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"""Vivienne thought her powerful fiancé would defend her, but one look at Ivy’s injured shoulder changed everything. / Chapter 13 / 19

Chapter 13

"Meeting adjourned," Ronan said softly, standing up to his full height. He buttoned his suit jacket, his gaze sweeping across the paralyzed board members. "If anyone else has concerns about how I run my estate, or who I choose to stand beside me, my door is always open."

He turned and walked toward the exit, pausing only when Ivy collected her tablet and fell into step beside him.

As the heavy glass doors closed behind them, shutting out the ruined politicians, a low chuckle escaped Ronan’s lips. He glanced down at her as they walked toward the private elevator.

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The crack of her hand against my cheek echoed off the Italian marble, sharp and bright, silencing the chamber music and the murmurs of sixty terrified aristocrats. Vanessa Whitmore’s diamond rings flashed under the crystal chandelier as she pulled her arm back for a second swing, her lips curling into a triumphant sneer.

The crack of her hand against my cheek echoed off the Italian marble, sh...

The silence in the backyard felt heavy, suffocatingly thick, broken only by the low hum of the pool’s filtration system struggling against stagnant algae. Maya’s small frame trembled violently against my chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of my jacket with desperate, claw-like strength.

The silence in the backyard felt heavy, suffocatingly thick, broken only...

"Remind me never to get on your bad side, Ivy Lancaster," Ronan murmured, a rare, genuine warmth breaking through his cold facade.

"You were the one who invited me into your world, Mr. Blackwood," Ivy replied, a confident, knowing smile touching her lips as the elevator doors slid open. "You should have known I'd change the rules."

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