“What is it?” Adam asked in a low voice filled with concern.Francis ended the call quickly and turned to face them. “It’s Mom and Dad. They’re at the Westbrook private airstrip.”“What do you mean they’re at the airstrip?” Adam asked in surprise. “Weren’t they supposed to be in Europe until next month?”Chloe felt her stomach tighten. She hadn’t expected her parents back so soon, and neither had Adam or Francis. The original plan was for them to return at the end of the month, but clearly, their parents had made other arrangements. Her nerves, already frayed from the board meeting, now buzzed with anticipation.Francis rubbed the back of his neck, still looking at his phone. “Yeah, well, leave it to them to do the unexpected. I guess they wrapped up business early.” His voice softened slightly. “They want to see us.”Chloe felt a lump form in her throat. Meeting her parents for the first time since reclaiming the Westbrook name was an overwhelming thought. She had no idea what they
Mrs. Warren gently guided Chloe down the hall after Uncle Henry’s departure, her soft hand resting lightly on Chloe’s arm, as if offering silent support. They moved in comfortable silence at first, the weight of Uncle Henry’s words still hanging over Chloe like a dark cloud.Finally, Mrs. Warren’s warm voice broke the silence. “If you’re thinking about how much you don’t like him,” she said softly, “trust me, you’re not alone.”Chloe smiled despite herself, turning her head toward the familiar voice. “You don’t like him too?”Mrs. Warren let out a soft chuckle. “He’s not the easiest man to get along with, I’ll admit. But I’ve been around the Westbrooks long enough to know who has the family’s best interests at heart.” She paused, her voice becoming more serious. “And you do, Chloe. Don’t let him get to you.”Chloe’s heart warmed at Mrs. Warren’s kind words, but the doubt from her encounter with Uncle Henry still gnawed at her. “It’s hard not to,” she admitted. “He seems so sure that
“This is Officer Grant with the local police. I’m calling about an accident involving your family.”Chloe’s blood ran cold, her grip tightening around the phone. “An accident?” she whispered.“There’s been a serious car accident,” Officer Grant continued grimly. “Your brothers, Adam and Francis, along with your parents, have all been involved. They’re being rushed to City General Hospital.”Chloe’s mind went blank for a moment, the words not fully sinking in. “Are they... are they okay?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling.“I don’t have full details yet, but they’re alive. Emergency services are on-site, and they’re doing everything they can.”Chloe felt her knees weaken as she struggled to process the information. Her family. All of them. The world seemed to tilt around her, the room closing in as her breath quickened.“I… I n-need to... I need to get to the hospital,” Chloe’s voice shook as she spoke.“Of course, Ms. Westbrook,” Officer Grant said gently. “The hospital will hav
“As for your parents..." The receptionist paused, her voice softening. "They’re both in critical condition and in surgery now."Chloe felt the floor tilt beneath her. Her parents. Critical condition. Surgery. The words echoed in her mind, bouncing around with no real meaning at first until they hit her all at once. They were fighting for their lives.Mrs. Warren tightened her grip on Chloe’s arm. "It’s okay, Chloe. We’ll go to your brothers first, and the doctors will update us on your parents when they can."Chloe nodded numbly, allowing herself to be guided toward the emergency wing. Her mind struggled to catch up, her emotions teetering on the edge of control. She needed to keep it together, but her heart was in freefall.They reached the emergency room, and as soon as Chloe entered, they were met with the nurse who was about leaving.“How’s he?” Mrs Warren asked.The nurse turned to look at Adam before facing Mrs Warrem. “Honestly, it’s kind of bad. A broken collarbone, two crack
Someone had tried to kill her family.Chloe sat beside Francis’s bed long after he had fallen back into a fitful sleep, her hand still lightly resting on his. The rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring his vitals was the only sound in the room, but her mind was far from quiet.Tampered brakes. The words echoed in her mind, growing louder and more sinister with each passing second. Someone had tried to hurt them. Maybe even kill them. It wasn’t just a freak accident. It was planned—targeted. But by whom? And why?She gently released Francis’s hand, her fingers trembling as she stood. Mrs. Warren was waiting outside, giving her space but close enough to be there if needed. Chloe leaned on her cane, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on her shoulders. As she stepped out of the room, Mrs. Warren approached with concern etched across her face.“How’s he doing?” she asked softly.Chloe shook her head, her voice weak. “He’s... stable, but in pain. They said he’ll need week
“You’ve got to hold it together, Chloe,” Adam continued. “You’re the only one left standing. We need you to step up.”Chloe’s breath hitched. Me? She had barely come to terms with being back in the Westbrook family, let alone taking on the responsibility of the entire empire. Her hands trembled as she gripped the chair beside her, her mind spinning.“I don’t... I don’t know if I can,” Chloe whispered in a shaky voice. “I don’t know anything about running a company. How am I supposed to—”“You don’t have a choice,” Adam cut her off. His tone was harsh, bordering on desperation. “You’re a Westbrook, Chloe. That name carries more weight than you realize. The board, the shareholders—they’ll listen to you, but only if you show them you’re strong enough to lead.”Chloe shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “But I—”“Chloe,” Adam cut her off, his voice was steady despite the pain etched on his face. “I’ve seen you fight through things people can’t even imagine. You didn’t let the world
