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Blake didn't know when the desire had started to grow inside him. Charlotte was undeniably beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a hunger, a need for love and connection that had haunted him for far too long. Only now could he finally recognize it for what it was. They kissed like the world was too small to contain them. His hands explored her body, desperate to learn every nerve that made her tremble and moan. In seconds, he could already feel her soaked with desire, and the heat between them was too much to hold back. With a low growl of satisfaction, his mouth claimed her breasts, then moved down her stomach, tracing a path of fire to her navel. Charlotte arched her hips toward his lips without even realizing it. Blake pulled her to him with a needy motion and sank into her like he was drowning and she was the air. He entered her slowly, his hips rolling in sync with hers. Charlotte cried out in pleasure, her movements growing wilder, her moans louder. They were both

Blake hadn't known that hell could also be measured in days. But apparently it was three days in this case. Three days without seeing Charlotte. Three days of fighting the urge to go looking for her. Three long days in which the auditors roamed his company's offices like ghosts, their presence hidden in plain sight. No one knew who they really were. Blake had demanded complete discretion, and the firm he'd hired was known for it. They didn't show up in suits or with clipboards. They arrived dressed as IT technicians, pretending to update and replace hardware. If they'd walked in through the front door with "auditor" badges, he knew the truly damning evidence would vanish before lunch. By the second day, Blake had sent everyone home and let the auditors work freely. Gideon and Rory were clearly surprised by the decision, but neither of them said a word. Not after the blowout they'd had. And truthfully, there hadn't been much talking between the three of them since. Still, as t

Charlotte slipped an arm around Blake and patted the dog's head to calm him. She gave Loki a subtle nod, and the Rottweiler relaxed too. With a deep breath, she braced herself and helped Blake into the house. He reeked of whiskey—cheap whiskey at that. He was completely wasted, but still making just enough sense to be dangerous. "What was I right about, Blake?" she asked as they walked, knowing he was about to spill everything. "They… hic… they were robbing me… your dad…" he slurred, tongue thick and heavy from the alcohol. "I already know that. Anything new?" "Carly… hic… she… she was too… hic… robbing me…" Charlotte eased him down onto the sofa, crouching in front of him. She knew it would be hard for him to focus, let alone look up. "Well, that's news to me." A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips. "And how exactly was my sister stealing from you?" "She kept… hic… kept the money… from the charities…" Blake muttered, piecing the words together. "You… hic… you wer

A bomb dropping in the middle of the event wouldn't have caused nearly as much shock as the words that came out of Roman Wells' mouth. Every single one, delivered with poise and unmistakable deference, made it crystal clear that Charlotte wasn't just another guest—she was the owner of the hotel. Of course, all eyes turned to her in stunned silence. Everyone had assumed that Lawrence Dalton's company was behind the Country Club project. No one could have imagined that the woman standing there—so different from the girl they once knew—was the one calling the shots. Blake was just as stunned. But if he was being honest, it would've been painfully naive for Charlie to rely on a man who had once abandoned her when she needed him most. And if there was one thing everyone could agree on now, it was that Charlotte Pierce was no longer a naive woman. "This has to be a sick joke!" Carly hissed, her face twisted in fury and envy. Not even in her worst nightmares had she imagined that her

Maybe it needed saying again: all those years, Conrad and Doris had never laid eyes on that man. Not once. Though that didn't stop them from thinking of him often. They didn't even know his name anymore. He'd changed it when he decided to begin his revenge. So the name Conrad Pierce spoke now sounded foreign, sharp with revelation. "Thomas…" he whispered, stunned, as though he'd just seen the worst ghost of his past. "Exactly. Thomas," Lawrence Dalton said, calm but amused. "How are you able to recognize me after all these years? I've seen you many times. I have to admit—you look older than you let on… my friend." He dragged out that last word, and the room seemed to hold its breath. Doris's lips parted, fingers trembling, though no one else quite knew why. "How… how can you be here…?" she managed, her voice cracking. "How can I be alive?" Lawrence finished for her, stepping forward into the open. "Is that what you believed? Is that what you ordered people to believe—that I w