Part 2The CEO's Psycho Fiancée

I knew instantly who had sent it. I just hadn’t realized Cecilia was deranged enough to hire someone to follow Nathan in another country. I immediately showed the phone to him.

He let out a deep, frustrated breath. “I’ll deal with her when I get back. Right now, the acquisition is all that matters.”

He was right. She was thousands of miles and several time zones away. There was little she could do from there. I pushed the incident to the back of my mind, vowing to cash in all my saved vacation time the moment this trip was over. I needed to get away from this drama.

I had no idea the drama was already on its way to my hotel room door.

We spent the rest of the day and all through the night in a conference room, refining our strategy, ensuring every comma in the proposal was perfect. By the time we finished, the sun was rising over London. We had been running on fumes for nearly two days straight. My brain felt like a sputtering engine, and my heart was pounding a heavy, exhausted rhythm against my ribs.

I stumbled back to my room, my head throbbing. I didn't even bother to turn on the lights before collapsing onto the bed, desperate for sleep.

As consciousness began to fade, drifting into a heavy, dark fog, I felt something slithering over my skin.