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Chapter 50: Face-Slapped
Author: Nathan Emorey
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“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lena spat, stepping closer, her heels stabbing the marble. “Don’t you dare bring up my business like you still own me, Rowan. You’re nothing, a nobody who got lucky with a suit and a helicopter. I made myself. I built Obsidian Tech. Me! Not you, with your quiet fraud change and your pathetic little secrets.”

Rowan’s eyes glinted, a storm brewing behind that infuriating calm. He didn’t move, didn’t raise his voice, but his presence filled the hallway like a tidal wave. “Built it?” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Lena, when I found you, you were crawling. A broke assistant with a fake smile, drowning in debt, begging for a chance. I paid for your throne. Every salon bill, every designer dress, every door that opened for you—I bought it with my ‘freelance money’. And you? You spat in my face and called it ambition.”

The words hit like a slap, each one landing harder than the last. Lena’s face flushed, her chest heaving as she fough
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