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Sunlight streamed into the penthouse diningroom, glintingoff the silver
and crystal. The air was quiet, filled only with the gentle clink of a fork
against porcelain and the rustle of newspaper pages.

Anissa sliced into a perfectly poached egg, the golden yolk spilling over
a bed of smoked salmon and hollandaise. She savored the bite, a small,
genuinepleasure ina world that had, for the first time, become peaceful.
Across the long marble table, Harding sat, seemingly engrossed in the
Wall Street Joumal. The morning light caught the gold rims of his
glasses, but his gray-blue eyes were unreadable, as always. He hadnt
said a word about her confrontation with the Roy family, yet a team of
his lawyers was already systematically dismantling their financial
empire.

Eleanor, the head butler, approached the table, her steps silent on the
polished floor. She leaned down and whisperedsomethinginto Harding's
ear, her expression carefully neutral but tinged with a hint of trouble
Harding folded his newspaper with a crisp snap and placed it beside his
coffee cup. He looked at Anissa his gaze direct.

“Connoris makinga scene inthe lobby of my building” he stated, hisvoice
calm, as if discussingthe weather.

Anissas fork paused mid-air. A flicker of profound annoyance, of sheer
exhaustion with the man's existence, crossed her face. It was a fleeting
shadow, quickly replaced by a cold resolve.

“If he's determined to die” she said, her voice quiet but sharp, "then let
himdie."

A ghost of a smile touched Harding's lips. It didn't reach his eyes, but it
was there. He pressed a small, discreet button on the underside of the
table.

“Alex,” he said into a hiddenspeaker. ‘Let one call throughto Mrs. Snow's
personal phone From my nephew.

A few seconds later, the new phoneHarding had givenher, resting on the
table beside her plate, began to vibrate. The screen lit up with a name
she thought she had erased from her life.

Connor Snow.

She stared at it, a relic from a buried past. Harding gave her a slight nod,
an unspokenpermission an encouragement. She pressed the green icon
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and activated the speakerphone

The serene momingwas instantly shattered,

"ANISSA! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? WHAT KIND OF SICK GAME ARE
YOUPLAYING?YOUGET YOURASS DOWN HERE AND YOUCOME HOME,
RIGHT NOW!

Connor's voice, raw and hysterical, blasted from the small device,
echoingoff the marble and glass.

Anissa didn't respond. She simply looked at Harding her expression a
perfect mask of indifference The man on the phone was a stranger
screaming into the void.

Her silence seemed to unnerve Connor His tone shifted, softening
slightly, but the arrogance was still there, thick and suffocating,

“Look, | know you're angry,” he said, his voice strained with forced
patience. "I get it. But this has gone far enough | can forgive you for this...
this stunt.

Anissa finally picked up her fork again. "You're mistaken, Connor” she
said, her voice as cool and smooth as the polishedmarble. "I'mnot angry."
“Then what is it? Money?" he shot back, his voice risingagain. ‘Is that it?
You want more? | told Felicity I'd buy you the Fifth Avenue place. Is that
not enough?*

A small, humorless laugh escaped her lips. The sound was like ice
scraping against glass, and it seemed to physically wound him through
the phone

"| don't need your apartment, Connor’ she said, takinganother deliberate
bite of her breakfast. "| already own the building'

A choked, strangled sound came from the other end. "That's bullshit!
That's my grandfather's! It's all a show, a lie you cooked up with him to
punishme! You are my fiancée, Anissal You belong to me!"

His possessive rage was a familiar poison But before she could deliver
the final, cutting blow, a large, warm hand covered hers, gently takingthe
phone

Harding lifted it to his mouth. His voice was low, a deep rumble that
carried an absolute, lethal authority.

"Mr. Snow," he said, the honorific drippingwith contempt. "I believe you
need to adjust your vocabulary.”

The line went dead silent. The only soundwas Connorsragged, panicked
breathing He recognized his uncles voice.

“She is my wife now," Harding continued his tone dropping even lower,
each word a hammer blow. "Your aunt. Your superior. If you harass her
again, you will face consequences beyond your limited imagination

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Connor, in a last, desperate gasp of defiance, managed to stammer,
"Uncle... don't let her fool you. She's a manipulative bitch just trying to
climb the ladder
Harding's response was a short, cold laugh, He ended the call.
He handed the phoneto Eleanor. "Have this number permanently blocked
from all Snow networks. And dispose of this device. We'll get Mrs. Snow
a new one.”
Anissa watched him a strange, unfamiliar feeling blooming in her chest.
It felt like safety. But it was tangled with the cold reality of their
contract. This was a businesstransaction. He was protecting an asset.
“Was that necessary?" she asked, her voice soft. "He is your nephew"
Harding walked around the table until he stood behind her chair, He
placed his hands on her shoulders, his touch firm and grounding The
warmth seeped through the thin cashmere of her sweater.
"When it comes to protecting you,” he said, his voice a low murmur just
for her, ‘there is no such thingas ‘too much’.
As if on cue, his executive assistant entered the diningroom, holding a
freshly printed document. He placed ít on the table in front of Anissa.
‘Madam,’ the assistant said with a respectful bow. “A draft of the
restraining order against Mr. Connor Snow. It has been prepared by our
legal team. Should he attempt to contact or approach you again, he will
face immediate federal charges." \
Anissa looked down at the crisp, legal paper. Her name and Connor's
separated bya wall of unforgivinglegal text. She ran her fingeralong the
edge of the paper, feeling the sharp finality of it. This was the power
Harding wielded. Effortless . Absolute.
She took a deep breath. She picked up the pen offered by the assistant
and signed her name at the bottom, the ink a dark, definitive slash. A
final severing of a tie that had once been a noose around her neck.
Miles away, in the cold, sterile lobby of the Snow Industries tower,
Connor stared at his phone the disconnected call screen mocking him
A guttural scream of pure, impotent fury ripped from his lungs. He threw
the phone against the marble floor, where it shattered into a thousand
pieces.
He had lost her. And now, the law was coming for him

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