Dominic stared at the files he gathered about Celeste. Her whole slate was clean. She'd even graduate from college next month.
Right before the marriage.
He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he was sure he was really afraid to lose control. He wanted her to wake up every morning to him with a smile.
But instead, all he got was her silence. Her absence. Her unfinished texts. And that damn engagement ring she refused to take off. Even though she knew the truth.
Sitting behind his desk, he tried to focus on the countless deals flooding his laptop screen. He rubbed his forehead, brushing the stray strands of hair back.
His sharp suit jacket sat perfectly over his broad shoulders. His sleeves rolled slightly to reveal the hint of an expensive watch that gleamed under the overhead light. Despite the financial warzones he fought daily, today felt heavier. And it wasn't because of the Russians.
But still, the Russian was coming.
