- 1.
I died on one of the coldest winter nights.
I thought I could hold on until spring, but Nick didn’t want to wait.
With no anesthesia, he sliced open my chest, his scalpel cutting in bit by bit, and my blood poured out like a fountain. It still didn’t satisfy him. Raising his arm, he drove the cold blade right into my heart.
The pain nearly made me pass out. I struggled to ask, “Why?”
I really couldn’t understand, Nick and I were childhood friends, our families inseparable. My father had supported the Holt Group all these years, helping Nick rise to the top. Even after he took over the company, we never took advantage of our connection.
And yet he manipulated the market, spread scandals, and drove my family the Jensens, to ruin.
“Why, Nick?” I gasped, gripping his tie with all my strength.
Nick stared into my eyes, as if I’d somehow betrayed him, even though he was the one killing me.
“This is what you owe Ella,” he said, his cold voice more frigid than the wind outside.
Ella? Ella Snow?
The name stirred an old memory, and slowly, her fragile, tear–streaked face came to mind. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
It had been ten years.
So Nick had never forgotten her. He actually blamed her death on me, on the entire Jensen family.
“Nick, you really are a
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