Chloe Bennett had never been the type to second guess herself. She was raised to be confident, to handle pressure the way her father did - without hesitation, without doubt.
Every decision, every move she made had to be precise. Strategic. Flawless. That was the weight of being a Bennett. Now with the company resting in her hands, that weight had only grown heavier. She told herself she was ready. That she had worked too hard to question herself now. But doubt was a quiet, insidious thing. It crept in when she least expected it. Her upcoming meeting shouldn't have shaken her - she had faced worse or so she thought. Yet, as the hours drew close a tightness settled in her chest, one she couldn't quite shake. The rooftop of The Aurelius had always been her retreat. A quiet place, high above the chaos of her world, where she could breathe and think. Tonight, the soft hum of jazz music floated through the air, blending with the low murmur of conversation. The hotel was exclusive, reserved only for the elites. A haven where high society gathered to clink glasses and whisper behind jewelled masks of courtesy. The ones who frequented it weren’t there for the serenity—they came for the champagne, the jazz, and the quiet prestige of knowing they belonged. But Chloe wasn't there for any of that. She wasn’t here to belong. She was here to think. She exhaled slowly, wrapping her arms around herself as a chill breeze swept through her silk dress. The city stretched out below her, a sea of lights endless and indifferent. For a moment she let herself forget. The night went slowly and she wasn't the only one seeking clarity. Damien Cross never liked being confined. His estate was grand and impeccable, a place most people would kill to live in. But some nights it felt like prison. Too many thoughts. Too much silence. So he came here. The Aurelius was one of the few places that met his standard - exclusive, discreet, untouched by the world outside. Here he didn't have to deal with the vultures circling his name, the weight of expectations pressing in. Tonight, he had planned for nothing more than a quiet drink. A moment of solitude. As Damien quietly took in the serenity of the night he noticed something familiar - someone. Standing by the railing, lost in thought. Her blonde hair glides down her back in waves, The way she holds herself - shoulders squared, chin lifted. He noticed her dress, how it clung to her curves like a second skin, the fabric smooth and effortless, highlighting every dip and contour of her body. There was something about the way she stood, the way her shoulders lifted with each breath like she was carrying the weight of something unseen. Damien smirked, his head tilting slightly, amusement flashing in his eyes. He chuckled as he let loose a button on his collar. "This is gonna be fun," he said to himself as he slowly made his way to her. Chloe was too deep in her thoughts to notice who snuck up behind her. "You know the last time we met like this, we ended up sharing more than just a bed." Chloe lowered her head, and under her breath, she muttered "Can the ground open up and swallow me already?" She knew who that was and it was the last person she wanted to see right now. Damien chuckled. "Now that would be a shame. I was rather enjoying the view." He teased, his eyes checking her out. She turned to face him, startled but composed. Her gaze flickered over him, his sharp suit, the effortless confidence in the way he stood. She hadn't expected to see him here, she hadn't expected to ever see him again. "Do I make you nervous, Miss Bennett?" She said nothing, at this point, her words failed her. She swallowed. The weight of his glare pressed against her skin. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, crossing her arm. Damien ran his hand through his hair, sighing. "Didn't realize this was your private rooftop" "That's not what I meant. I'm not surprised you're here anyway," she said in a low and dry tone. Turning back to the city view. Damin arched a brow, he was intrigued at how calm she was even though he could tell she was hiding a lot behind that carefree tone. "And why is that?" She took another look at him as if the answer was written in his demeanour. "Because places like this are meant for people like you. Private, Secluded. Exclusive." Damien took a step forward, slow and deliberate. "It's quiet here," he continued, "Closed off. No demands. No expectations. Just space to think." She bit her lower lip, a strange weight settling in her chest. He wasn't wrong. But she wasn't about to admit that. Before she could say a thing, Damien leaned in slightly, his fingers finding a loose strand of her hair, He twirled it between his fingers, his touch light and unhurried. "How much have you thought about me, Chloe?" His tone became low and seductive. The question sent a shiver down her spine, her breaths quickened as she held his gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. "I haven't." She whispered. His fingers trailed down the strand before releasing it, his smirk deepened as he leaned in just enough for her to catch the faintest hint of his cologne. "Pretty liar." "You think too highly of yourself." "I don't think, I know." his eyes scanned her face, reading every unspoken thought. "Tell me Chloe....was it just once or do I haunt you every night?" Chloe inhaled sharply. "That night was a mistake," she said, her voice quieter than usual. "It wasn't meant to happen." Damirn nodded slowly. His eyes lingered on her lips before lifting again. "Shame," he said. "Didn't seem like one to me." Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. The tension could be cut with a knife. Then, just when she thought he'd let it go, he spoke again. His voice was different this time. Less teasing, more cautious. "I have to ask," he paused. Watching her carefully. "How did you ever forgive him?" Chloe frowned, taken aback. "Forgive who?" "Your ex," he said. "For doing it with your sister." Chlor shrugged, irritated by his blunt tone. "Who says I forgave him?" He smiled, as if impressed. "Good point. And what about her?" Her throat tightened at the mention of Sienna. She rubbed her palms together, taking in the view of the rooftop. "It's complicated." Damien let the silence settle before speaking again. "Complicated? That's an interesting word for betrayal." "Why do you even care?" she asked, shooting him a hard glare. "I don't." He said smoothly, I'm just curious how someone like you....handles a knife in the back." He studied her reaction. "Let me guess,,,, you pretend it doesn't hurt, don't you?" Chloe slowly shook her head. "I don't owe you an explanation." "No, you don't." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "But I think you want to give one." Chloe couldn't find the words for him, but she wasn't about to tell him that she was hurt and pretending was the only way out. So she kept her thoughts and hoped he would push no further. She took her hands off the rooftop railing and gently wrapped it around herself as she shivered. The night was becoming unbearably cold. It was slight, barely noticeable, but Damien caught it. Without a word, he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The unexpected gesture caught her off guard. The warmth of his body lingered in the fabric. And for a brief second, she was surrounded by his scent. Spicy, expensive whiskey, something dangerously intoxicating. She looked up at him startled. "I don't need-" "I know," he cut in sharply, his voice raspy. "But humour me." She should have tugged it off, and given it back, but instead, she found herself immersed in the comfort it gave to her body. "Well there you go, Chloe," He said. Smiling at the thought of his generosity. She looked good, he thought to himself. Chloe looked up at him, carefully choosing her next words. "You keep using my name when I don't even know yours." Damien stayed silent, debating on how to respond. "Darling some things are better left unsaid." She narrowed her eyes. "That's not an answer." But sadly that was all Damien could give. He stepped closer, just enough for her to feel his warmth despite the cold. "And yet, It's all you're getting." He said, gliding his fingers across her chin. Chloe frowned, this was their second encounter and she still hadn’t gotten his name. In a fit of frustration, she yanked the jacket off her shoulder and shoved it against his chest. “I don't need this." She blurted out. He caught it effortlessly, his expression unreadable as if her reaction amused him. “Come on Chloe, you're being petty." She walked away willing to ignore the lingering feeling his touch had left behind. The night air hit against her bare skin, but she refused to shiver, refused to let him see how much he affected her. She couldn’t give him that satisfaction. "Have a lovely night" she yelled as she created a distance from him. "See you soon, Chloe." Damien said. Chloe froze in her steps. A chill that had nothing to do with the night air prickled at her skin. The words echoed in her mind, unravelling something deep in her chest. See you soon, Chloe, She'd heard those words before. Not long ago. Her breath caught as the memory surfaced - the mysterious phone call. The low, knowing voice that had sent a shiver down her spine. That had kept her up at night. How could she have forgotten? Slowly, she turned, expecting - needing - to find him still standing there, watching her with that infuriating gaze. But he was gone. Her eyes darted the entire rooftop, scanning the scattered groups of people still lingering under the hotel lights. He wasn't there. Chloe stood rooted in place, her heart thudding, as realization settled over her. Before she could take another step, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Ma'am, your jacket." She turned, blinking at the waiter standing behind her. He held out something. A neatly folded jacket. Her breath quickened as she stared at it. It wasn't hers. Her fingers hesitated before reaching for it. The fabric was warm. His warmth. She staggered, gripping the jacket tighter as she looked around the rooftop once more. But Damien was gone. But somehow, he'd still left a piece of himself behind and she knew this wasn't over.Sienna leaned closer to the mirror, brushing another layer of mascara onto her thick lashes, then leaned back to inspect herself. “Perfect as always.” She whispers. Her reflection in the mirror was effortlessly poised. Brunette waves cascading over her shoulders. Her light brown eyes caught the soft morning light. There was always a natural elegance to her, from the delicate slope of her nose to the subtle pink in her cheeks, highlighting her high cheekbones and the caramel hue of her skin. “Chloe is so nervous about this meeting.” She said, her voice laced with the slightest bit of concern as she reached for her lip gloss. Ryan watched her from the bed, shirtless, his expression vague. His gaze trailed over the elegant curve of her back, the way she moved with practised grace. Sienna was beautiful, poised, everything a man like him would want. But as she spoke, all he could think about was how different she was from her sister. “How’s she holding up?” He asked, keeping
The Aurelius Hotel was bathed in golden morning light when Nina strolled in, carting two cups of coffee. Chloe sat on the couch, surrounded by papers, notes, and her laptop, a deep crease on her forehead as she muttered under her breath. “Good morning, Bennett Princess.” Nina teased, tossing a cup onto the table. “You look like you’re trying to solve world hunger.” Chloe groaned, rubbing her temples. “I feel like it.” “You’re overthinking.” Nina plopped down beside her. “It’s just a meeting.” Chloe shot her a look. “With Damien Cross.” Nina rolled her eyes. “Okay, can you stop saying his name like that?” “Like what?” Chloe raised her brows. “Like he’s some kind of fucking tyrant mafia… geez.” Chloe exhaled, leaning back. “It’s not just him. It’s my father. He’s counting on me to handle this, to prove that I can. But if I fail…” Her fingers tapped her keyboard. “I can’t fail.” Nina sipped her coffee, watching her. “You know, stressing about it isn’t going to help.
