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Bitter Scheming

Author: Winnie El
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 16:00:31

Sophia Lang was pacing restlessly.

The air in Marcus’s temporary apartment felt stale, thick with the smell of expensive scotch and the kind of sweat that only comes from panic.

On the massive wall-mounted television, Diane’s face was everywhere.

She looked... different. That was the thing that was eating Marcus alive. She didn't look like the woman who used to worry about the thread count of his sheets or make sure his favorite dinner was warm when he stumbled in at midnight. She looked lik
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    The phone vibrated against his thigh. A harsh, mechanical buzzing that felt like a drill against his bone.Sophia.It had to be Sophia. She was thousands of miles away, probably sitting in some sterile, overpriced hotel suite, executing their flawless, strategic plan for him to take back the company.He didn’t answer it.He didn’t even pull the phone out of his pocket to check the caller ID. He just stood there in the dark, cavernous kitchen, staring completely blankly at the spot on the marble counter where Diane had just been standing. The heavy, intoxicating scent of her orange blossom perfume was still hanging in the cold air, completely suffocating him. It coated the back of his throat. It tasted like absolute ruin.The vibration finally stopped. It timed out, leaving behind a heavy, crushing silence that was somehow infinitely worse.Marcus turned around and walked out of the kitchen. His legs felt entirely hollow. Walking up the grand, sweeping staircase of the villa felt like

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    The sun was just completely aggressive the next morning. It didn’t give a single damn if Marcus had spent the entire night tearing his own mind into tiny, bloody shreds. It just blasted right through the thin linen curtains of the guest room, bright and hot and completely unforgiving.Downstairs, the villa was already humming with that sickening, wealthy kind of noise. The board retreat had officially started. Marcus could hear the faint, awful clinking of silver spoons against expensive porcelain coffee cups out on the main breakfast patio. He could hear the low, confident murmurs of men who actually had control over their lives. The smell of dark roasted espresso and warm butter drifted up through the floorboards. It honestly made him want to throw up.He hadn’t slept. Not even for ten minutes.Every time he had closed his eyes, the heavy, suffocating darkness behind his eyelids just immediately filled with wet black lace. He just kept seeing the way the pool water slicked her dar

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