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

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

in, determination lacing her words, “Men are driven by primal urges; women, by intuition and skepticism. No matter how strong a rapport seems, if

for someone as arrogant as Millie, infidelity is an

churned; she had a premonition

renowned for his indifference to dalliances. In the company

Emerie retorted.

no man impervious to the allure of women.” Confidence

implying you’ll personally entice Mr.

effort into preserving her appearance, but she couldn’t compare those younger ones in

inquiry, and Rosie’s