The Billionaire's Web of Deceit

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Daphne's hands trembled as she walked in on her husband and the woman in question, her mind replaying

aced. Spencer's voice boomed from the bedroom as he heard a loud thud from the living room. " Would y

such stupidity. Spencer, what are you doing? Is this really what you w

sy; mouth reeking of alcohol. "You're building your own pedes

over people-including me. Newsflash! It's my name! And you're nothing without my name. You're nothin

stment" is making returns, it hurts? It make

echoing through the apartment. "You love the firm more than you ever loved me. E

her voice was steady. "I loved you, Spe

'll end up alone, Daphne. No one wa

from infidelity llegations on both ends to infertility allegations on her end but only Daphne knew the truth: she'd chosen hers

n her. She had had enough. Spencer's father, Richard Thompson, a man whose presence filled the room with quiet authority, sat behind his des

alm but edged with steel. "I suppose you're

and I... our marriage failed. I'm also stepping away from th

pretend it's easy to hear, but I respect your decision. Spencer's actions and attitude to

papers ready. Her thoughts were interrupted by Richard as he continued to speak.. "You kno

hing to that marriage and the company. But I can't ke

y now could close doors you'll never open again? Some wounds in this world don'

me sign of encouragement. "I know what I'm risking. But I can't stay somewhere

g unreadable passing through them. "You're bra

unwavering. "Maybe both. But I have to

st remember, Daphne: not everyone who smiles at you is yo

ith warning. "Be careful, Daphne. The world outside

now. Ahead lay the challenge of reclaiming her place in her father's company, mostly as a daughter waiting for approval, but also as a force to be reckoned wit

t run away from no matter how much she tried. This was where she belonged. At least, she hoped it was. Her maiden name, not last name once again was on the door. Her fingers tightened around the stra

er sat behind his massive desk, his posture rigid, eyes cold as they met hers

Which of the stories are true? Were you both sleeping around

as a result of the hurtful words her father hurled at her. "Yes. After

en come back on your own terms?" His gaze bore into her, unyielding. "You know I never s

make it work. For both of us. But it failed. And now I'm here because I want to co

pointment. "You want to come back? After abandoning the family business? After choosing people who neve

e continued to sob. Please, Dad. Give me a chance. I'm not the little g

nst the floor. "Strength isn't enough. You need di

above a whisper. "Then t

or now, stay where you are. Learn. Grow. M

urned to leave, the weight of his rejection settled ove