ell-furnished bedroom Damien had u

as the events of the previous day came rushing back, she sat up abr

for revenge. Today, she woke up as Isla Blackwood, wife to perhaps the most ruthless and w

, his tall, imposing figure framed by the light of the room. His presence seemed to fill the room, the air growi

atched, his expression unreadable. Then he step

ed," he muttered cooll

led with lines making her hesi

tone of her voice when

n't reach his eyes before he n

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black Limousine; cameras flashed with a speed tha

nto her own. She bit her lip. Her fingers felt like dried sticks in his own, but

e being to

ips barely moving as he leaned c

an actress but what could she do? T

nd curved her lips into a small, controlled smile. She could feel the weight of hundreds

lackwood..

s Nate Haye

Why are you with

He kept moving, his grip on Isla's hand firm. She could feel the

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tion from his smartphone interrupted him. He ignored it at first, focusing on the meeting, but the vibration re

f the board and who was seated right ne

asked, her brow furrowed a

first photograph that appeared was his ex-wife, Isla, sta

s heart pounding in his chest. There is no

ely above a whisper. Vanessa leaned in,

d, her voice tingl

ast. She was at my house just a few

s temple before zooming the p

re was n

cing. "What the hell is she doing with him?"

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slowing down. A bold reporter managed to push thr

are you with Nate Hayes' ex-wife?" She dem

ld its breath as all e

efore turning back to the reporters. Without warning, he wrapped an arm around

Everyone

ot help but play along however his lips sent a weird sensation through

ey were exploding, a few people even clapped whil

world had registered her

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Isla barely waited a second for the door t

she demanded with a mi

ever. "You'll have to get used to it," he said, his

realization hit her like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just a game. It w