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    “When can we tell people about us?” he asked, gazing at her with almost childlike sincerity. Hisshes fluttered as he blinked, and his tone turned intive.


    “Chrissie, how long are we going to keep sneaking around? You’re not nning to keep me a secret forever, are you?” He sounded like a spoiled child begging for attention, his arms wrappingzily around her waist.


    “That depends on how you behave,” Christina said, releasing his nose with a yful wink.


    Dn tightened his hold on her, drawing her closer until the tips of their noses brushed.


    “How should I behave then?” he murmured, his voice low and rough,ced with a warmth that made her pulse quicken.


    Christina’s lips curved slightly, parting as if to answer.


    But before a word could form, Dn leaned in and captured her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss.


    She responded instinctively, the sweetness deepening with each heartbeat until the air between them turned molten. A heat spread through the room, urging them closer, dissolving thest sliver of space between them.


    Christina found herself lifted onto hisp, her arms sliding naturally around his neck.


    She lowered her head as he tilted his up, their lips meeting again in an unhurried rhythm, savoring each other’s nearness.


    At Bayview Estates, Brendon stared at the news on his phone, his expression tightening with disbelief.


    The Hubbard and Miller families—joining forces against the Scotts—all for one woman?


    Had theypletely lost their minds?


    And with Christina now shielded by two powerful families, what use did she have for him anymore?


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    Every one of his carefullyid ns had crumbled. Brendon had counted on Christina buckling under pressure, crawling back when things got too hard.


    But instead, the impossible had happened—the Hubbard and Miller families had united to protect her.


    And as if that weren’t enough, her protégés had stepped forward too, vowing their unconditional support.


    Her fiercely loyal fans had already taken up arms online,unching a full-scale boycott against the Scott Group.


    It was madness.


    Brendon’s fingers tightened around his phone, his jaw clenched as he sank into thought,pletely unaware of Ynda’s silent approach.


    She slipped onto the couch beside him, her gaze darting to the glowing screen. Her eyes narrowed, fists curling as her teeth ground together—that wretched Christina again.


    How could that woman alwaysnd on her feet, surrounded by people willing to fight for her? Even Brendon—whom Ynda believed she’d already won back—was drifting toward her rival once more.


    She bit her lip, a dark gleam shing in her eyes. If she couldn’t have Brendon, then no one would.


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