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Chapter 599
Chapter 599:
Cole came down the stairs in a stark black suit with no tie. His face was completely expressionless — not the controlled blankness of a man managing his emotions, but the true emptiness of someone who has already made a decision and is simply executing it. In his hand he held a thin black digital tablet. His eyes found her and stayed there with the cold, detached focus of someone performing an unpleasant but necessary task.
Alycia’s stomach turned over once, but she pushed through it. She stepped toward him, reaching for his arm.
“Cole, darling,” she said, keeping her voice soft and warm. “This place is so beautiful. Are we p>
Cole twisted sharply away from her reaching hands, the movement so sudden and so filled with physical revulsion that Alycia stumbled forward, grasping at empty air. Her smile locked in place on her face like something frozen.
Cole walked past her to the marble wet bar. He poured two fingers of whiskey, set the glass down, and picked up a thick manila envelope that had been sitting beside it. He crossed the room and dropped it onto the glass coffee table with a heavy, deliberate thud. He placed the tablet on top.
He looked at her.
“Read it,” he said. His voice came from somewhere low and cold and entirely final. “And then sign it p>
S𝘁𝗈𝘳𝘪е𝘴 yo𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝘁 𝗉𝘂𝗍 𝖽o𝗐ո 𝘰𝗇
Alycia stared at the thick manila envelope resting on the glass table. Her heart began hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs. The cold, dead look in Cole’s eyes sent a sharp spike of pure panic straight down her spine.
She forced a stiff, unnatural laugh. “Cole, what is this? A prenuptial agreement? You know I don’t care about the money p>
“Open it,” Cole interrupted. His voice cracked like a whip in the silent room.
Alycia’s hands were visibly trembling as she reached out. She unwound the red string sealing the envelope and slid the heavy stack of papers free.
The first document on top was a thick, embossed property deed. Her eyes scanned the bold text. It was the deed to this exact Fifth Avenue penthouse — and the designated owner’s line was blank, waiting for a signature.
A massive wave of relief washed over her, followed swiftly by greed. She looked up, a triumphant smile breaking across her face. “Oh, Cole! You bought this for me? It’s perfect p>
Cole didn’t move a muscle. He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Keep reading p>
Alycia eagerly flipped to the second document. It was a financial ledger from a Cayman Islands bank, detailing the establishment of an irrevocable offshore trust. The principal amount was ten million dollars.
Her breathing quickened. A penthouse and ten million in cash. A king’s ransom.
But then her manicured finger turned to the final document at the bottom of the stack. Its title was printed in stark, aggressive black ink: IRREVOCABLE NON-DISCLOSURE AND SEVERANCE OF RELATIONSHIP AGREEMENT.
Alycia’s triumphant smile died instantly.
The blood drained from her face so quickly she felt dizzy. The paper trembled in her hands.
“Severance?” she whispered, her voice high and tight with terror. She looked up at Cole, her eyes wide. “Cole… what does this mean p>
Cole lowered his whiskey glass and looked at her with absolute, unfiltered disgust.