Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Remember, our endgame is to oust her from the company,” Rosie’s voice asserted, a touch of deliberation in her tone.

Emerie hesitated, her voice edged with caution.

“But she’s the president’s wife, and her connections run deep. I’m a bit wary of ruffling her husband’s feathers.”

“What difference does it make that she carries the title of the president’s wife? Let’s contrive a strategy to divest her of that role. How does that strike you?”

Rosie proposed, the gears of her contemplation having spun for a while now.

The title president’s wife was a mantle that both vexed and scared her.

If only she could rupture the bond between Millie and Marcus, everything would fall into place seamlessly.

incredulity soared. Was Rosie delving into

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

are driven by primal urges; women, by intuition and skepticism. No matter how strong a rapport seems, if the foundation of matrimony cracks, so will the entire

for someone as arrogant as Millie,

she had a premonition of where

for his indifference to dalliances. In the company all women’s eyes are on him, but he never gives them a

Emerie retorted.

held unshakable certainty. “Believe me, there’s no man impervious to the allure of women.” Confidence

you’ll personally entice Mr.

gaze skimmed over Rosie’s figure—a woman who put effort into preserving her appearance, but she couldn’t compare those

met Emerie’s inquiry, and Rosie’s swift response