NOLAN There, on the screen, was Alanna, her hand intertwined with Brad's. A sickening certainty gripped me. They were on a date. In his damn penthouse, no less. My muscles clenched, the image replaying in my mind.Was that why she looked so damn radiant that morning? Was the lingering scent of her perfume a leftover from their rendezvous? Had they…? The thought sent a fresh wave of anger crashing over me.The rest of the hearing faded into a dull roar. My lawyer's words, the judge – none of it registered. All I could focus on was the image of Alanna, seemingly carefree, enjoying Brad's company. My mother, a smug smile playing on her lips, intercepted me before I could reach Alanna."Well, that went well, wouldn't you say?" she purred, her voice laced with a satisfaction that grated on my nerves."What the hell was that, bringing that picture to court?" I spat, my voice low and dangerous."Oh, come now, Nolan," she countered, the smile widening into a smirk. "It simply highlighted
NOLANIt wasn't a date," she snapped, her eyes flashing defiance. "And even if it was, it wouldn't change anything.""Ask Chloe about it," she said, her gaze hardening."Chloe?" I repeated, bewildered. "What does Chloe have to do with this?"A ghost of a smile played on her lips, fleeting but sharp. "She just happened to show up at Brad's house that night," she said, her voice a husky whisper before she turned and walked away.I knew I had to be at the board meeting. Today was the day they voted to see if I kept my position as CEO or if my loathsome stepbrother Brad took over. But first, I needed to get to the bottom of this. Chloe. What the hell was she doing at Brad’s house?I got into my car and drove home to the Westbrook Mansion. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual, knuckles white with suppressed anger. Chloe and I were on the verge of separation and divorce, but that didn't mean I didn't have the right to know what she was doing.I entered the mansion, the fam
ALANNAI hate being in the position of choice. I hate having to choose. Brad, impeccably dressed and radiating practiced charm, entered the sterile boardroom. "Alanna," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "Looking lovely as ever today."A tight smile pulled at my lips. "Thank you, Brad.""And I trust you'll be making the right decision today?" he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."After all, we both know the company will be in better hands with me at the helm."My stomach churned. The blatant self-interest in his voice left a bad taste in my mouth. "We'll see what the vote reveals,Brad," I replied coolly.The door creaked open again, and Nolan stormed in, his face a mask of thunder. His disheveled appearance, Behind him, his mother, Mrs. Westbrook, swept in like a malevolent force of nature, her icy glare landing on me with pinpoint accuracy.As the board members trickled in, whispers and speculative glances filled the air. Mr. Raina, the weasel-faced board
CHAPTER 92CHLOEFEW HOURS AGOBrad's smug self-righteousness was starting to wear thin. His little act of the devoted "almost family man" with Alanna reeked of desperation and it wouldn't be long before someone saw through the facade. He was playing his own game, manipulating everyone like puppets on a string. And me? Well, I wasn't about to be another pawn in his twisted chess match.Across the plush hotel room table, Lucas fiddled with his cufflinks, a frown creasing his handsome face. "Chloe, this is a bad idea," he muttered, his voice laced with nervous energy.A low chuckle escaped my lips. "Nonsense, darling," I purred, leaning closer. The scent of his expensive cologne tickled my nose, a heady mix of confidence and something more primal. "This is exactly what we need.""Buying shares from the Westbrooks? That's practically poking a sleeping bear with a rusty spoon." He shot me a wary glance. "My mother, the Vogue Lady, will have my head."A sharp laugh erupted from me. "Mama'
NOLANThere were so many things to say and do but I knew it was going to backfire.All because of Alanna. Yes, Alanna.When I sold the shares to the anonymous shareholder, who turned out to be Alanna, a lot of board members weren't in support, they didn't want a new majority shareholder. But I had imposed and now the same act was going to come and bite me in the ass. “Let’s continue, since you are the new majority shareholder of the Westbrook empire, you have the right to stop the vote or go with it,” Mr. Reuben glanced at me even though he was talking to that prick Lucas, I could see through his attempt to buy me more time. “Why prolong the inevitable, I am going to vote Brad as CEO of the Westbrook empire,”The word echoed in my ear repeatedly ‘Brad as CEO of the Westbrook empire’All my hard work, all my battles just for him to take over, I clenched my fist, it was still my company but it stung so hard to be booted out as the CEO. Everything I had worked for, to keep the comp
ALANNAI sit in the boardroom, my stomach churning with a mix of guilt and sorrow. The room buzzes with excitement, everyone congratulating Brad. His smile is wide, a picture of fulfillment. I can’t stand that I’m not happy for him, especially since he’s always been so kind to me. But my heart aches for Nolan. He lost the CEO position because he moved the launch date for my fashion show. It was all my fault.Brad catches my eye, and I force myself to approach him. My steps feel heavy, my insides twisting with dread. “Congratulations,” I mutter, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.Mrs. Raina’s laugh cuts through the air, sharp and derisive. “Quit being a hypocrite, Alanna. We all know you wanted Nolan to win.”I feel a flush of anger rise, ready to snap back, but Brad intervenes. “It’s fine, Alanna. I’m sure you made the decision you thought was best.”Mrs. Raina’s smirk widens. “Of course, she did. She chose the man she’s having an affair with.”The words sting like a slap. I can’
NolanAlanna looks radiant today, her smile lighting up the room. I know I need to seize this moment to talk to her. “Do you want to go home?” I ask, testing the waters.“No,” she replies, her voice light. “I have time.”“Can we have a cup of coffee?”“Yes, but somewhere far from the media. I’m tired of all the attention lately.”I grin. “I know just the place.” We head to my car, and she slides into the seat. The tinted windows offer us privacy as I drive to a secluded coffee and cake shop I discovered a while back. Her smile grows as we step out and make our way inside.Once we’re settled, I ask, “What do you want?”“Guess,” she challenges, a playful glint in her eyes.I turn to the waiter. “Latte and a slice of vanilla cake, please.”She laughs, surprised. “How did you know?”“Intuition,” I tease, enjoying the sparkle in her eyes.“Tell me the truth,” she insists, leaning in.“I saw it on your social media.”Her eyes widen. “That post was five years ago.”“When you left, I kept sea
ALANNAI was lying in my bed, my mind still racing from the events of the day when I heard the door to my room creak open. I sat up, startled, and asked, "Nolan, what are you doing here? And who let you in?"He gave me a sheepish grin and replied, "Angela did. I couldn't stop thinking about you after the cafe, and I had to see you."I felt a flush of excitement run through me at his words. I couldn't deny that I had been thinking about him too. But I had to remind him, "You're not divorced yet. You're still married to Chloe."He stepped closer to me, his eyes burning with desire. "I can't wait for that," he said, pulling me to him. His lips crashed into mine, and I kissed him back, my reservations melting away.His hands roamed over my body, and I could feel his erection pressing against me. He began removing my nightdress, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my naked form. "You're so sexy," he murmured, his lips finding mine again.He trailed kisses down my neck, nibbling on my e