Pawning My Wedding Ring to Buy His Worst Enemy

The private elevator chimed. Polished steel doors slid apart, revealing the penthouse floor of Thorne Industries.

I stepped onto the thick carpet. The torn hem of my silk dress dragged behind me, heavy with drying blood. My ruined shoes scraped against the floorboards as I moved into the reception area.

"Ma'am, you can't be here." A man in a dark suit stepped into my path.

"Move." I didn't stop walking.

"Halt!" A second guard flanked him. Metal scraped against leather. Two gun barrels pointed directly at my chest.

"Shoot me or get out of my way." I brushed past the weapons and shoved the heavy glass doors open.

The panoramic windows overlooked the glittering city skyline. At the center of the vast room sat a massive black marble desk.

Julian Thorne sat behind it.

I marched up to the smooth stone surface. I twisted the three-carat diamond off my left hand. The metal scraped over my bruised knuckle, tearing the skin further.

I slammed the ring down. The diamond bit into the marble with a sharp crack.

Julian raised his head. His eyes met mine. Solid, bottomless black.

My throat tightened, turning completely dry. A faint tremor traveled up my calves, shaking my knees beneath the ruined silk. But the moment his emotionless gaze locked onto me, every muscle in my body snapped rigid. I refused to show weakness.

"Put the guns away," Julian told the guards.

"Sir, she bypassed security—"

"Leave us." His voice didn't rise, but the men vanished instantly, pulling the glass doors shut behind them.

I dragged a harsh breath into my lungs. "I need capital. And I need your protection."

Julian leaned back in his leather chair. "You bleed on my desk, demand my money, and expect me to play bodyguard?"

"I expect you to make a profitable investment." I planted my uninjured hand on the marble, leaning closer. "Arthur is plotting a hostile takeover of my company. He wants the offshore accounts."

"Arthur is your husband."

"Arthur is a dead man walking."

Julian tilted his head. "Lovers' quarrel?"

"He rigged my brakes tonight and planned my funeral." I pointed at the ring sitting between us. "I survived. Now I'm going to ruin him."

"A compelling sob story. But I run an empire, Cora. Not a charity."

"I have his ledgers."

Julian stopped moving. His eyes sharpened, locking onto my face.

"I know exactly how he funneled fifty million out of his shell corporations," I told him, keeping my tone flat. "I have the account numbers. The routing codes. The forged signatures."

"He hid those tracks well. My people spent months looking."

"Your people don't share his bed. I do."

"Did," Julian corrected.

"I can give you the core financial loopholes that will tear his entire network apart."

"Why bring this to me?"

"Because you hate him as much as I do." I gripped the edge of the desk. "You want his shipping routes. I want him on the street with nothing."

"You want revenge."

"I want annihilation."

Julian picked up a silver pen, turning it between his fingers. "Arthur will come looking for you. He thinks you drove off a cliff."

"Let him look. When he realizes I'm alive, he'll try to finish the job."

"Which is where my protection comes in."

"Yes."

"And my capital?"

"To buy up his debt," I answered immediately. "I will give you the exact dates his loans default. You swoop in, acquire the notes, and call them in all at once. He won't survive the crash."

Julian stood up. He towered over the desk, casting a long shadow over me. "You are asking me to start a war with the city's largest logistics firm."

"I am handing you the key to their vault."

"You are handing me a mess." Julian walked around the marble barrier. He didn't wear a jacket, just a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. "Arthur is desperate. Desperate men make unpredictable enemies."

"He isn't unpredictable. He's greedy." I turned to face him. "He wants my ten million dollar life insurance policy. He wants my shares. He wants to marry his assistant."

"Ah." Julian stopped a few feet away. "The assistant. Maya, isn't it?"

"You know her?"

"I know everyone who poses a threat to my business." He crossed his arms over his chest. "She's careless. Leaves a paper trail on every luxury purchase."

"Arthur bought her a silk dress for my funeral today."

"Generous of him."

"He paid for it using our joint account." I let out a dry, humorless laugh. "So, he traded me in for a newer model, using my own money. And you want to know if I'm heartbroken?"

"I want to know if you're fully committed to ruining him."

"This isn't about heartbreak!" My voice cracked, echoing loudly against the glass walls. I swallowed hard, forcing the sound back down. "This is about survival. He tried to kill me."

