Dressing up in this outfit, knowing she's working alongside that piece of shit, is annoying the hell out of Chloe. She went against the protocol set by her boss's husband, thereby endangering her life in process. As a punishment, she has to work alongside that piece of shit, until the corporate and the mastermind behind the kidnapping are brought to justice.Stepping out of her apartment only to his him waiting with his car as usual the habit that annoying being started few days ago.Jerry leaned casually against the hood of his car, pretending to scroll through his phone. But the moment Chloe stepped out of her apartment, all his focus shifted. There she was, her dark curls bouncing lightly with each step, her sharp suit accentuating her elegance. How could someone so cold be so breathtaking? Jerry clenched his jaw, annoyed at himself for even thinking that. The contradiction of her icy demeanor and radiant beauty pulled him in like a moth to a flame, though he wasn’t sure if it was
The silence in the car was deafening. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and every passing second felt like an eternity. Jerry had never been one for awkward moments—he usually thrived on them, twisting discomfort into charm. But even he found himself unable to break the heavy stillness.Chloe sat stiffly in her seat, her eyes glued to the window as if the blur of the city streets offered some escape from the man beside her. She hated how unsettled she felt, how her outburst earlier had chipped away at the armor she’d worked so hard to maintain.“Do you always sit this straight?” Jerry finally said, his voice light with feigned curiosity. “Or is it just because you’re sitting next to me?”Chloe didn’t flinch, didn’t even turn her head. “Focus on the road, Mr Manchester,” she replied, her tone ice-cold.“Oh, I am,” he said with a grin. “I just thought maybe you’d loosen up a little now that we’ve had our little heart-to-heart back there. You know, all that yelling… fe
The silence in the car was deafening. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and every passing second felt like an eternity. Jerry had never been one for awkward moments—he usually thrived on them, twisting discomfort into charm. But even he found himself unable to break the heavy stillness.Chloe sat stiffly in her seat, her eyes glued to the window as if the blur of the city streets offered some escape from the man beside her. She hated how unsettled she felt, how her outburst earlier had chipped away at the armor she’d worked so hard to maintain.“Do you always sit this straight?” Jerry finally said, his voice light with feigned curiosity. “Or is it just because you’re sitting next to me?”Chloe didn’t flinch, didn’t even turn her head. “Focus on the road, Mr Manchester,” she replied, her tone ice-cold.“Oh, I am,” he said with a grin. “I just thought maybe you’d loosen up a little now that we’ve had our little heart-to-heart back there. You know, all that yelling… fe
Jerry pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, as if wounded. “Wow. No need to make it sound so criminal. I was being comforting! And, by the way, you didn’t exactly push me away.”Chloe crossed her arms, her glare as sharp as ever. “That’s because I was too shocked to move. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. You? Comforting someone? That’s about as likely as you taking a vow of silence.”“Now, that’s just mean,” Jerry said, his grin widening. “You know, darling, for someone who pretends to be all tough and unshakable, you’re awfully quick with the sass. Almost like you’re trying to impress me.”Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly as if summoning patience from some deep reserve. “No, Mr Manchester. I’m trying to survive this punishment without losing my sanity, and you’re not helping.”He shrugged, clearly enjoying every second of her exasperation. “Hey, if my presence is driving you crazy, that’s not my fault. Maybe it’s a sign.”“A sign of what?” Chloe a
Chloe went out and waited by the car for Jerry, who had just left her for a few minutes while stepping out to give some orders.Chloe was thinking about how to go about this new assignment, but she knew she needed her boss. However, Liliana’s new behavior reminded her of the Liliana that employed her—cold, calculative, and most importantly, emotionally unstable. But that was what made her who she was back then. A few months after working for her, the ice queen in her surfaced, and the old her seemed like a dream of hers.After her almost-death fiasco, Liliana changed to a more rational and emotionally empathetic person. All these changes made Chloe believe her boss might have a split personality, but she decided to go with the flow.The sound of Jerry’s footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. He strolled out of the building, a self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face. “Deep in thought, huh?” he teased, his tone light and playful. “Thinking about me, darling?”Chloe rolled her ey
“Stop staring at your phone. It won’t fix anything,” Lilly muttered, her tone sharper than she intended.Ray glanced at her briefly but said nothing, his eyes returning to the glowing screen in his hand.Lilly folded her arms and leaned against the counter. It had been two days since she resurfaced—two days since Lia disappeared somewhere deep in her mind, leaving behind more questions than answers. She hoped Lia was still in there, somewhere, because she had too much to ask, too much she needed to understand.But that wasn’t the immediate problem. Right now, the internet was ablaze with their lives. A whirlwind of headlines and vitriol had erupted like wildfire.“Trouble in paradise? The marriage was all a pretense!”“Not true love after all—just a business deal?”“Liliana and Ray: A marriage for profit, not passion.”Her phone had been pinging non-stop, her social media feeds flooded with venom.“I knew it was too good to be true!” one comment read.“What a joke! All these rich peop
