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The air in the master suite crackled with the static of a dying marriage. Xavier Grayson’s hand tightened around Chloe Bishop’s throat, his veins standing out like cords. On the surface, the "Demon CEO" was in a towering rage, yet beneath the lethal posturing, his grip lacked its usual crushing force. He was a man drowning in a storm of his own making, lashing out at the only anchor in sight