The door swung open and Chloe's breath stopped. She stared at the man at the doorway and let herself breathe. …..It was time. Ethan Graves stepped into the room. "Good morning, Miss Bennett," he said smoothly. "I'm Ethan Graves, lead negotiator for Cross Corp." Chloe exhaled, forcing herself to nod. "Good morning," she replied, her voice shaking. Ethan gave her a curt nod. "Mr. Cross will be with you shortly." She had spent so much time bracing herself for this meeting, for him, and yet, for some reason, her pulse hadn't settled. Instead, a strange anticipation lingered. The seconds stretched as they waited for Damien. Then, finally, the door opened again. Chloe's pulse slowed, just slightly. She put her hand on her chest, hoping to slow down her rapid breathing. A presence filled the room before she even looked up. His footsteps were slow and calculated. Strolling in like he owned the place. Well….he did. Chloe looked up and it felt like her lungs gave
Chloe sobbed in the front seat of her car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. The heavy rain pelted the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and silver. But none of it mattered. It was him. The man from the rooftop. The stranger she thought was nothing more than a fleeting mistake. It was Damien Cross. How could she have been so blind? She sat in silence only to be interrupted by the incessant buzzing of her phone. She glanced at the screen to see the caller. It was her father. James Bennett. For a brief second, she considered letting it ring, maybe even tossing the phone into the nearest trash can and driving off. But Chloe knew better. But ignoring him would only make things worse. With a reluctant sigh, she answered. “Hello.” Her father’s voice was cold and stern. “How did the meeting go?” Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat. “It went fine. I secured the deal. Our office should be in contact with Morelli soon.” A
"Where have you been?" A stern voice spoke from the shadows as Chloe stepped into her apartment. The room was dark except for the study lamp that dimly lit up. "How did you get in here?" she asked, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up on her. From the dark, a figure stepped forward. James Bennett adjusted the watch on his wrist, his expression blank. "Your doorman knows better than to question me." His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. Chloe shut the door behind her, masking the irritation flickering across her face. "That doesn't answer my question." Her father merely smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you didn't answer mine." She hesitated, debating whether to lie or to deflect. But she knew better. James Bennett didn't ask questions he didn't already know the answer to. She shut the door behind her. "I was out." "Out where?" Chloe met his gaze, refusing to look away. "I don't see how that's your concern.
