Scorned Queen Part One (Wall Street Empire – Strictly Business #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Wall Street Empire - Strictly Business Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
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She loved him all her life. Then she hated him. Now she’s in a whirlwind affair with him, playing his fake fiancée, when the history and the passion between them is anything but fake. But his father has always thought she was beneath him. He’s always wanted her gone and over. And that’s just what he intends now. To end her. And he almost succeeds. For a moment there, he does succeed. But there is no wrath like a woman in love and a woman scorned.

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Chapter One

Damion

My father and I stare at each other, and the silent battle we wage on each other is no less fierce than two boxers in the final round of a championship match. Because that’s what this is, but the battle is not for a belt, but rather controlling interest of Mary Morrison’s company.

My father thinks showing up at the table where Alana and I are wining and dining Mary to win her trust, will destroy my plan to save her company rather than gut it and sell it off, like he would dictate it to the board. It will not. The board is on my side, ready to go from sharks who gut businesses to a company that develops success and takes a piece of the profit for helping it happen in a long-term fashion that ultimately means more profit.

He’s a raider, pure and simple, a “man” who makes money by destroying people’s dreams and hard work. The worst of it is that I almost let him turn me into his mini me, but no more. I’m not like him. I will not operate on his terms. Never again. “You’re not invited, father,” I say. “Leave.”

“Did you really think members of the board wouldn’t tell me you planned to out me?” he asks, all cool and calm, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Did you really think what they said to your face is what they meant? I thought I taught you better.”

The problem for him, I think, is they didn’t just say it, they signed off on it. I glance at Mary. “Nothing has changed.”

“And yet, it has,” she says, shoving her chair back from the table and standing, her long gray hair draping her shoulders. “We’re done here.” Mary rotates and starts walking.

Alana is already on her feet, tracking Mary with rapid steps, as they both head in the direction of the door. “She can’t save Mary for you,” my father states, drawing my sharp gaze to his as he adds, “but you can save, Alana.”

A chill as icy as an artic breeze slides down my spine at the obvious threat, and I go stiff, doing so because I know things my father has done. Bad things, horrible things, you don’t come back from, and he doesn’t care.

The fact that my father is sitting here, at this table is meant to panic her and check me. I’m beyond being checked. I’m beyond being caged. Mary is another story. She took his bait, and she ran with it, ready to drown in the muddy waters of his bullshit.

My father thinks he’s won, but he hasn’t.

Now it’s my turn to be amused. I smirk and meet his stare. “Who’s going to save you, father?” I ask.

“I thought I already made that clear. The board. You don’t own them.” He leans in closer. “I do. And you’d be smart not to forget that.” He pushes to his feet and walks toward the door.

I don’t move. That’s what he wants. A reaction.

We both know he’s walking toward the door where Alana could end up his target, but despite everything inside me that makes me want to place myself between him and her, it would be a mistake. If I allow him to see her as a delicate creature that I’ll protect with a proverbial shield and sword, my father will see blood.

Alana’s blood.

And this, right here, this night and the target it’s put on Alana’s back, is why I stayed away from her, but that ship has sailed. She’s mine. And she’s strong enough to stand beside me against my father and my enemies. But she needs to believe that herself. That means she needs to know I believe in her.

I force myself to count to twenty and then I flag the waiter and hand him my credit card. I’m cool on the outside, but inside I’m pure fury ready to be unleashed. And if my father steps wrong where Alana is concerned, I’ll show him that the cold, ruthless part of me he created isn’t dead. It’s just waiting on him.

Chapter Two

Alana

My heart flutters as I race after Mary, desperate to reassure her that Damion is on her side and that he’s legitimately eager to aid her quest to save Morrison Enterprises. Adrenaline is not my friend, as my knees wobble a bit, and I worry as much about what is happening between Damion and his father as I do about what’s before me with Mary. I don’t know what is in the past between them fully, but I remember the way he manipulated and controlled Damion in his youth. I know even if it’s been glossed over by Damion, that he became something he isn’t proud of, followed in his father’s footsteps, and became a version of a man he never wanted to know as himself.


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