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    A knot of unease settled in Rosie’s chest. If she refused to back Maxley’s campaign and he lost his bid for the throne, her future would dim as well. So, despite the sickness she felt at seeing Maxley with Bonita, she continued to provide him withrge sums of money to support him.


    However, she refused to use a single share of the Harper Group.


    The dividends would be released at the year’s end. With weeks still left on the calendar, she had already decided that she would never use them for Maxley’s cause. That money would remain a safeguard for her, no matter how desperate Maxley became.


    Later that night, a group of politicians pledged their loyalty to Maxley, all thanks to Rosie’s efforts and her money.


    Close to midnight, Maxley finally returned from an evening of wining and dining. Light spilled from under Rosie’s door, so he knocked before stepping inside.


    “Honey, everything I’ve gained is because of your support, and I can’t thank you enough,” he said.


    Rosie, still angry with him, let the sharp edge of her voice cut through. “You’re my husband; you don’t need to thank me. We’re bound together, whether in triumph or ruin, aren’t we?”


    Maxley drew her into his arms and brushed a kiss across her forehead. Rosie recoiled, the memory of Bonita’s moans still lingering in her mind. She shoved him away. “I don’t feel well.”


    “Are you jealous?” Maxley asked, his voice softening. “Rosie, no matter how many wives I take in the years ahead, you’ll always hold the highest ce in my heart. I’d be nothing without you, and I know that better than anyone.”<fn97df> Readplete version only at Find[?]ovel</fn97df>


    Rosie admitted that his wordsforted her, yet the image of him lying with Bonita clung to her like a curse. epting it felt unbearable, but she allowed his closeness anyway, knowing that nights like this would only multiply. She forced herself to bear everything.


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    Lately, a sharp ache had been pressing against her chest. Yesterday, she had gone to the hospital, where the physician had warned her to ease her burdens and guard against stress.


    She felt the effects of her stress manifesting as physical difort, likely aggravated by Maxley’s behavior.


    If she let things continue like this, her health would only deteriorate further. She knew she had to address the root of the problem.


    By the following morning, Rosie made her way to TechNova Electronics, the most powerful corporation in Plieca.


    Inside the conference room, executives from her eight differentpanies had gathered.


    “We’re backing Maxley’s campaign for the crown. I’ve seen the effort each of you has put into it. When the year closes, a generous reward will await you. I appreciate everything you’ve done,” Rosie said.


    Coleman Juarez, a middle-aged man, let out a warmugh. “If Prince Maxley rises to the throne, the gains for us will be immeasurable. We all recognize that, and we’ll give everything we have to help him win.” The others voiced theirmitment as well.


    Pleased with their responses, Rosie leaned forward. “At present, I’m facing a delicate problem that I need your help with.”


    Coleman straightened his posture, his tone shifting to one of seriousness. “Please share it with us. Together, we can devise a solution. With so many minds here, nothing is beyond our reach.”


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