"And yet, here you stand."

"I hit the emergency brake right before the drop." I squeezed my injured hand into a fist. Fresh blood welled up from the cut on my palm. "Spun the car into the canyon wall. Walked away before it caught fire."

"You walked five miles in those shoes?"

"I would have crawled over broken glass if it meant destroying him."

Julian stared at me. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. He didn't offer sympathy. He didn't offer a chair. He simply observed me like a puzzle he hadn't decided whether to solve or discard.

"You say you have his ledgers," Julian challenged. "Where are they?"

"In a secure cloud server. I memorized the encryption key."

"Give it to me."

"Not until we have a deal."

Julian scoffed. "You walk into my office looking like a slaughterhouse victim, demanding millions, and you refuse to show proof?"

"The proof is my life!" I slammed my hand on the desk again. Pain flared up my arm, but I ignored it. "If I didn't have the ledgers, I would be at the bottom of a ravine right now! I took them from his private safe three days ago. That's why he tampered with my brakes tonight. He realized they were gone."

Julian raised an eyebrow. "He knew you took them?"

"He suspected. He couldn't prove it, so he decided to eliminate the problem entirely."

"A permanent solution to a temporary inconvenience." Julian nodded slowly. "Arthur always lacked finesse."

"I don't need your critiques on his character. I need an answer."

"Impatience will get you killed, Cora."

"Waiting will get me killed."

Julian stepped closer. The scent of sandalwood and cold rain surrounded him, a sharp contrast to the motor oil still clinging to my skin. "You are asking me to tear apart a man you swore to love until death."

"He invoked the death clause first."

"Are you prepared for the fallout?" Julian asked, his voice dropping an octave. "When I dismantle his company, innocent people will lose their jobs. His associates will go to prison. His entire legacy will be erased."

"Burn it all to the ground."

"Look at me."

I kept my eyes locked on his.

"You won't flinch?" he pushed. "When he begs you for mercy, you won't remember the vows you took?"

"The only thing I remember is the sound of him kissing his assistant while he planned my funeral."

Julian studied my face. He searched for a lie, a crack in my armor. He found nothing but rage.

"Good," he finally said.

"Your hand is bleeding," he observed quietly.

"It's nothing."

"It's making a mess." He gestured to the drops falling onto his floor.

"Will you do it?" I demanded, refusing to let him change the subject. "Will you fund the buyout?"

"Your husband is ruthless, Cora. If I back you, I become his primary target."

"You've been trying to crush him for years. I am giving you the ammunition to finally do it."

"True." Julian paced slowly toward the windows, looking out at the city lights. "But right now, Arthur thinks he has won. Tomorrow morning, the police will find a wrecked Porsche. They will assume you are dead."

"Good. Let him plan the funeral. Let him think he got away with it."

"You'll need a place to stay." Julian turned back to me. "A place where his people can't find you."

"I can handle myself."

"No, you can't." His voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. "If you work with me, you disappear. You don't contact your friends. You don't access your bank accounts. You become a ghost until I decide it's time for you to resurrect."

"I am not your prisoner."

"You will be my guest." He closed the distance between us again. "Under my roof. Surrounded by my security."

I stared up at him. "You want to keep me locked away."

"I want to keep my investment safe."

"Fine. I'll stay wherever you want. Just give me the money to buy his debt."

"I will give you fifty million."

My eyes widened. "That's more than enough."

"It is exactly enough to drown him." Julian reached toward the desk. He picked up the diamond ring I had thrown. He held it up to the light, inspecting the gem.

"Three carats. Flawless cut."

"Sell it. Keep it. I don't care."

Julian dropped the ring. It clattered into a heavy crystal ashtray, discarded like trash.

He reached out again. This time, he pressed his index finger against the marble desk, right where my blood had pooled. He dragged his fingertip through the crimson liquid, smearing it across the dark stone.

He lifted his hand, staring at the red coating his skin.

"You want me to be your knife," Julian stated, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

"Yes."

He stepped closer, invading my space completely. His gaze dropped to my throat, then locked back onto my eyes.

"The price is wearing my collar." He rubbed the blood between his thumb and finger. "Are you ready?"