Game Over No Second Chances

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Chapter 10

The headquarters of the Larson Group was several times larger than the Zarena Group.

At 4:00 pen, Serena stood in the CEO's office on the top floor Across from her, seated at his desk reviewing documents, was the man she was about to marry- Hugh Larson

Rumors claimed he was impotent

Unlike Zach's sharp and commanding presence, the man before her exuded an almost unnatural gentleness. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on him, making him seem entirely unthreatening.

His skin was fair, making his features appear even more striking. The deep-set eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and the sculpted lips with a natural dush-he was undeniably good-looking

Perhaps she had been staring too intently, as Hugh slowly lifted his gaze.

In that instant, the gentle and harmless atmosphere vanished. The air grew tense, suffocating-

It was

An indescribable pressure radiated from his eyes, making Serena's heart tighten. She suddenly realized-it wasn't gentleness at all. It was sheer indifference.

"You're not Sarah," His deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.

Serena snapped out of her daze and straightened her back, showing no sign of weakness. “No. My name is Serena Jansen. I'm here to marry you."

of something unreadable passed

bright eyes and striking features, slowly overlapped with the

just as fierce and untamed-but no longer

low and compelling. "A last-minute replacement? Why should agree to

"Because Sarah thinks you're beneath

had just been about

report, froze on

death wish, daring to

thought of him. He only

her answer nothing but sincere. "This is a marriage of convenience. There's no love involved. Why would I

slightly. He

was the one she loved and the reason behind her

eyes were calm, but something

spoke, his voice was as indifferent

be marrying a man she had just met a man rumored to have a hidden medical condition. And yet, there she was, standing in the courthouse a minute before closing, signing her name on a marriage

her hand, she felt a strange sense of

felt like she had finally and completely severed all ties with

"Your contact information"

from her thoughts. He stood beside her, backlit by the fading sunlight, his

he handed her his

the first message he sent was a city map. A

were serene townhouses in quiet suburban areas. There was