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She completely disregarded his warning, her gaze sweeping across the opulent see as her rice rose deliberately.
“Look at all this extravagance!” she announced, loud enough for nearly guests to tum Those are Juliet roses – two thousand dollars per stem! And you’ve filled the entire place with them. Thar carpet? Custom Persian silk that costs more than most people’s homes. The chandelles, the artwork… you’ve spent millions on this single party for her! Not to mention all those Cartier Bags piled high with gifts!”
Her voice vibrated with undisguised rage and jealousy, each word laced with venom. Danne remained motionless, his expression unnervingly calm as nearby conversations dropped to kushed whispers.
Marcus and Tyler rushed forward, panic evident in their eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” Marcus muttered, grabbing Darcy’s arm. “We’ve talked about this already. Wolf is only with Rosalie because she’s Alistair Lima’s sister. You know exactly who Lima is–the asshole who’s been trying to destroy Wolf’s projects for years. This is business, not personal He’s using her
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Tyler jumped in desperation eviden in his forced smile. “Miss frown, please. There are a hundred photographers outside. Think of the headlines. Ler’s handle this privately
Darcy violently jerked away from their grasp. “Get your hands off mer Her voice rose another octave “Why should I be the one hiding? I’m his fiancée–our families have a contract yet I’m forced to pretend I don’t exist while this… this dancer gets treated like royalty? I’m a Brown! My family has been New York aristocracy for generations!
She whirled back to Bante, who hadn’t moved a muscle, his face an impenetrable mask. “Tell everyone the truth, Dante. Tell them you’re only using Rosalie Lima. Tell them you feel nothing for
her. TILL THEM
She stared at him with such intensity it seemed she might combust, demanding a response with every fiber of her being.
But Dante remained eerily silent, regarding her with cold detachment, as if she were a mildly interesting stranger making a scene at a restaurant.
His friends grew increasingly frantic, Jason grabbed his arm. “Wolf, say something! She’s about to blow everything!”
“Just tell her what you told us yesterday,” Tyler urged in a harsh whisper. “One sentence and this
goes away.”
“Wolf, for fuck’s sake,” Marcus pleaded, eyes darting nervously around the room. “Just repeat what you’ve been saying for three years and end this trainwreck!”
Yet Dante remained stubbornly, unnervingly silent, his expression utterly closed off.
Tears finally spilled down Darcy’s cheeks, ruining her perfect makeup. “Fine. You want to be like that? I don’t care about your stupid revenge anymore. I want you to end things with her right now. Choose me. MARRY ME!”
Her voice cracked as she launched into their history. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve loved you? Since that charity gala when I was sixteen years old!”
“You stood there in your Tom Ford suit, holding court like New York royalty, making everyone else in the room disappear. I couldn’t look away. For eight years, I’ve been right here, waiting, watching, even when you couldn’t be bothered to remember my name at parties. When our fathers arranged this merger–this marriage–I thought I’d finally won. Do you understand? I would give you
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Her voice rose to a war scream as the delivered her attimatum: “Dante, I swear to Gort, you will breaks with her today, or make are both our families know exactly what kind of game you’ve
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