There was a commotion right outside the office. Dean’s assistant burst in, voice tight with panic. “Mr. Sparrow—”
“Get out!” Dean didn’t even look over his shoulder. The door slammed shut in a heartbeat.
“It hurts… Dean, it hurts so much…” Evelina was curled up on the floor, shaking from the pain. Tears and cold sweat ran down her face.
Dean crouched in front of her, pressing his shoe even harder against her hand. His eyes were red and wild as he glared at her.
“So you know what pain feels like?” His voice was ice.
“Did you ever stop to think about how much my mother suffered? She lost more than just a few fingers…”
Evelina shook her head desperately. “I was wrong, I swear, I’m sorry—”
“You don’t even know what being sorry means. You’re just like your mother—poisoned to the core. Cruel, through and through.”
He grabbed her collar and yanked her up until their faces were almost touching.
“Because of you, I can’t even face Emmy anymore.”
“She and I could have had a lifetime together. We could have been happy. We could have had a child—someone smart like her, maybe even a little like me. No, not like me. God, not as stupid as I was.”
“But you ruined everything.”
“You destroyed my whole world with your own hands.”
Evelina was sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath, her voice hoarse and shattered. “I know I was wrong… please, Dean, it hurts, it really hurts…”
Dean closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the rage was gone, replaced by something cold and empty.
“Kill you? That would be too easy.”
“From now on, Evelina, I’ll show you what it means to live a life worse than death.”
He let go of her and pulled his foot away.
Evelina curled up, hugging her bleeding fingers to her chest, trying to warm them with shaky breaths.
Dean didn’t give her another glance. He turned and walked to the door.
His assistant was waiting outside, barely daring to breathe.
“Get her out of here,” Dean said, voice flat. “She’s banned from Sparrow Group. For good.”
“Sparrow Group isn’t what it was six months ago.”
His voice sharpened, every word cutting.
“I was going to hand you the presidency next year, Father. I was ready to make it happen.”
“But if you’re really that clueless… maybe I’ll find someone else to support.”
He hung up.
There was no way he’d miss next year’s big election.
He’d built Sparrow Group from the ground up, cleared the path for his father to step into power, made sure everything was perfect.
Who could have guessed his shrewd, calculating father would turn into a lovesick fool?
And for the woman who destroyed Dean’s mother, no less.
There was no way he could swallow that. Not now. Not ever.

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