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s might be a sham, but are you so hungry for fame you'd sell your mother's final shred of dignity for a front-page headline?

just what you wanted, Adrian? A public spectacle? A final, total humiliation? I

away and continu

Adrian's voice was frigid, his hard

ence hung, thick with the shock of tw

e Clarke!" a frightened

and speckled with a rash-broke in, followed by the club manager a

er in the making, frantically motion

nce-a remnant of the powerful Eleanor Har

the stillness. "I am Adrian Blackwood's wife. But today, I am no longer.

. She would repay him the public shame he had in

divorced the CEO of the Blackwood Corpora

an (Martin) growled, thr

with all the fabrications your mother ever wrote!" Adrian curled his han

ad delivered to her, waving them in a defiant smile. "Adrian, do you think I have anything more t

lf-mad pleasure,

mediately, I am free. I can write scandal, I can be the scandal, I can be an editor at

e expensive carpet, with

your power struggles are no longer my problem. I hope you have

ed that this beautiful, devastated woman

ld. He leaned in, his eyes menacing. "Do you think I can m

ith the press as his weapon?" Claire taunted, twisting her red li

ackward. Her arm was almost out of joint, but she didn't feel it. Claire ignored Adrian's

. "Sorry to be a disruption, gent

d her crumpled costume,

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Harold Sutton stammer

lammed door, his face horrendously black. The gr

ton after all, he considered, as

ence before he finally moved. "P

cards on the table, but the incompreh

ing here for? You're not getting paid to stand watch! Get back to the bargaining. Get the

return to normal. Charles and Victor exchanged nervous glances, afraid of provokin

Harringt

terling Club, the biting air

uld sh

ost powerful man in new media, essentially writing her own professional obitua

l-the wedding, the early public acceptance-had been a cynical, revenge-

nd her name was media poison. This giant, cynical Ashfor

lost when the ph

an do this? I bloody well will reveal him to the press myself!" Ryan Gallagher

tegrated. She collapsed onto a nearby

don't cry, bloody h

e empty villa in his red Iron Cup sport

hostile glances of strangers, she crawled into the sports car's cold interi

is family's Blackwood Corporation revenge fanta

gree view of the city. Claire was momentarily dazzled and moved to the Fren

be a major Redwood Properties buil

family's money is old. Claire, I'm serious. Marry me. I don't care that y

ged to his mother's Grand Prix Association

out two tissues from her pocket. "I'm crashed here f

get the upper hand. "Stay as long as you like, Cla