The next hour was a whirlwind. Chloe barely had time to process Adam's words before his assistant, Marcus, arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Adam had made the calls, and everything was moving fast—too fast. You’ve got to step up, Chloe. You’re the only one left. Adam’s voice echoed in her ears as Mrs. Warren led her to the parking lot.As they pulled out of the hospital parking lot, Marcus’s calm voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "The board members are gathering, and the media’s already at the building. They know about the accident."Chloe’s heart raced. "And they know about my parents’ condition?""Only what’s been reported publicly—critical, no specifics. But the board’s uneasy. Stocks are dropping. People are panicking. They need someone to reassure them."Chloe pressed her hands against her legs, trying to steady herself. Me? Reassure them? She wasn’t ready for this, not even close. But with Adam and Francis in the hospital and her parents fighting for their lives,
“We will be holding an immediate vote,” Sterling continued. “The board will decide whether you are the right person to take temporary control of Westbrook Industries or if we should consider other candidates—your uncle, Henry Westbrook, included.”Chloe’s pulse raced as Robert Sterling’s words sank in. ‘An immediate vote?’ She hadn’t expected this. It was all happening too fast. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice was shaky.“That’s not fair,” Chloe countered, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “My family is in the hospital. My father built this company. I should be given time to—”Sterling raised his hand, maintaining a neutral but stern expression on his face. “Ms. Westbrook, fairness doesn’t change the reality we’re facing. Westbrook Industries cannot be without leadership, not even for a day. Stocks are plummeting, investors are pulling out, and the media is circling like vultures. The board is within its rights to elect a leader.”Chloe clenched her fists, trying t
The days after her confrontation with Leo passed in a haze of confusion and regret for Chloe. She hadn’t meant to push him away with her words. All she wanted was honesty—a glimpse into the shadows he seemed to live in. Yet, she had managed to create a chasm between them.She shook her head as she sat in her office, braille documents under her fingers. It was foolish to keep thinking about him. She didn’t have the luxury to let herself get distracted—not now, not with everything else spiraling around her. Perhaps it was the universe’s way of telling her to focus on herself and the challenges ahead.Still, every so often, her mind would wander, and she would find herself wondering where Leo was. Was he angry? Hurt? Or worse—indifferent?Her frustration simmered as the hours wore on. By the time Marcus helped her into the car that evening, Chloe felt the exhaustion weighing on her, both physically and emotionally.“Rough day?” Marcus asked as he slid into the driver’s seat.“Rough wee
Chloe's gentle breathing created a calm atmosphere in the still living room while Leo tucked the blanket around her shoulders. Her head lay gently on the soft pillow, her face calm in sleep. For the first time in what seemed like days, she appeared genuinely relaxed, causing him to pause before stepping away from her.As soon as he went outside, the calm appearance faded away. The cool evening air touched his skin, but it did not calm the restless energy flowing inside him. His thoughts raced, each one more intense than the previous, as he walked toward the side of the house where Anton was waiting.“Anton,” Leo said, his voice sharp.Anton moved out from the dark corner of the patio, his big body fitting well into the low light. “He’ll be here soon,” he said, his deep voice calm and steady.Leo nodded, his jaw clenched as he folded his arms. “Okay. I would like this completed promptly.”Their tension was clear as the minutes went by, broken only by the soft chirping of crickets. Le
“And yet, you’re still here,” he teased gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.Chloe’s lips curved into a genuine smile, the weight on her shoulders feeling just a little lighter. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to hope—not just for a resolution to her troubles, but for something more.Leo’s hand lingered on Chloe’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. The intensity of the kiss they’d just shared hung in the air between them, thick and electric. Chloe’s breath was uneven as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint, self-conscious smile.“Leo,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “I—”Whatever words she had been about to say were cut off as Leo leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as deliberate as it was tender. This time, there was no hesitation, no unspoken tension—only the quiet reassurance of two people finding solace in each other. Chloe’s free hand slid up to rest on his chest, feeling the stead
