THE BILLIONAIRE REVENGE TOOL

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inding it almost felt artificial. I stood near the edge of the room, clutching a glass of champagne I had no intention of d

y world. It n

eath, his hand pressing against the small of m

ained smile. I didn't belong here, and he knew it. This wasn't just a high-socie

Blackwood. The man my father had whispered about for wee

suit was impeccable, his posture perfect, his face an unreadable mask of indifference. Women gra

s eyes

sharp, like shards of obsidian cutting through the crowd, and

ay, my hear

s voice low but filled with warning. "Do you have any idea how mu

is only daughter to a man twice as powerful and in

voice barely audible abo

e left to bargain with," he said, hi

el man, but he was desperate. Our family business was crumbling under a mountain

r asked," I said, my voice tremb

wouldn't. Richard Carter wasn't a

ely

. Up close, he was even more intimidating. His presence was overwhelming,

said, my voice bare

s tone as smooth as the wh

y and suffocating. I struggled to find the right wo

His observation was c

who was watching us intently fr

ps curved into something that wasn't quite a sm

hroat dry. He wasn't g

id, his voice leaving

pushed me forward. Adrian led me toward a qui

this," he said o

't a qu

lipping out before I could stop

. "Most women in your position would be eager f

t women," I

aid, his tone softer n

humanity beneath his cold exterior. "Why

," he said bluntly.

transaction. I should have been angr

?" I asked, even though I

without hesitation. "And I make sure no one

cutting through the la

e much of a choice, do

choices," he repli

g. I wanted to hate him, to scream

id finally, my voi

ession unreadable. "Good. Then w

that, my fat

to fill the void. The city lights blurred through the car window, a kaleidoscope of

t townhouse, I went straight to m

toppable. I sank to the floor, m

who I was, not what I could offer. But those dreams felt like another lifetime now, crush

ually, the tears stopped. I wiped my face and

ize the girl st

I whispered to myself, th

h was, I didn't