LOGINOphelia’s POV:The silence that followed my accusation was broken by a sudden, violent sound. Beside Eugene, Ezra began to cough—a harsh, hacking sound that quickly devolved into him burying his face in his elbow. His shoulders were shaking. I couldn't tell if he was actually choking on his soda or desperately trying to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the moment.I frowned, my face heating with indignation as I kept my eyes fixed on Eugene.Eugene, for his part, looked genuinely stunned. He sat back, blinking at me as if I had suddenly sprouted a second head. Then, he let out a short, dry scoff."I am not interested in children, Ms. Ophelia," he said, the shock fading into a weary sigh. "Besides," he added, his gaze softening with a brief, uncharacteristic shadow of melan
Ophelia’s POV:Right. It was a classic move for a certain breed of old-money CEOs. To mold their successors, they would throw them into the trenches of their own companies, stripping them of their prestigious last names to ensure they didn't receive the "young master" treatment from the staff. It was meant to build character, I supposed.I hadn't pegged Eugene Whitmore as the type to favor such a grounded approach—but who was I to judge? I had far more pressing concerns than the HR policies of Whitmore Enterprises."I see," was all I managed to say, my voice still a bit thin.I looked around the expansive lobby. My gaze locked onto the small café tucked into the far corner, and as if on cue, my stomach let out a rumble so loud and hollow that I felt the vibration in my spin
Ophelia’s POV:"Get out," I hissed, the words scraping against my raw throat. My skin felt too tight, a feverish heat radiating from my bones that made every breath a struggle.I knew it. I knew I couldn't trust the Whitmores. This was a setup—it had to be. Why else would they send an Alpha into this room? They knew exactly what state I was in. They knew I was in heat, and yet, here stood a predator. What were they planning? To film me? To break me further so I’d sign away the Genesis bid?The Alpha didn't leave. Instead, a slow smirk spread across his face as he scanned the room, his eyes lingering on the disarray of the bedsheets before settling on me. "Wow," he murmured, his voice laced with a condescending kind of wonder. "You’re actually pretty. I’m surprised… I thought a mutt from an orphanage w
Damon’s POV:My jaw clenched until it ached, the muscles in my face tightening like overwound cables as I watched her cry once again. Valeria’s eyes had become swollen, the delicate skin around them stained a raw, irritated pink. I had lost count of how many times she had b
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