Page 140 of Desperate Secrets


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More than the power I used to think defined me.

More than the empire I built from dust and blood.

Because now I know—even without a ring, even without a name, even without a vow—she is mine.

My whole fucking heart.

I meant what I said earlier.

I live to love this woman.

It’s the only thing that ever made sense. Maybe the only reason I was born.

But it isn’t just her beauty, or the fire in her, or the way she meets my darkness without flinching.

It’s her mind. Her courage. Her impossible, brilliant heart.

People don’t understand what Cecilia did—what she risked—when she stepped into the middle of a decades-old war disguised as a business alliance.

They don’t understand that she stood between giants and refused to bow.

Her role in the negotiations between Hephaestus United and Viper Enterprises—backed by the silent monsters behind them, Volkov Industries and Sigma International—wasn’t a footnote.

It was the turning point.

The turning point.

She didn’t just sign contracts.

She didn’t just charm CEOs or smooth over egos.

She faced warlords and diplomats—men who break countries, men who don’t know how to hear the word no—and she broke them down with intelligence sharper than any weapon.

She didn’t just negotiate terms.

She rewrote them.

She rewrote the landscape of conflict itself.

Where others saw profits and body counts, Cecilia saw people.

She saw the cost—the children, the families, the ruined futures behind every goddamn line item—and she stood up to all of us.

To our legacies. To our blood-stained portfolios.

And then she did something unbelievable.

Instead of bloodshed, she inserted compassion.

Instead of political theater, she inserted humanity.

With her clauses, her insistence, her refusal to let the world burn just because it was easier—she brought a kind of power none of us had ever wielded before.

Moral power. Global awareness.

Accountability.

She forced three of the biggest defense powerhouses on the planet to commit $40 million every year—not for weapons, not for contracts, not for influence—but for healing.