Almost a Wife Never His Love novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blackthorn Group’s boardroom, the sky a bruised gray.

Projected numbers flickered like knives flaying the century-old empire alive.

“Another trading halt,” the CFO rasped. “Banks terminated credit lines. They demand immediate repayment.”

The Board’s stares-once obsequious-now pinned Zane with naked contempt.

“Mr. Blackthorn!” Director Mitchel slammed the table. “Ivy Callahan’s leaks! Explain this disaster!”

Zane’s knuckles pressed white against the mahogany.

Three days. He’d let Ivy walk, shackled by her threats. She’d vanished-then detonated every piece of damning evidence

online.

“Location?” His voice scraped raw.

The assistant kept his eyes lowered. “Security cameras tracked her to the airport, sir-but her boarding records were

scrubbed. Swiss Bank confirmed she liquidated the last $30 million.”

Silence, thick as a shroud.

Zane snatched his jacket. Stood.

“Sir! The meeting isn’t-”

“Adjourned.”

The elevator plunged to the garage.

Zane slid behind the wheel. His phone glowed to life-Scarlett Design Studio’s address pulsed across the shadowed

leather.

Nova pushed through the studio’s glass door-and froze.

Zane stood in the reception area.

His suit was rumpled defeat. Stubble shadowed his jawline. Seeing her, desperate hope flared in his bloodshot eyes.

“Nova.”

The name made her brow arch. She handed her umbrella to an assistant. “Mr. Blackthorn. Business?”

His throat worked. “Privately?”

“Here is fine.” Nova nodded the assistant away but didn’t invite him further. “I have a meeting in five.”

Rain dripped from his hair, darkening the rug.

The woman who once left lights burning for him now withheld even a glass of water.

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“The Blackthorn Group is finished.” His voice rasped like rusted iron. “You were right about the poison Saint.” For the first time, his head bowed over the coat of arms on the wheel. “I need the Sterling assets..”

Nova gave a soft, derisive huff. She looked up from her sketches. “A loan, then?”

“Not just capital.” Zane stepped closer. “Sterling’s political leverage. Your connections. Only you would-”

“I would help you?” Nova closed her portfolio. Her gaze turned arctic. “Have you forgotten? We. Are. Divorced.”

The words were a physical blow.

He seized her wrist. “I treated you well! Name your price! Anything!”

Nova’s eyes dropped to his grip. A cold smile touched her lips. “Bargaining now, Mr. Blackthorn? How quaint. Saving your

empire holds zero appeal.”

“Nova!” His voice shattered. “Please…”

The man who never begged stood before her, eyes red-rimmed.

For a heartbeat, Nova remembered her own countless nights waiting in that same desperate posture.

“Please’?” Her laugh was brittle. “I pleaded too. Many times. But some prayers,” she met his agonized stare, “simply go

unanswered. Mine did. Yours will too.”

Each syllable was a scalpel, carving truth he couldn’t deny.

“Zane.” Nova picked up her briefcase. “Your downfall? Tragic. Not my responsibility.”

She moved toward the exit, spine steel-straight. “As you so often reminded-melt was just business. Never confuse it with

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