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Did I just murder Sophia’s ex?

Assuming this is an ex. Maybe they’re currently dating, and what happened on the cruise was?—

The fucker moans, so I guess he’s alive.

“Are you ready to run now?” I growl.

Legs trembling, he gets to his feet and starts to wobble away, silently—proving he’s not as suicidal as he seemed at first.

When I can’t see him anymore, I turn around—and come face to face with Sophia.

Chapter 32

Sophia

When Effie told me that Mason was by the intercom, it took me all of five seconds to decide to join him—that is how weak I am.

As I run to him, I have no idea what I’ll say, but just seeing him will be?—

I spot Rupert, and my blood turns into a slushy.

What the fuck is he doing here? I have a restraining order against him at this point—and he’s trespassing on top of that.

My heart does a somersault when I realize that he’s talking to Mason. Something about his phone.

And then, boom, Mason punches him, and it’s like my deepest fantasy came to life, despite my claim of being a pacifist.

“Are you ready to run now?” Mason’s tone is so chilling that some part of me wants to run as well.

Rupert is not a brave man, so he obviously scrams—and I get the feeling that I’m finally going to get my wish to never see him again after today.

Mason turns my way, and at first, his eyes light up the way they did every morning on the cruise, but then his expression darkens. “Is what he said true?”

Shit. Rupert said something? “Is what true?”

That the bastard twisted me around his finger? That I thought I was in love and signed whatever he wanted me to sign? That I thought we’d get married and live happily ever after—only to have reality smack me in the face not unlike the way Mason’s fist just did to Rupert?

Mason juts an accusing finger at a small pile of phone parts littering the ground. “You were engaged?”

Something inside me snaps. “Sounds like you should get a refund from whoever put together that dossier on me. They missed a major chapter.”

Mason’s lips press into a razor-thin line. “You don’t consider an engagement a serious relationship?”

I feel pressure building behind my eyes, but I fight the urge to cry with every ounce of my free will—which doesn’t feel like an illusion at this moment. “You caught me. Now what?”

“I told you about my parents,” he says, and there’s such pain in his voice that I take a step back.

“And you know how important trust is for me,” he continues. “But you didn’t tell me about this.”

“Why, so you’d know how gullible I really am?” My nostrils flare. “As is, I left the cruise almost ready to sell you your precious team. Wasn’t that the goal?”

“Ran from the cruise, you mean?” His gaze turns icy. “Since the day we met, you’ve always chosen to think the worst of me, yet I’ve never lied to you.” He shakes his head. “I thought there was something between us. Something real. Something special.”

I take a step back. “How could I be sure that you weren’t with me because you still wanted the team?” This question is directed at both of us… maybe more at myself than at him.

Mason’s features turn thunderous. “If I were as bad a person as you always assume, and if I wanted the team that badly, I could just say, ‘Sell, or your friend doesn't get the job of her dreams.’”

I stagger back, and I’m pretty sure I know how Rupert must’ve felt a minute ago. “Are you threatening me?”

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