The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 92

“That cut on your forehead,” Devon said to me, ignoring Ethan completely. “I’ll take full responsibility for

it.”

The double meaning wasn’t lost on me. Was he talking bout the injury, or something more?

“Good night, Mr. Kane,” I said formally.

Devon returned to his car, but as he drove away, I noticed he didn’t actually leave. The Bentley pulled over at the corner, its headlights dimming but not turning off.

“What happened to your head?” Ethan asked as we walked through the garden toward the house. “And what

the hell were you doing with Devon Kane?”

“It was an accident. A glass shattered near me at Elysium. Devon happened to be there and helped with

medical attention.”

Ethan’s frown deepened. “That’s quite the coincidence.”

“The world is full of them,” I replied evenly. “Why are you here so late?”

His expression shifted from suspicion to guilt. “My father made his final decision. He’s not investing in

Harper Group.”

I kept my face carefully neutral. “You knew all along, didn’t you?”

“I tried, Aria. I really did, but-”

“But what? Your father changed his mind? Or he was never planning to invest in the first place?”

Ethan ran a hand through his hair. “It’s complicated. The board looked at the financials and decided the

risk was too high.”

I noticed movement behind one of the second–floor windows–Scarlett, watching us, her silhouette visible

through the gauzy curtains.

“It’s late,” I said, conscious of our audience. “We should talk about this tomorrow.”

Ethan caught my arm. “Aren’t you upset? This merger was important to your father.”

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I hesitated, letting Scarlett see my apparent internal struggle. Then I turned my face up to Ethan, making sure the angle gave her a perfect view.

“You tried your best,” I said softly, reaching up to brush my fingers against his cheek.

The hope that bloomed in his eyes was pathetic. I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw, just

below his ear.

“Good night, Ethan,” I whispered, letting my lips linger moment longer than necessary.

As he walked back to his car, visibly buoyed by what he mistook for forgiveness, I glanced up at the

window. Scarlett had pressed one hand against the glass, her face contorted with jealousy and rage.

I smiled.

Inside, the mansion was quiet, but a strip of light beneath the study door told me my father was still

awake. When I pushed it open, I found him standing by the fireplace, tumbler of scotch in hand.

“Where have you been?” he demanded without preamble.

“Out,” I replied. “I’m twenty–four, Dad. I don’t need a curfew.”

“Blake called. The investment is off.”

“I know. Ethan just told me.”

“This is your fault,” he said, voice rising. “If you’d been more accommodating, more focused on making this

relationship work-”

“More accommodating?” I laughed bitterly. “You mean if I’d been more willing to sell myself for your

business interests?”

“Don’t be dramatic. This marriage is a strategic alliance, not a sale.”

“You’re right. A sale would at least be honest about the transaction.”

My father drained his glass. “Your mother would be disappointed in you.”

The mention of my mother ignited something dark and volatile inside me. “Don’t you dare speak about

her,” I hissed. “Not when you replaced her before she was even cold in the ground.”

“You ungrateful-*

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“She knew, didn’t she? Before she died. She knew about you and Victoria.”

My father’s face paled. ‘You’re talking nonsense.”

“Am I? Or are you afraid someone will realize you’re not just a failed businessman but a killer too?”

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