“Let me go…you barbaric…” “Not until you understand,” he said, perhaps certain that if he kept her in this room, she would. “Let me go,” she hissed at his face. “You’re behaving like a fool!” her father announced. “I’m—I’m behaving…” She could barely breathe, let alone speak. “Let the man explain, Cheyanne, then you can have your tantrum, no one caring.” Mitch was still in control of her every move, his hand crushing her wrist. He nearly dragged her back to the sofa and none too gently pushed her onto it. Five minutes later, her head was swimming in a sea of despair. “If Jessup hadn’t squandered away millions on a bad land deal, Ribbons would still be thriving. We do not want our loss to go public, since it’s not a public company. Mitch has generously agreed to take over the reins for majority shares. You have those shares and the only way he can get them is through marriage. I had this set up long before any of my kids were born, in case of the possibility of hostile takeover, but it is certainly a small price to pay to save the family company from ruin.”
