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With trembling fingers, I searched through my contacts until I found Frank Langley’s
number–Connor Rivers‘ senior beta. It had been given to me months ago for a
business matter, and I’d never expected to use it like this.
I pressed dial before I could lose my nerve.
“Hello, Mr. Langley?” My voice quivered embarrassingly. “I have urgent news for
President Rivers concerning Miss Winters. Please put him on.”
Frank’s voice was professionally neutral. “One moment.”
I heard muffled sounds–a knock, a door opening, then Frank’s voice again. “President Rivers, a woman from Moonlaw’s litigation department wishes to speak with you. It’s
about Miss Winters.”
There was a brief pause, then a deep, commanding voice came on the line. “What is
it?”
(Connor’s POV)
The woman on the phone began speaking rapidly, her voice high with fear.
“President Rivers, I’m Heather Phillips, litigation supervisor at Moonlaw. About last night’s harassment of Miss Winters, I sincerely apologize. I arranged for her to meet those clients but it wasn’t my decision. Miss Vanessa Reed instructed me to ‘take special care‘ of her. I didn’t know Miss Winters was your fiancée. Please, I truly regret it. Don’t punish me… I was forced…”
At the mention of Vanessa’s name, my grip on the phone tightened dangerously. The
plastic creaked in protest.
“Vanessa Reed told you to do this?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm.
(Connor’s POV)
“Yes, yes, it was all Miss Reed’s doing,” Heather Phillips rushed to confirm. “I really didn’t know Miss Winters‘ identity. Please forgive me.”
I ended the call without another word, setting the phone down with careful control. The rage building inside me was cold and precise–not the hot, unthinking anger of
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youth, but the calculated fury of an Alpha whose mate had been deliberately
targeted.
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Frank stood silently by my desk, his posture rigid. I could smell the nervous sweat
beading on his forehead as he sensed the dangerous shift in my mood.
The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken tension. When I finally
spoke, my voice was like ice.
“Investigate Vanessa. From the day Olivia returned to Riverdale, track all her contacts,
her financial records, and her movements.”
Frank swallowed visibly, wiping sweat from his brow. “Understood, President Rivers.”
(Vanessa’s POV)
Thousands of miles away in America, I paced the floor of my hotel room, anxiety gnawing at my insides. That fool Heather Phillips would undoubtedly expose me to Connor now–and everything I’d done to Olivia Winters would soon come to light.
The engagement ceremony was only days away. I couldn’t allow Connor to marry that woman. Not after all these years of loving him, of waiting for him to see me as more
than a foster sister.
Time was running out. I had to act immediately.
I grabbed my car keys and rushed out the door. There was only one person who could help me now–someone with enough power and resources to stop this wedding, no
matter what it took.
(Vanessa’s POV)
The drive to the remote estate took nearly an hour. The property was hidden behind tall iron gates and surrounded by dense forest–a perfect sanctuary for someone who
preferred to remain unseen.
I parked my car and stepped out cautiously. The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I approached the main house.
Without warning, a massive Tibetan Mastiff charged toward me from the side of the house, its powerful jaws open in a ferocious bark. The beast was enormous, with thick fur and eyes that gleamed with predatory intelligence.
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Even though it’s a dog, it looks more ferocious than most wolves.
“Ahhh-“I screamed, collapsing to the ground in terror.
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From somewhere inside the house, a lazy male voice called out, “Titan, how many times have I told you–guests are guests. Stop scaring them.”
Instantly, the mastiff stopped barking. It sat docilely, panting with its tongue out as if
it hadn’t just nearly given me a heart attack.
A tall, devastatingly handsome man sauntered out of the estate courtyard. His
features were refined and striking, but his eyes gleamed with mocking contempt as
they landed on me.
“Well, who do we have here? Turns out it’s the dog the Rivers family took in. Why are
you here?”
I scrambled shakily to my feet, shrinking away from the mastiff. Only after retreating a few steps did I manage to look up at the man and say, “Dominic, I want to ask you for
a favor.”
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