Chapter 24
Author: Quill
last update2026-05-20 19:18:52

Silence filled the air, heavy and tense. Hazel tried to find a more pragmatic reason to decline her mother's offer. Love alone wouldn’t convince her Flora Hades at all.

Without missing a beat, Flora’s cool voice sliced through the quiet. “It’s not about love. It’s about survival. Your competitors smell blood, Hazel. They’re circling like wolves, but Ethan could stop the bleeding—both for your company and this family. It's the only logical choice.”

The weight of Flora’s words pressed down on Haz
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