Chloe rubbed her temples, trying to push back the lingering headache left by Damien's presence. "What do you want, Sienna?" she asked, settling into her chair. Sienna stood in front of her desk, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You have some nerve, you know that?" Chloe exhaled, already tired of whatever fight Sienna was trying to pick. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, don't play dumb Chloe, you went to see Mom." Of course. Their father must have gone home and put up a fit, spinning the narrative in his favour. Chloe rolled her eyes. "Yes, I went to see Mom. And?" "And," Sienna paused, her expression hardening, "you shouldn't have." Chloe let out a sharp breath, a humourless laugh escaping her lips. "Where do you get off saying shit like that?" Her voice was edged with irritation now, the initial restraint slipping. Sienna's eyes flinched, and she stepped closer to the desk. "You think you can just waltz her back into our life like nothing happened? After all
Ryan adjusted his cufflinks for the third time that evening, but no amount of straightening could steady his hands. His stomach twisted in knots, his mind racing through a hundred different excuses to get out of going to the Morelli auction. "Sienna, do we really have to go tonight?" He tried to keep his voice even, casual, as he watched her slip on a pair of diamond earrings. Sienna scoffed, rolling her eyes at his reflection in the mirror. "Ryan. It's one of the biggest nights in the industry. Everyone will be there." That was exactly the problem. Ryan swallowed hard. He had managed to stay out of Damien Cross's sight for years, always moving carefully, keeping his name under the radar. But tonight, there was no avoiding it. He had overheard the whispers—Damien was coming. He tried again. "I just think we could sit this one out. It's only day one, Maybe—" Sienna turned, her lips pressing together in annoyance. "You're acting weird. What's wrong with you?" "Nothing,"
The hall stood still as Damien made his way to the platform. The chattering, slurping of champagne, and whispers of his presence all came to an abrupt stop. He looked at the audience, carefully picking his next words. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with just the right amount of confidence to keep the crowd entertained. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began. "It's a pleasure to welcome you all tonight. I see many familiar faces - some of you have been regulars at this event for years, yet still somehow manage to lose every major bid- your persistence is admirable." He said with a light chuckle. Soft laughter rippled through the audience. A few murmurs of mock protest rose, but Damien let them settle before continuing. "Of course, tonight isn't just about winning," he looked up straight at the crowd before his eyes rested on a particular section where Ryan was seated, still and pale. "It's about the thrill of the chase, about knowing when to strike…." He said, his v
Sienna parked her car on a sidewalk ten minutes away from Chloe’s apartment.She couldn’t wrap her head around how Damien had gotten so close to her sister.Something was going on between them—she was sure of it. And as much as she wanted to dig deeper, there was something else pressing on her mind.Ryan.She turned the broken phone over in her hands, the jagged cracks across the screen mirroring the uneasy feeling settling in her chest. A feeling she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge—regret.Letting out a slow breath, she settled back in her seat, trying to clear her thoughts. That’s when her eyes caught a familiar figure in the dimly lit bar across the street.It was Noah.She hesitated for only a moment before pushing open her car door. If anyone could help her find Ryan, it was him.And she was ready to take that chance.______Noah sat slumped over the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His mind was a storm—anger, frustration, and something heavier he couldn’
It had been two days since Ryan vanished. And Sienna wasn’t the type to worry. She felt it gave her wrinkles and folded her cheeks.But now, she stared at her phone, scrolling through the unanswered messages and missed calls he had left her.She had ignored them all. At first, it was out of anger—she was still furious about the dinner, about how he let Damien humiliate her.She hadn’t been in the mood to hear his excuses. She thought he’d eventually show up at her place like always, trying to smooth things over, but he didn’t.To ease her mind, she grabbed her coat and drove to his apartment. The key he had given her felt cold in her palm. And she hesitated before pushing it into the lock.The moment she stepped inside, her unease deepened. The place was clean. Not just organized, but unnervingly spotless. Ryan wasn’t a slob, but he wasn’t this meticulous either. The air felt stale as if no one had been here in days.“Ryan?” she called out, even though she knew she wouldn’t get an an
Chloe’s breath was uneven as she stormed out of Damien’s penthouse. The elevator doors hadn’t even closed behind her before she was pacing down the quiet street.Her body still pulsed from where he had touched her—where he had almost taken her. She could still feel the touch of his fingers, the way he had teased her, controlled her, made her want things she wasn’t supposed to want.She sucked in a sharp breath, gripping her arms as she came to a halt outside the penthouse. The city was still alive in the distance, but here, in front of his towering penthouse, there was nothing but silence.Her mind screamed at her for what she had almost done.But her body… her body begged her to go back.Why did I let him touch me? She thought to herself.Her eyes flickered down to herself. She could still feel his hands on her thighs, the pressure of his fingers gliding higher, the way his voice had made her tremble.She looked back.The penthouse loomed above her, the high-rise windows dark and inv
Chloe sat cross-legged in Nina’s apartment, holding a bowl of oatmeal. “So let me get this straight,” Nina said, reclining against the armrest. “Noah kissed you, and you just… what? Sat there?”“I didn’t sit there. I was— I don’t know, I was shocked. It wasn’t exactly something I saw coming.”“Girl, you’re acting like Noah is some stranger.” Nina waved a dismissive hand. “You two have history, and let’s be honest, you could do worse.”Chloe rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point.”“Then what is?” Nina smirked. “Is this about him?”“Who?” Chloe asked.“Damien! I mean what’s going on with him anyway?”Chloe shot her a look, but Nina just waggled her eyebrows.“Chloe, think about it. Damien isn’t exactly relationship material, but the man is sin-walking,” Nina continued, swirling the wine in her glass. “And you’ve already been there once, so why not try it again? No strings, no drama. Just fun.”Chloe scoffed as her fingers intertwined around her bowl. “I’m not thinking about Damien.” S
Ryan Hastings was a man hunted—not just by Damien Cross, but by his guilt and paranoia. The shadows in his rambling apartment emerged larger these days, whispering Damien’s name at every corner. His eyes darted towards the clock every few seconds, it had been days since he’d last heard from Damien.And for those days, he’d been living on the edge, waiting for the inevitable. The silence was worse than an outright attack. It meant Damien was planning, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that was far more terrifying than any impulsive act of violence.Ryan sat in his dimly lit house, a half-empty whiskey bottle on the table, glasses piled up in the sink, untouched food sat at the counter—he was falling apart in plain sight, but he didn’t care. Each sip of alcohol was an attempt to quiet the dread, but it only intensified it.Dozens of unanswered calls and texts stared back at him—contacts who had once been allies were now too afraid to associate with him. He had no one left.
