Page 60 of Wicked Praise


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Bella nodded.

“Then you know your family business is single-handedly destroying mine.”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Then why are you standing in my condo?” Blake asked, and while the hurt in her eyes made him cringe, he needed answers.

Bella was his enemy.

That wasn’t fucking okay.

“I only just found out,” she replied, her gaze dropping. “The thing is, I don’t get those shares unless I’m married.”

He barked out a laugh. “And you thought I’d marry you?”

“Fuck you, Blake!” Bella cried, pushing at his chest.

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Bella grabbed her handbag and pushed him again as she ran across the room, but not before he saw the pain and tears in her eyes.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you,” she kept saying, trying to open his door.

Shit.

What had he done? Despite the complete chaos in his head and the insanity of all of this, Blake crossed the room.

“Bella, stop!”

“What is wrong with this stupid door? Open it. Stop touching me,” she cried as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

God, this was so messed up.

“Bella, calm down. Come here,” Blake ordered and while his voice edge to it, it was clear he did not want this woman to step out that door.

Or his life.

Which made no sense, but that was all he knew.

Bella stood defeated, unable to open the door, her head bowed. “No. Please unlock it. You’ve given me your answer. Just remember you signed the NDA.”

Which meant he couldn’t tell a soul.

Not a single person.

“Just let me get my head around this,” Blake said, as she turned to face him. Tears ran down her face and he let out a soft curse.

Bella had to marry to get her inheritance.

She wasn’t the first nor the last to have that clause in a family trust. But of all the people to ask, she’d asked him.

The owner of a business who was currently being crushed to death by the very company she owned.

“Why me?” he asked.

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