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“You keep saying that, but what if there is no way. What if they’ve won.”

“No. I won’t let that happen.”

Another phone rings, and Tristan snatches his up, impatient. “What is it?” he demands. He listens for a second and then his eyes go wide, the color draining from his face. That puts all of us on alert. “We’ll handle it,” Tristan says and hangs up, dropping his phone on the couch.

“What?” I ask, dread settling in my gut.

“As of about five minutes ago, everyone on the board of Vantage knows that our marriage was fake and that we lied to them,” Tristan says, sounding a little detached.

Penelope gasps in shock.

Chapter 47

Penelope

My stomach drops with Tristan’s words.

I knew something bad was going to happen, but this… this is so bad. My Alphas have been keeping this under wraps since we got married, but now that the board knows, everything they’ve worked for could be ruined.

They have about fifteen minutes to try to figure out what to do before they get hit with a storm. All of their phones are ringing constantly—board members calling to hear it directly from them that what Isaac said is true.

All I can do is watch with my heart in my throat. This is my fault. That’s all I can think over and over again. This is my fault. The three of them might lose everything, and it’s all because of me.

And that’s not even all of it. One of the board members tells Dominic that their ‘informant’ has threatened to go public with the information, and that will finish the job of tanking the reputation of my Alphas and their business.

Investors are talking about jumping ship, not wanting to be tangled up in the scandal of it all.

What really gets me is I have no idea how Isaac and the other even know about the marriage being fake. They didn’t even knowI was married until they confronted me, and it’s not like anyone told them. Because no one else knew.

I frown, chewing on my lip as I think it over, and then it hits me.

We talked about the marriage being fake at the bakery. Isaac must have bugged it after he and his bruisers destroyed it, hoping to catch us talking about something they could use.

None of their other threats were good enough, apparently, and they had to resort to something like this.

Under the fear and despair, there’s a flicker of anger, and I hold on to it, trying to will it to drown out everything else. Anger can help get things done, and things need to be done right now.

Dominic turns his phone off and tosses it into the corner, declaring himself done. All three of them look exhausted, and it’s bad enough they spent the last two days barely sleeping, trying to come up with a plan and find something we could use. Now they have to deal with this.

They’ve been doing this for me, running themselves ragged for me, and I have to do my part here to. I have to protect the men I love.

I stand up, taking a deep breath. “I know what I have to do,” I say.

They all look at me, confusion on their faces.

“You don’t have to do anything, Pen,” Xavier tells me. “We can handle this.”

“No. I need you to listen to me, okay? I need you to pull some favors or whatever you have to do to call a press conference.”

They exchange wary glances. “What for?” Dominic asks.

“I’m going to get ahead of this before Isaac can go public. It’s the only way to beat him.”

“Penelope, no,” Tristan says. “You don’t have to do this. It’s nobody’s business what happened, and you don’t have to put it all out there.”

“It’s going to be out there anyway! If Isaac and Vincent get a chance to tell the story, they’re going to make it ten times worse than it is, and we’ll never recover from that. Your company, everything you’ve worked for will be done for. They’ll make sure of it. But I can do this. I can tell the truth.”

“I don’t like it,” Dominic says. “I really don’t.”

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