Noel lifted whitney with ease and placed her on the desk, itis hands rested on either side of her, and his intense gaze locked onto hers. There was a storm brewing in his dark eyes, and whether it empted depended entirely on her next m
But Whitney wasn tone to hack down
“Am I your time or vour pet? Why should I listen to you?” she snapped, leaning slightly back to keep some space between them. Her hands braced against the desk, but she winced, forgetting that her lett wrist still wasn’t fully heated
Not need inmediately. He polled ber doser, cently supporting her inom
you want to be my pet?” he said, histone mocking. “I could make you my canary–kept, pampered, and caged.”
“Are you delusional?
hot back, heranger flaring,
Acar meant woman who was kept with na freedom and no identity of her own. The thought made her stomach chum. She would never be that person. His words weren’t just insulting they were degrading
(what’s your plan?” Noel leaned in, his voice low and war against her ear. “Why are you playing nice with Stachel?!
His breath brushed her skin, and his lips grazed her railobe as he spoke. The unintentional intimacy sent an welcome shiver down her spine
It’s none of your business,” she hissed, poshing him away.
He didn’t budge. His tall, leantime towered over her, and his piercing eyes searched herster a crack in her defiance.
Without warming, Neel grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. There was no tendemess in the kiss–it was a mix of punishment and frustration—in
tempt to dominate het ista submission.
“Mm You
Whitney tried to protest, twisting her head to break free. Her lips pressed tightly shut, refusing to let him in
ed her waist sharply, and she instinctively gasped. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, ignoring her struggles.
She couldn’t breathe, and her head swam from the lack of air post when she thought she might pass out, Noel finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.
he demanded in a low grow. “What are you planning with Rachel? Is this about going after Damian?”
His eyes born into hers, unrelenting. He suspected that Damian had refused to break off the engagement and do something unforgivable to Rachel. He guessed
Rachel had found common ground and decided to team up against him
Itsey wiped her lips furiously, her fingertips reddening the skin around her mouth.
“That’s none of your concem,” she said coldly.
Noel’s patience scupped. “You made me a promise. Or have you conveniently forgotten?
Her eyes flared with defiance. “You forced that promise out of me. It was never mydasice!”
She glared at him, ber anger matching his Neither of them was willing to back down.
A phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the tention Whitney glanced at the screen. “I need to take this,” she said, her voice sharp and curt
Noel stepped back, allowing her to grab the phone she checked the caller ID–a real estate agent
“Don’t meddie in my life anymore,” she told Noel firmly. “We’re done. Let’s keep it that way. You go your
ur way, and I’ll go mineTM
With that, the
the dida
alked out of the study, her breath coming fast and heavy as she stepped outside. Only fresh air seemed to ease the heaviness in her chest. Noel imvolved in her plans. The less he knew, the better. If he found out she intended to send Damian to prison, would he help or stop her? Whitney wash 1 palve
naive enough to believe she meant that much to him. It push came to shove, he’d probably protect his family. She couldn’t afford to take that tisk
Later, Whitney retumed the real estate agent’s call “Sorry, I was busy earlier,” she said.
“No problem, des spencer. I just wanted to inform you that your apartment at Coaska Heights has been sold. The buyer didn’t haggle and paid the full asking price
-15 million
coska tight was a prime property she’d larve ten million in hand
he city center, where every square foot was a luxury. After deducting agency fees and settling the remaining mortgage
She sein Harlet a quirk text “l make good on my promise.”
At a quiet cafe, Wintney and Kachel
atross line each other
A waiter brought overtwoeups of tra
“Could I have another freshj
please?” Whitney said before huming to Rachel “You’re pregnant–you shouldn’t dunktra. It’s not healthy.”
Rachel stared at her insurprise. “I never thought we’d sit across from each other like this. And now you’re even worried about me
There was a linge of wistfulness in her voice mixed with curiosity: “Arect you angry? I’m carrying Damian’s child. Doesn’t that upset you even a little?”
