tly slamming against the tall French windows of Elena Montgomery's private estate in the exclusive, gated community of Long Island. The massive brick mansion was a fortress, surrounde

r shoulders. Her laptop sat open on her knees, the screen reflecting o

until her midn

porate debt, confident that even a titan like him would struggle to liquidate that much cash in a single afternoon. If the clock struck midnight and the funds weren't in her accou

p chattering sound eru

her banking interface: **WIRE TRANSFER SUCC

g of zeros in absolute, stunned disbelief. He had actually done it. Ethan had moved mountains, drained offs

ternal security alarm panel near the foyer began to beep aggressively,

ck-t

e deep, powerful roar of a high-performance sports car engine tearing up her private driveway. The tires screec

c current. She slammed her laptop shut, springing up from the

ice echoing up the grand winding staircase. "Marcus,

security grid didn't fail. The intruder didn't bypass the gate by force. He bought the entire private security firm that manage

dness of that move could only mean one thing. The predator w

the heavy oak front doors of the mansion were

of the raging midnight s

scular chest. His dark hair was wet, plastered across his forehead, and his striking emerald-green eyes were burning with a manic, obsessive, and completely unstoppable intensity. He didn't look like a CEO; he loo

r as she stepped forward, refusing to show fear in her own home. "You are tresp

er overhead to hum softly. He marched into the foyer, his heavy, wet leather shoes leaving dark prints on her pristine marble floors. "The police won't be coming. No one is c

Elena. "Mr. Vance, I don't care how many billions you transferred today. If

assistant, her sapphire-blue eyes flashing with an unbreakable, regal defiance. She looked straight into Ethan's bur

ctly three feet away from her, the intense radiating heat from his soaked body completely overwhelming the coo

ed down at her face. "Four point two billion dollars. Paid in full. Your little corporate execution failed. My empire is completel

o my syndicate. That doesn't change what you did five years ago! It doesn't change the fact that you ar

, warm hands firmly gripping her shoulders. He pulled her close against his chest, forcing her to look up into his wild eyes. "You hid them from me! For five long years, you let me live in a

against his massive chest. "You chose your revenge over me! You told me you simulated affection! You told me you never loved me! Why should I give my c

ce. He looked down at her beautiful, tear-stained face, his heart physically breaking at the raw trauma he had caused her. "I was blind. I was a foo

s the rain ma

suddenly drifted down from the to

their bodies locking in place as the v

s. Standing at the top of the marble staircase, clutching the banister with their tiny hands, were Leo and Ava. They were dressed in ma

's shoulders. He turned his head, his

ruthless, unbeatable billionaire tycoo

long, curly dark hair and wide, expressive sapphire-blue eyes-the exact same eyes that belonged to Elena. Av

egacy. His son and hi

ged, his eyes wide with a profound, historical reverence. The powerful predator was entirely

heavy tear escaping his emerald eyes and tracing down his wet cheek. He raised

hown in the office, stepped directly in front of his sister, his little fac

d. The pain of his past actions hit him with the force of a physical bullet. He looked up at his beautiful

both Leo and Ava into her arms. She held them tightly against her chest, her body shaking viol

hrough the quiet mansion. "You've seen them. Now take your billions and your pride, an

ing with a toxic, obsessive, and completely unyielding love. He looked at his family at the top of

ad the truth. And now,

t giving up. I am going to tear down every single wall you've built against me. I will spend every single dollar I own, and I will force myself into your life every sin

to the stormy night, leaving the

yer, knowing with absolute certainty that the corporate battle was