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Vincent’s dark eyes locked onto hers, cold and calculated, yet burning with an unreadable intensity. The bass continued to thump through the velvet-lined walls of the club, but in their small orbit, time had entirely stopped. / Chapter 7 / 8

Chapter 7 - CHESS PIECES AND KINGS

The heavy oak doors of the study swung open. Vincent stepped into the room, unbuttoning his cuffs. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Nora standing behind the desk, the dossier laid out beneath her hands, her eyes filled with tears and betraying rage.

The warm, gentle man she had come to love disappeared instantly, replaced by the stoic, dangerous mob boss.

“Nora,” Vincent said softly, taking a step forward.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Don’t you dare take another step!”

Vincent paused, his jaw tightening. He didn’t offer excuses. He didn’t lie. He simply stood there, absorbing her pain.

“It was all a setup,” Nora sobbed, throwing the dossier across the desk. The papers scattered across the floor between them. “You tracked me. You knew Cameron was chasing me. You had your doorman leave the entrance open so I’d run into your club! You orchestrated the whole damn thing!”

“Yes,” Vincent said plainly, his voice heavy. “Two months ago, I found out who your real father was. I knew Rossi was keeping that secret from you so he could steal your father’s maritime estate. I knew Cameron was placed in your life by Rossi to keep you suppressed and helpless so you’d never ask questions about your inheritance.”

Nora stared at him, stunned. “Cameron... was working for Rossi from the start?”

“Why do you think he found you at Union Station so easily?” Vincent asked. “He wasn’t just an abusive boyfriend, Nora. He was a paid handler. When I realized he was going to hurt you permanent that night, I staged the opening at the Velvet Room to give you a way out.”

“You didn’t do it to save me!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face. “You did it for forty percent of the harbor!”

“At first? Yes,” Vincent admitted, his voice raw with an emotion he rarely showed. “At first, you were an asset. A move on a board to destroy Rossi and secure my family’s future. But I didn’t count on who you were. I didn’t count on your fire, your intelligence, or how deeply I would fall in love with you.”

“Love?” Nora laughed bitterly, backing toward the window. “You don’t love me, Vincent. You owned me, just like Cameron did. You just gave me prettier chains.”

“That is not true,” Vincent stepped over the scattered files, his eyes desperate. “I gave you your life back. The inheritance is yours, Nora! I signed the legal paperwork last night transferring total ownership of Vance Maritime into your name! I don’t want the harbor. I want you.”

He pulled a thick legal document from his inner pocket and placed it on the desk. It was signed, sealed, and legally binding. He had given up the entire multi-million-dollar fortune to her name alone.

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The screech of the chopper’s rotor blades vibrated directly through the freezing slate beneath my spine. The blinding white vortex of snow kicked up by the downdraft burned my eyes, but I forced my lids open, locking my gaze onto the amber visor of the rescue specialist dropping out of the sky.

The screech of the chopper’s rotor blades vibrated directly through the...

Daniel stepped toward the bed, his polished leather shoes squeaking against the pristine hospital linoleum. He reached for the tray table, his fingers brushing the edge of the papers. His voice was low, coated in a practiced, corporate calm that made my stomach churn worse than the spiked blood pressure.

Daniel stepped toward the bed, his polished leather shoes squeaking agai...

The silence in the dining room stretched thin, heavy enough to slice with a butter knife. Robert, Michael’s father, adjusted his napkin, completely oblivious to the silent war being fought across the porcelain plates.

The silence in the dining room stretched thin, heavy enough to slice wit...

Before Nora could process the weight of his gesture, the estate’s alarm system blared, red emergency lights flashing through the windows.

The heavy glass of the study windows exploded inward in a rain of shrapnel.

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