“Actually, boss, when I was on my way here to see you, I received—” Chloe began, but her words faltered when Lilly abruptly waved her hand, signaling her to stop.The motion was quick, almost imperious, but it was the look in Lilly’s eyes that stunned Chloe into silence. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though her boss wasn’t just looking at her—she was looking through her, like she could see into her very soul.“If you’re here about the headlines,” Lilly said sharply, her tone colder than Chloe had expected, “forget it. I have it under control.”Chloe hesitated, glancing at Jerry before responding cautiously. “Boss, if this isn’t handled soon, it could affect—”“I said leave it!” Lilly’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting Chloe off mid-sentence.The sudden outburst startled everyone in the room. Jerry, who had been lounging against a nearby wall, straightened abruptly, his easygoing smirk vanishing. He stared at his sister-in-law in stunned silence. Lilly Manchester—the Ice Queen—ne
Chloe hesitated, studying Lilly’s face for any sign of deception, but her boss’s expression remained carefully neutral. Lilly’s mind raced. It’s impossible. The woman who had raised her, who had once been the epitome of love and devotion, couldn’t be behind this. Her mother had loved her children too much to harm them—at least, that was the narrative Lilly had clung to all these years. But doubt crept in, unwelcome and insidious. Her mother had abandoned Liliana. She had walked away, leaving her to fend for herself in a world that had only sharpened its claws after her departure. Could that same woman—the one who had once held her close and whispered promises of love—really be capable of something so monstrous? Well she hid the fact the she had a twin sister who are even older than each other, how do you explain that shit. Lilly’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to stay composed. “If there’s even the faintest connection to her,” she said finally, her voice steady but devo
Mitchell stared at her father in disbelief. “Wait… you know Evelyn Altee?”Grandpa Manchester let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his chair. “Know her? Oh, Mitchell, everyone in my circle knows Evelyn Altee—though most wish they didn’t.”Andrew, who had been silently processing everything, finally spoke up. “What do you mean by that?”Grandpa Manchester leaned forward, his expression darkening. “Evelyn Altee isn’t just some ordinary woman. She was once one of the most cunning and unpredictable players in high society. Some saw her as a tragic figure, others as a ruthless manipulator. But one thing was certain—wherever she went, chaos followed. And I can one forget the woman who made one of the Russo men break away from his family all in the name of love “Mitchell scoffed, crossing her arms. “Well, that explains a lot. Liliana has been through hell because of that woman. She’s been led to believe her mother was dead for years, only to find ou
Helena turned to her mother, stunned. Even she’s taking his side?Matilda’s expression was unreadable as she nodded. “Stay off the media. Don’t make things worse.”A hot, bitter rage bubbled inside Helena’s chest.Are they not satisfied with what they’ve done to me these past few weeks?She clenched her fists. “Do you guys even care about me?” Her voice cracked with raw emotion. “Neither of you picked up my calls. You just handed me over to the Russo family, locked me away like I was some prisoner!”James’ eyes darkened, his patience wearing dangerously thin.Matilda’s lips curled in irritation. “Helena—”“And now you want to do it again?!” Helena shrieked, her face twisted in frustration. “You want to control me like some puppet? Just say you hate me and be done with it!”Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.She knew it.Ellen had been right.They didn’t care.They never had.“You’re both horrible!” she spat, her voice cracking as she cursed them both under her
James’ patience was hanging by a thread.“Woman, have you lost your senses?!” His voice echoed through the room, laced with sharp disbelief. “Or are you seeing things that aren’t there? Who the hell is this Master you keep calling me?”James looked at her like some lunatic, what up with her?Matilda’s breath hitched. The moment the words left his mouth, it felt like ice water had been thrown on her.James took a step forward, staring at her as if she were a stranger. “I don’t remember promising you any of those things. What are you even talking about?” His fingers curled into a fist at his side. “Matilda, I swear, if you’ve gone crazy, now is not the time for it.” What does she has do be a bitch when not needed.For a moment, Matilda only stared at him, disoriented. The pounding in her head grew worse. The name had slipped out so easily, so naturally—had she really lost herself that much?James exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “What happened to my wife? The woman who loved me? Wh
