Page 141 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

She answers on the third ring.

“Hey,” she says, her voice softer than usual. Last night lingers between us, unacknowledged but present. This morning, too.

“Hi.” I clear my throat. “There’s a business dinner tonight. Important for the resort project. I need you there.”

“Oh.” A pause. “I thought we’d be done with all that now that the deal closed.”

“One last obligation. Eight o’clock at Eleven Madison Park.”

“Okay,” she says after a moment. “Should I come to the penthouse first or meet you there?”

“Penthouse,” I blurt out. I want to see her one last time.Bewith her one last time.

“Dom,” she starts, “about—”

My other line beeps. Jake Thompson. “I need to take this call. Business. I’ll see you later.”

I switch lines before she can respond, hating myself a little more.

“Thompson,” I answer.

“Got him, Boss.” Jake’s voice is clipped, professional. “Solid proof. Emails, offshore account transfers. Weiss orchestrated the supplier sabotage and spread those rumors about financial instability.”

My focus sharpens instantly. “You’re certain?”

“Beyond doubt. And we’ve got recordings of him feeding damaging information to two investors. They wore wires.”

“Motive?”

“Working for Blackwell Senior. Apparently the old man’s still pissed about Christopher kicking him off the board of his own company, and wants to lash out at anyone in his son’s orbit, best friends included. He’s backed a competing resort in Costa Rica that would have made a killing when your deal failed.”

Christopher’s father. Fucking figures. “And now?”

“His play is shot. He’ll be toxic in this town once word gets out.”

A cold satisfaction slides through me. This is something I can fix. A threat I can eliminate.

“Leak the evidence,” I order. “Anonymously. Wall Street Journal and that finance blogger Blackwell Senior hates.”

“Done.”

“And have Arthur draft the most aggressive cease and desist imaginable. Industrial espionage charges. Bury Weiss.”

“Already in progress.”

I pause, a new thought occurring. “What about Nico? Any connection?”

“No,” Jake replies. “After his lunch with Weiss, it appears Nico hasn’t had any further contact.”

“Good,” I tell him. “And thanks again, Jake.”

“That’s what you pay me the big bucks for, boss.” He disconnects.

I stand at my window, watching the city below. From up here, everything looks small. Manageable. But my guilt feels crushing.

The irony isn’t lost on me. Business threats I handle with surgical precision. One phone call and Morgan Weiss is finished. But when it comes to protecting Tatiana? I’m worse than useless.I’mthe fucking threat. The same coward who froze when Nico needed me, now actively betraying the woman who somehow slipped past every defense I built.

All because I can’t stand up to my brother.

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