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Briseis is very perceptive, and while she’s nice, she’s my brother’s wife, which means she can’t know anything important when it comes to me—for now.
Either tell me what you want or I’m going to block your number.
I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You do remember I know about your secret, right?
It won’t be a secret for long, and besides, blackmailing me will hardly accomplish anything. I don’t react to it well.
I’d say men in your family don’t react to it well. They are ruthless, cunning, and powerful. You’re none of those things. Hard to accept, I imagine.
This freaking guy has some nerve! The gloves are officially off.
It’s interesting how much you know about my family. I wonder if it’s natural curiosity or if you try to compensate for the fact that yours wants nothing to do with you. After all, they love us and despise you.
It’s probably the meanest thing I’ve ever said to someone, but my blood is boiling from all this, plus my nerves at the prospect of telling Florian the truth. Now I really have no choice and have to do it tonight.
Florian and Maxwell have some personal beef too, which exceeded that of their fathers. They are the same age and had a lot of fights back in school, and whenever they mingled in the same company, everyone gave them a wide berth.
The only difference between them is that Florian ended up in a tight group of friends while Maxwell stayed a loner most of the time, hiding his affections well.
I see your baby is already affecting your character. Acting like an asshole is in a Price’s blood.
Anger sparks up inside me because fuck him.
Watch it, Maxwell. Try to insult my baby again, and I’ll show you how ruthless I can truly be.
Relax, mama. I would have preferred to have this conversation in private, but I have a feeling you’ll refuse. Pity if you ask me.
Then it’s good I’m not asking.
Touché, darling.
I grit my teeth at the endearment, but my jaw drops at what he types next, my fingers freezing and hovering over the display as I blink several times, hoping I read it wrong.
Except I haven’t.
Let’s get married.
Have you lost your mind?
This is a rather rhetorical question since he’s known to act like a complete psycho most of the time, especially during takeovers.
Nope. This marriage will be beneficial for both of us. In more ways than one actually. If you’d like to discuss it further, we can meet up so you can understand my point more clearly.
I repeat, have you lost your mind? I’ve never spoken to you until now, and you’re proposing marriage? You think what? I might be pregnant, but I don’t need a husband, okay? So whatever stupid revenge plan against my uncle and Florian you have…find someone else to use for it. And FYI? I won’t keep this conversation a secret, and don’t bother blackmailing me. It won’t end well for you.
I have no time to read all that. I assume it’s a long form of no. Think about it, Jimena. Consider it a business arrangement between two parties who have one goal in mind.
We have no mutual goals. And if it’s some kind of a trick to get me into your bed…
I shudder at just the idea of him touching me.
You’re a beautiful woman, darling. I’m not into family double dipping, though. No offense.
Go to hell, Maxwell.
Hell is here on earth. Sooner or later, you’ll understand it, and when you do…you have my number. This proposition has an expiration date, though. I’ll give you three days to make up your mind.
Don’t hold your breath.