“They would have what?” Ellen cut in smoothly, arching a brow. “Fought for you? Demanded your freedom?” She tilted her head. “Then why haven’t they?”Helena’s throat felt dry.Ellen sighed again, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you need to understand… They’re done. They don’t know what to do with you anymore. You’re a problem they can’t solve, a burden they’d rather not carry.”Helena’s nails dug into her palms.No.That’s not true.But hadn’t she already asked herself the same questions? Hadn’t she felt that quiet, suffocating doubt creeping in every time another day passed without a visit?Ellen watched her, eyes glinting with satisfaction as the walls of Helena’s resolve began to crack.“You know I’m telling the truth, don’t you?” she murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along Helena’s jaw. “They left you to me, Helena. Because I’m the only one who truly knows what’s best for you.”Helena clenched her teeth, shaking her head. “That’s not—”Ellen gripped her chin firmly, forcing
Helena stretched her arms above her head, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. The realization that she was finally going home filled her with relief, but there was something else—something unsettling. A weight in her chest that she couldn’t quite place. Over the past week, she had rediscovered herself in ways she never thought possible. Ellen had opened doors she never dared to approach before, and now… could she really just walk away?The thought of returning to her old life—where she was ignored, treated like a fragile inconvenience—made her stomach churn. Here, in this confined space, she had felt something new. Something exhilarating. Something dangerous. And if to be sincere she has never noticed that her parent treated her in such manner, this is all thanks to Ellen opening her eye and making her see the reality of things.I shouldn’t feel this way, she told herself. Ellen kept me locked up. She took my choices away.And yet… hadn’t she also given her something no one else ever h
The search was relentless.Every street. Every alley. Every backroad and hidden passageway in the city.Nothing.It was as if Lilly had disappeared into thin air.Ray stood at the edge of an empty intersection, his hands clenched into fists. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths.Five hours.Five agonizing, tormenting hours.No leads. No clues. No sign of her.Ray pressed his fingers against his temple, trying to stop the pounding headache threatening to split his skull.His mind raced with worst-case scenarios.What if she was hurt?What if she crashed?What if someone else found her before they did?His heart clenched painfully. No. No, she’s strong. She’s smart. She wouldn’t let anything happen to herself or the baby.But then again…Lilly was in control.And Lilly was reckless.Goddamn it, Lilly. Where the hell are you?Just as Ray was on the verge of losing his mind, his phone rang.Jerry.Ray snatched it up so fast, he nearly dropped it.“Tell me you found something,”
Ray’s heart dropped the moment he saw her.Lilly stood beside the car, her back to him, her hands clenched at her sides. The trunk was still open. And inside—An unknown stranger that he couldn’t recognize but he wasn’t seeing his face properly.Ray felt his breath hitch.What the hell am I looking at?“LILLY!”His voice cut through the eerie silence of the empty road, but the second Lilly—or rather, Lia—heard him, her body stiffened.Then—she bolted.Straight for the driver’s seat.Ray’s eyes widened in pure disbelief.“LILLY, STOP!”He ran.His feet pounded against the pavement, the rush of adrenaline surging through him like wildfire. Too fast. Too reckless.He barely made it to the car before the door slammed shut.She was leaving.Ray banged on the window, his voice desperate. “Lilly, don’t do this! Open the door!”But she didn’t.Her hands trembled on the wheel. Her breathing was uneven.And then—she floored it.The tires screeched as the car lurched forward.Ray barely jumped ba
David had felt fear before. He had studied it, manipulated it, made it his weapon. He had seen it in countless eyes—victims, test subjects, even his own colleagues when they realized what he was truly capable of.But this?This was different.A moment ago, she had been trembling. The fear had been thick, suffocating. It had been delicious.But now—Now, the woman standing before him was nothing like the fragile thing he had expected.Her eyes burned with something primal. Something wrong.The bloodlust radiated off her in waves, curling around her like a living entity. Her lips were curled, not in fear, not in pain, but in something far, far worse.Rage.David had always considered himself the puppeteer. He pulled the strings. He dictated emotions, controlled his creations.But the thing before him?She was not under his control.And she knew it.Lia’s lips parted, her voice a whisper—low, sultry, dripping with a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down his spine.“Come on.”David’s b
Lilly’s pulse thundered in her ears. The hand on her shoulder felt heavier than it should, as if it carried the weight of something beyond the physical. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.Lia.Nothing.Lia! she screamed internally, panic lacing every syllable.Silence stretched.Then, finally—“He’s the master. The psycho scientist.”Lia’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of something dark.Lilly’s stomach twisted. Master?She swallowed hard, her gaze locking onto the man before her.His face. His eyes. His presence.Recognition slammed into her like a train wreck.David Deluca. The name Evelyn uttered earlier.A name she had only heard in hushed tones, wrapped in secrecy and fear.The man who played god with human lives.The scientist who had turned bodies into experiments. Who had engineered horrors beyond comprehension.Lilliana’s nightmare.Who had, in some way, been connected to everything.Her lips parted, her breath shallow. “You—”David smiled. A