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Chapter 65
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2025-01-21 08:00:00Knoxx’s Point of View
A sharp ray of sunlight pierces through my eyelids, and I groan, turning away from the glare. My head pounds, the remnants of too much alcohol still sloshing in my system. I shift, but the soft sheets beneath me feel unfamiliar. Something doesn’t add up.
Where the hell am I?
The smell of faint perfume hits me, and my eyes snap open. My surroundings blur into focus: floral-patterned curtains, a dresser lined with delicate trinkets, and... the sight that makes my blood run cold—I’m in Dolly’s bed.
Panic grips me like a vise. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. My mind scrambles to piece together last night. I remember coming home, drunk. I dreamed of her—her touch, her voice, the way she looked at me. I’m sure it’s Caroline… but now I’m here, and it doesn’t make sense.
“Good morning,” a soft, saccharine voice purrs from the doorway.
I wh
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe sharp click of my heels on the pavement matches the thundering of my heart. The chaos of the last few moments swirls around me like a storm. My eyes dart toward the voice that cuts through the crowd, and relief floods my chest as I see a familiar face—my father.“Dad?” My voice is unsteady, a mix of disbelief and gratitude.He steps forward, his tall figure imposing as always. His sharp suit and confident stride immediately command attention. “Caroline,” he says curtly, his gaze sweeping over me with a quick assessment. ”The receptionists, who moments ago were mocking me with sneers and biting words, suddenly straighten, their demeanor shifting as they recognize him. The smug expressions vanish, replaced by nervous smiles.“Mister Hill,” one of them stammers, her tone now saccharine sweet. “We didn’t realize she was with you. Please, go right in.”My father’s cold gaze lands on her, and she visibly shrinks under his scrutiny. He doesn’t bother to acknowled
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Knoxx’s Point of ViewI’m standing near the center of the grand ballroom, a glass of champagne in my hand, barely listening to the conversation swirling around me. Dolly is beside me, her laughter high-pitched and artificial as she flirts shamelessly with some big-name businessmen, her arm looped possessively through mine. I force a polite smile, nodding at the right moments, but my mind is elsewhere.Then I see her.Caroline.She’s here.Her presence pulls my attention like a magnet. She’s radiant, even from across the room, the dim lighting catching on the soft waves of her hair and the elegant dress that hugs her frame. But my stomach twists when I notice who she’s with.Adrian.My stepbrother is leading her to the dance floor, his hand resting casually on the small of her back, his touch infuriatingly intimate. Caroline’s lips curve into a soft smile as he speaks to her, and something primal surges within me. I grip my glass tighter, the champagne threatening to spill over the rim.
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe ride home with Adrian is quiet, but not uncomfortable. The tension from the evening hangs in the air, and I can feel Adrian glancing at me occasionally, gauging my mood. My cheeks burn as I replay Knoxx’s outburst in my head. He’s reckless, emotional, and now, he’s made me the center of gossip in a room full of powerful people. I’m embarrassed, furious even, but the overwhelming feeling is guilt—guilt that Adrian had to endure the brunt of Knoxx’s actions.“I’m sorry,” I murmur, breaking the silence. My voice feels small, but I need to say it.Adrian glances at me, his expression softening. “Why are you apologizing?”“Because none of this would have happened if I hadn’t…” I trail off, unsure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous. “If I hadn’t danced with you.”He lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his
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Caroline’s Point of ViewThe bar smells of spilled alcohol, and the dim neon lights flicker overhead, casting a muted glow on Knoxx’s slouched figure. The space is quiet enough that I can hear the soft hum of the music, a sound that seems to hang in the air and contrast sharply with the storm inside my chest. My heels click against the floor, my steps measured, as if I’m walking toward a confrontation I already know the outcome of. My heart is a twisted mess of confusion and anger, but I hold myself steady as I approach him.He lifts his head slowly, his eyes glassy and unfocused. For a moment, I wonder if he even recognizes me. His gaze lingers for a second longer than usual, and then he mutters, “Caroline.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been calling for me long before I stepped into the bar. “You came.”I stop just a few steps away, crossing my arms tightly, instinctively shielding myself from whatever comes next. My mind is a whirlpool of emotions, and I don’t trust myself to say
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Caroline’s Point of ViewI grip my bag so tightly my fingers start to cramp. But I don’t loosen my hold. I don’t dare. Because if I do, I might lose my grip on more than just the bag—I might lose my grip on myself.My mind is still a storm of emotions, a violent whirlwind that refuses to settle, refuses to let me breathe. I replay every word of that kindergarten disaster, every sharp remark Dolly threw at me like knives, aiming straight for the parts of me she knew were already bruised."A child raised without a real father is bound to be unruly.""No wonder Knoxx replaced you."My jaw clenches, my teeth grinding together.How dare she?How dare she stand there, smug and victorious, as if she has some moral high ground over me?Dolly—the woman who stole my designs, my husband, and now wants to act as if she has the right to look down on me?The very thought of it makes my blood boil.I should have said more. Should have ripped her down from that pedestal she’s so desperate to stay on.
