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Chapter 3

Word Count: 1008    |    Released on: 18/08/2025

hand gripping the corner

ice hoarse. "As your assistant, y

e wall between them. The professi

s all

arker. He looked like a s

d, the words dripping

ck of hundred-dollar bills onto her bedside ta

one. You always did have a thirst for money, didn't you, C

ber, the price of her b

nd walked out of the room, leaving the scent of his ex

nal duty related to the auction. She had to personally deliver the fi

t the door, all smil

bringing these over. Oh, your

ora said, her

with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred. It wa

gushed, taking the heavy box

turned, her h

floor. A sickening crunch ec

s, the symbol of eternal love that had cost five mi

s vanished, replaced by a

noise. He saw the shattered crystal on t

demanded, his eyes

oice trembling as she started to c

ed to explain, her voice risi

were a gift for Harlow. They were

ke iron. "Is there nothing you won't ruin? Are you so jealous, so

st, liste

ce of a heartbroken victim. "August, don't be angry

r-streaked face back to Cora's.

oice cold as steel. "Get on your

ere are security cameras in the foyer. Check

flicker of fear in her eyes. But then she

stepped forward, grab

at. "The security system in the foyer has be

urse

ards force

ectly on the shards

ll, followed by the searing pain that shot up h

ng. He saw the blood begin to seep throu

did n

w. He would alway

n before. "And you will pay for them. Five million

. He was

was nothing compared t

od on the floor. She looked at Harlow, who was no

oked out, the words tasti

" Harlow said, her voice a cruel purr. "Mayb

Outside, the sky had turned dark, and a sudden storm h

Harlow suggested. "Until

a pool of her own blood, and then

o

ees on the cold, wet stone of the veranda. The rain immed

into her bones. The pain in h

t gently wrapping a blanket around Harlow's

erent storm, years ago. She had been afraid of the thunder, an

hat was left was the cold rain, the indifferent

n, washing the blood from he

Utterly and c

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