Conflict of Interest
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Conflict of Interest

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Chazminne Harrison Steamy Stories

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# Conflict of Interest
At twenty-three, Marisol Vargas has everything she was promised: her own Miami law firm, a powerful family name, and a husband everyone believed was worthy of both.
Then she discovers Elliot's other life.
A mistress. Two hidden children. Millions disappearing through her firm. And a trail of transactions leading somewhere they shouldn't.
Marisol doesn't want closure.
She wants revenge.
But following Elliot's money pulls her into a side of Miami she never knew existed—and back into the path of Jericho King.
Her childhood friend. Her former college classmate. The man who wanted her long before she became another man's wife.
Jericho knows things about Elliot that he shouldn't. He has access to places Marisol can't reach and answers he refuses to explain. He'll give her everything she needs to destroy her husband, but nothing from Jericho King comes free.
His price?
Seven dates.
Seven nights on his terms. No questions about where he takes her. No backing out once she agrees. And one warning:
**Some doors can't be closed once they're opened.**
Marisol accepts.
But the deeper she digs, the stranger everything becomes. Coincidences stop feeling accidental. Another woman's life begins looking disturbingly familiar. And the man helping Marisol expose her husband's secrets may be hiding the most dangerous one of all.
She wanted revenge.
She never expected to uncover a world built on secrets—or fall for the man standing at its center.
Love is never just business.

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Ever since Marisol had told Elliot about the miscarriage, he had been walking around like a ghost—tense, silent, disconnected. If it weren’t for the occasional forced, "You good?" or a robotic kiss on the cheek, she would have thought he had gone mute. When she returned home, there were no flowers waiting. No candles lit. No effort. Nothing. ……

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