Their Domineering Son-in-law
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I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."
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Back stiff as forged iron beneath her glittering gown, she scanned the crowd until she located Pine smoking a thin cigar in a far corner, watching her react to the news with undisguised amusement.Very well then. He wished to manipulate and provoke her? She would show him that particular game worked both ways. Approaching him slowly, she plucked the cigar from his fingers and brought it delicately to her own mouth, holding his smoldering gaze all the while. She took one long, slow drag, tilting her head back to exhale a graceful plume of fragrant smoke. When she handed back the cigar, Pine’s eyes had gone molten. Excellent. His hungry reaction galvanized her confidence. No matter who currently had the upper hand, she possessed weapons of her own in this duel with the billionaire power broker. Stepping nearer, Vivian traced one fingernail lightly down the lapel of his tailored suit. “I believe we have some negotiations yet to conclude tonight, you and I,” she purred silkily. Pine i
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Their Domineering Son-in-law Ashes of Empire
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The mellow burn spreading through Blaine's limbs raised his tolerance for such necessary unpleasantness a few degrees at least. Let Brady play elastic with any ethical boundaries tonight. He was only here to look receptive and lend the encounter a veneer of legitimacy anyway. And perhaps supply theOdd timely scrupulous protest to make their ultimately damning revelations seem more organically fed and hard won. Yes, Brady could damn well be the unhinged attack dog blindsiding Tristan's pretty ponies tonight. Blaine would stick to subtly poisoning the trough instead. Their mark was too shrewd to confront so openly without inciting suspicion anyway.Before his scattered thoughts could chase themselves in any more useless circles, footsteps echoing down the hallway heralded the arrival of a liveried house servant. Blaine's heart rate instantly redlined. Time to set the stage then."Sirs, your car has arrived to convey you to the Pinetech Tower for your urgent 7 PM appointment," the stuff
Their Domineering Son-in-law Shadowed Gambits
The amber liquid burned a fiery trail down Blaine's throat as he glared broodingly out the panoramic windows overlooking downtown Avalon. In the nearby leather armchair, his brother Brady lounged with his own tumbler dangling carelessly from his fingers, looking utterly unconcerned."This whole damned situation is unbelievable," Blaine burst out, smacking his glass down on the polished oak end table. Ice cubes jumped, sloshing whiskey over his knuckles. He swore viciously, shaking the sting away. "One victory in a rigged betting pool against lackluster competition, and suddenly our useless damned cousin is the prodigal son again? He waltzes back in after years away and gets handed the company crown just like that?"Blaine pushed off from the windows, the city lights blurring behind him as he paced agitatedly across the thick carpet. He spun and slammed his fist against the paneled wall hard enough to make the antique oil paintings jump. Brady didn't even blink, merely taking another
Their Domineering Son-in-law The Tables Turn
The sun sank below the Avalon skyline, casting the Levine family yacht in a golden glow. Strings of lights twinkled to life along the gleaming white rails as the vessel glided across the harbor. On the upper deck, caterers scrambled to arrange trays of hors d'oeuvres and champagne flutes just so, ensuring every detail was perfect for the celebration about to unfold.Right on schedule, the city's elite began arriving in staggered fashion, the gangplank fluttering under the weight of their footsteps. They represented the top titans of industry - real estate moguls, tech tycoons, politicians and bankers - all flocking aboard the lavish yacht to pay their respects to the guest of honor.The man in question stood gazing out at the water, hands folded behind his back. Tristan cut a striking figure in his dark tuxedo, tall and lanky with chiseled features any ancient warrior god would envy. But his blue eyes glinted with a cunning that heralded danger to friend and foe alike."Quite the reve
Their Domineering Son-in-law The High-Stakes Challenge
Spotlights danced across the grand ballroom's polished marble floors as Avalon's elite flooded inside, eagerly claiming their seats. Tonight was the premiere event they had all breathlessly awaited - the climactic showdown between financial phenom Russell Pine and newcomer Tristan Levine in the unprecedented "Investment Duel" challenge.In the lower tier, the city's upper crust jostled each other for a clear view of the sleek dual workstations now set up on the central dais. Higher above in the arched mezzanine, the true giants of Avalon's business world filed into private VIP boxes outfitted with plush leather furnishings and fully stocked bars.Among them, Tristan's ex-wife Vivian Sterling smoothed the beaded skirt of her slinky black gown as she took her seat. Beside her, Vivian's mother Linda accepted a crystal champagne flute from a bow-tied server."This spectacle should prove entertaining, if nothing else," she remarked dryly before taking a delicate sip.Vivian let out a deris
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