Seventy-NineNathan I was so fucking hard. That was the one thought that stood out as the crazy woman before me yelled and twitched like she was on drugs. The man who constantly hovered around my wife had dragged Chloe to the farthest corner of the study, glaring daggers at me. Oh, the feeling was mutual. I hated his guts. Why the hell was he with my wife? He had no right to shield her from me. I looked beyond him, at Chloe who sat on a chair in Hampton's study. She wouldn't look at me. Ever since her friend and whoever that old guy was came in, she had been sober and sad. Gone was the woman who had melted like butter in my hands a few minutes ago. "....fuck you." The voice of her friend dawned on me, drawing me back to reality. How could you do that to her?! You should be jailed. Jailed you bastard-" With a growl I grabbed her arm, glaring down at her menacingly. "Shut your trap or I'll do it for you." "You don't scare me!" She spat, wriggling to get out of my hold. "You
EightyChloe"What the hell was that all about?" Addison spat as soon as we walked into the house. The car ride had been silent- surprising if you as me, I could swear Addison was ready to burst into a raging tantrum with each passing minute. But she held it in like the champion she was and unleashed it when she was sure we were in the safety of my home. Bravo. She deserved more credit. Leaving the Hamptons home had been like walking through the wilderness. Addison had helped me readjust my appearance, but my dress had become rumpled around the chest area, thanks to Nathan's constant tugging, and my hair had lost a few pins. If I had changed my hairstyle completely, the press would suspect something had occurred at the party. And they wouldn't be wrong. My body zinged and tingled at the memory if being pressed up against the door. Against Nathan. His hard body bearing down on me. I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the memory. I shouldn't be happy. Dammit, I shouldn't be satisf
Eighty-One Nathan The cool Sunday air seeped through the windows of my car, making the air around me chill and freezing. I ignored the strain in my fingers as they tightened around the steering wheel. There was no way I would take my eyes off the gate. Or off the building that stood behind the gate. Arabella Montgomery's home. "Arabella," I mumbled dryly, tasting her name on my tongue. It rolled out smoothly and perhaps it suited her. I didn't give a shit. She was Chloe to me. My Chloe. My phone beeped and reluctantly, I let go of the steering wheel to reach for the device. It was barely seven in the morning and here I was, at her doorstep. All that was left was for me to stick my tongue out, lapping like some dog. Mahn, sometimes I hated how she affected me. How my insides tied up and my heart shook in Its place at the thought of her. How every part of me, just as it was now, tightened up like a coil only she could unwind. I clicked on the message Cam had sent and my bro
Chapter eighty-twoChloe A pregnant silence filled the air. I stared blankly at Tristan who sat on my sofa, grinning at me like we were two souls connecting over a heart-to-heart. His wife, my mother, or ex-mother, whatever role she was assuming at the moment, sat beside him, her eyes roving every nook and cranny of the living room. "State your business," Addison spat with so much venom, it startled me as well. The man I had grown up calling Father smiled even wider. But the look in his eyes told me exactly what he thought of Addison. The same thing he had always thought of her. A nuisance. A bother and someone who I shouldn't associate with. Perhaps it had been foolish of me to allow them into my home. I was pretty surprised to find them outside my gate too. It wasn't like I could turn them away. Tristan was tricky, if he wanted to see me, he would find a way to do so anyways. "It is sad to see my daughter return without so much as a visit." He said, his smile dimming as he sp
Eighty-Three Chloe "What do you mean he's gone?" I asked, rising to my feet. "The trial is supposed to be by ten." The defeated look on David's face caused my heart to stutter. I shook my head frantically. "No. He can't just disappear like that." "Chloe-" Addy called out soothingly and I clasped my hands over my ears. The room spun around me. The weight of what had just happened dawned on me and I didn't want to acknowledge it. "I should have known," I whispered. "I should have known. He walked in here so fucking confident that the trial would not hold! I should have fucking known!" "Chloe! Calm the fuck down!" Addison ground out. I couldn't figure out where she was. The room seemed to spin faster as fear rocked within me. My knees knocked to the ground as I hunched over, quivering. Dad had known all along. That the trial wouldn't hold. I had been foolish to think he had come to beg and grovel. That he was trying to avoid a trial. But I was wrong. No. I was foolish. David ha
Eighty FourNathan Cameron and I sat in my office, surrounded by a sea of papers and files. We had been working together for months, trying to uncover Eduardo's secrets and bring him to justice. Right at that moment, I stared at Cam in shock. He had said something that looked like we were finally making headway. "You're serious?" I asked arching a brow at Cameron who sat across my desk. What he had just said was... Intriguing. Cameron leaned forward and looked me in the eye. "I've been tracking Eduardo for the past few weeks," he said, his voice low and serious. "Of course I'm serious!" I leaned in, my heart racing with anticipation. "Tell me, again." I growled, "This is fucking too good an opportunity." Cameron grinned at me and I could see the glaze of excitement in his eyes. "Eduardo is falling out with the mafia," he said. "With the way I see it, They'll cut ties with him completely, soon enough." A chuckle slipped from my lips as I reclined in my chair. Eduardo's power
Eighty-FiveNathan I trudged through the front door, exhausted from a long day at the office. After Cameron had left, I had been slaved away at my desk for hours, eyes fixated on the never-ending pile of paperwork that seemed to grow with each passing minute. It was a fucking chore. Sifting through all the paperwork that threatened to suffocate me. As I walked into the living room, a sense of relief washed over me. At last, I was fucking home. An image of Chloe's happy face filled my mind. As if she were there with me as If everything was fine. But my sense of comfort was short-lived. I was met with a scowl on Lily's face. She was perched on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of annoyance etched onto her face. I ignored her like I always did. It had become a routine, an unspoken agreement between us. She was there because she carried my child. Because I couldn't turn her away. Whatever made her look like some sour pumpkin was none of my business anyway. I ju
86Chloe I and David huddled together at the kitchen table, our once-confident expressions replaced with visible concern. Our faces were etched in worry. We had been preparing for the court case for weeks, rallying people to our side and putting together a solid case. Something that would take Tristan down. But now? With the judge missing, we had no idea what to do now that our plan had been thrown into disarray. It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under our feet, leaving us disoriented and lost. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. It felt more like my face had been bashed against the floor. Two days had passed since Tristan had walked into my home, disturbed my peace, and left a trail of disturbing thoughts in my mind. Leaving now was not an option. Not when the crazy man could drive a sword down her belly and be done with her. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by my shuddering breaths. I couldn't afford to wake either Addy or Della. It was barely seven in the