Noah Sinclair had always been the guy people could rely on. The dependable one. The one who had a plan, a strategy, an answer for every problem. It was why he was good at what he did—consulting for Bennett Industries, ensuring everything ran smoothly, and finding solutions before problems even arose. It was a skill that had taken him far in his career. But when it came to Chloe Bennett, things had never been simple. He met Chloe back in college. She had walked into his life with a solid presence without even trying. Sharp-tongued, brilliant, and ambitious—Chloe had never needed saving, never needed anyone to fight her battles. And yet, Noah had always found himself wanting to stand by her, wanting to be the person she could lean on if she ever allowed herself to. They had been friends, close ones. The kind of friends who stayed up late talking about everything and nothing, who understood each other in a way that made words almost unnecessary. But there had been a time when
It had been a long day for Damien. Meetings. Business deals. The final day of The Morelli Auction. A headache that refused to go away. He had thought that drowning himself in work would keep his thoughts occupied, but it hadn’t. Damien was still fuming from his last phone call with Ryan. How dare he ask him if he was playing games?Did anything look like a game to him?Before Damien could entertain more aggressive thoughts, his phone vibrated against the desk.A single glance at the screen made the night take a different turn for him.Chloe? Chloe had never called Damien since the day they met, so why was she doing so now?He stared at the phone, the call ringing out as he sat motionless.He didn’t answer.Seconds passed and the ringing stopped.And then, a voicemail notification popped up.Damien hesitated before pressing play.“Damien… it’s me….Chloe.” A shaky voice started. Damien listened to the voicemail until the end. A deep frown creased his forehead as he replayed the messag
The tension in the room heightened as Chloe pinned Sienna against the wall. Her eyes weren’t the same as they used to be. The soft gentle look that she had, now turned into something much darker.Sienna’s eyes flashed, but her smirk didn’t waver. She had not expected Chloe to come off this strong but she couldn’t let her guard down either.“Get your slimy hands off me,” she snapped pushing Chloe as much as her strength could.Chloe staggered, trying to steady herself.“Is this what you do? Go ahead being a nuisance in everyone’s lives.” Her voice thundered across the room.“No Chloe, just yours.” Chloe rubbed her fingers against her forehead.“I can’t believe you.”“Oh, please. Drop the act, Chloe.” Sienna stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper, anger laced in every word.“You know what? I’m tired of you. It must be exhausting, pretending to be something you’re not. That perfect little daughter. That strong, self-made woman.” She tilted her head. “You want to know what’s pathet
The night stretched on, but for Damien, It was far from over. Midnight had settled over the city like a heavy cloak, muffling the usual hum of life. The streets below Damien’s penthouse were quiet. Only the occasional glitching of a streetlight captured attention. The distant howl of wind rushing between buildings. The city outside had gone into a quiet still, but Damien was more on edge than ever. Damien stood by his window, hands crossed behind his back, his reflection a shadow against the glass. He had been staring out at nothing for the past few minutes but in his mind? His mind was a mess. His patience was wearing thin. As the weight of the night settled into his bones, Damien felt a sharp pain strike his chest. Enough was enough. Ryan had made unforgivable mistakes and now he was going to pay for it. A sharp vibration broke through the silence. Ethan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down at the screen before lifting his eyes to Damien. “Well?” he asked,