Leo King sat in his office, scrolling through his phone while sipping his usual black coffee. The sharp taste of the drink combined with the usual flow of emails created a clear difference from the surprising news alert that suddenly appeared on his screen.BREAKING NEWS: WESTBROOK ENTERPRISES INTERIM CEO ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT.Leo’s heart sank. Chloe. He set the coffee cup down with a soft clink, his jaw tightening as he read further. Every line painted her as a calculating executive funneling funds into offshore accounts. It was a clear attack, and yet the media presented it as gospel truth.Without hesitation, he dialed her number. Chloe picked up after a couple of rings, her tone steady but tired. “Leo.”“Chloe, I just saw the news. What’s going on?”“I don’t know who’s behind this,” she began, her voice measured but tinged with frustration. “Someone planted false evidence. Marcus and Adam are helping me—”“I don’t care what the media says,” Leo interrupted firmly. “I care ab
The mall buzzed with the usual hum of activity: children’s laughter echoing from the play area, the faint clinking of plates from the food court, and the soft strains of background music weaving through the air. Sofia Sawyer strolled through the upscale shopping district, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She carried an aura of determination, masking the simmering bitterness she’d harbored since her last encounter with Chloe.She turned into a designer store, her fingers brushing over racks of meticulously crafted garments. Sofia hardly noticed the clothes—her mind was too busy running through scenarios to regain control of her crumbling image. She needed leverage, an edge against Chloe.“...She thinks she’s untouchable,” a sharp voice cut through Sofia’s thoughts.Sofia turned slightly toward the sound, her curiosity piqued. Near the store’s expansive glass windows stood Nancy Greyson, phone pressed to her ear. Nancy’s body language was as cutting as her tone—shoulder
The sound of tires crunching against gravel echoed through the Westbrook mansion driveway, drawing Chloe’s attention from her seat in the drawing room. The faint creak of the front door followed moments later, and Marcus’s measured footsteps approached.“Miss Chloe,” Marcus said from the doorway, his tone careful. “A delivery has arrived for you. It’s... several large boxes.”Chloe tilted her head slightly. “From whom?” she asked, her fingers instinctively tightening around her cane.Marcus hesitated. “Mr. Dan Sawyer.”The name made her chest tighten, her pulse quickening. She forced herself to remain calm, though her voice sharpened. “What’s in the boxes?”“Baby items,” Marcus replied evenly. “A crib, toys, clothes… a few other things. It looks like he was preparing for the child.”Chloe’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her heart sank, and her anger simmered just beneath the surface. “Return them,” she said coolly. “The truck left already, Miss.”“Then call another delivery service
The next few days passed in a blur of happiness and healing for the Westbrook family. The once somber atmosphere of the mansion lightened with each passing day. Adam had taken to cracking even more jokes, and Francis—despite his grumbles—was slowly warming to the teasing camaraderie. Their father spent long afternoons sitting with their mother, the two of them quietly reconnecting after the long, frightening separation.Chloe, too, felt a change within herself. Though her mother’s recovery was still in its early stages, each visit left her feeling more connected. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like an outsider.On a crisp Thursday morning, Chloe stood in the foyer of the Westbrook mansion, adjusting her cane and dress as she waited for Adam. Adam’s voice rang out from upstairs, muffled but still audible.“Chloe! If you don’t wait for me, I’m charging you rent for the ride!”Chloe chuckled softly, her grip tightening on her cane. “You’re the one who’s late, Adam.
Adam's words lingered in the air, each sound affecting Chloe and Marcus like a pebble dropped into calm water.“She’s awake. Mom… Mom is awake.”Chloe’s grip tightened on her cane, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. “Oh my God,” she whispered, the weight of the words settling in her chest. “That’s… That’s incredible news.”Adam’s grin spread, a mixture of relief and excitement lighting up his features. “After a month plus,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s finally awake.”Chloe steadied herself, taking a slow breath as her heart raced. “We need to go,” she said, her voice firm with urgency.Adam was already dialing on his phone. He pressed it to his ear, pacing as the call connected. “Francis? Yeah, it’s Adam. Listen, I just got a call from the hospital. Mom’s awake.”A muffled gasp came from the other end. Adam nodded as though Francis could see him. “Yeah, I know. We’re on our way too. Just... don’t try to drive yourself, alright? We’ll pick you up.”As he ended th
The gift store bell jingled softly as Chloe and Adam stepped inside, Marcus trailing a step behind them, his expression as unreadable as ever. The air carried a faint mix of lavender and vanilla from the myriad of candles and potpourri sachets scattered throughout the shop. Chloe tapped her cane lightly on the floor, the sound echoing faintly as her feet felt the polished tiles beneath her.“I don’t know why you insist on dragging me into this,” Chloe said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like I can help much with picking things out.”“That’s nonsense,” Adam replied, his voice full of mock offense. “You’ve always had impeccable taste. Besides, I need someone to rein me in before I buy something ridiculous.”Marcus’s low murmur cut through. “Before?” It earned a soft chuckle from Chloe.Adam shot Marcus a mock glare. “I’ll have you know, I have exquisite taste. But, for your information, restraint isn’t one of my strengths.”“Exquisite taste?” Chloe tilted her head, her s