

nt of the entire Pack Council. I want him stripped of his pride, his status, and his Alpha dignity. I want to watch Carlisle Indu

ng smile spread across her face. It was the smile of a grea

d, profound respect and a thrilling madness. "You're not

to be the butche

slamming her hand on the desk. "Let's m