As Chloe settled back in her office, still savouring the satisfaction of her conversation with Natalie, Marcus reappeared, balancing a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a slim envelope in the other.“Thought you could use this, Ms. Westbrook,” Marcus stated, setting the coffee on her desk with a small smile. "And... there’s something else.” He held out the envelope, his expression shifting to something more formal as his eyes narrowed a bit.Without saying anything first, Chloe reached for the envelope. Marcus knew at nce that Chloe’s curiosity was piqued. “Thank you, Marcus.” She sensed the stiffness in his demeanor and paused, glancing in his direction. “What is it?”He cleared his throat, trying his best to soften his voice. “It’s an invitation. A business gala downtown, happening this Friday.” He paused briefly, gauging her expression. “It’s hosted by The Whitmore Group—one of the city’s top investment firms. I thought you might want to consider going.”Chloe traced her fin
The sun was already dipping below the city skyline as Sofia pulled up to the familiar building, her mind wandering back to the last time she’d been here. It had been over four years, shortly before her accident and the subsequent coma that had taken years from her life. This visit felt overdue and bittersweet.She stepped out of the car, smoothing her dress and heading toward the door. The thought of catching up with her closest friend brought a glimmer of comfort to her otherwise troubled thoughts. No matter what, Sofia had always felt she could confide in her friend without fear of judgment.When the door opened, Jenna, her friend of over a decade, greeted her with a wide smile and a tight hug. “Sofia! It’s been way too long!” Jenna exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t believe I’m finally seeing you again, in the flesh. How are you? Really?”Sofia hugged her back. “I’m here,” she said, managing a small smile. “It feels like I’m piecing everything back together, bit by bit.”They moved i
The luxury gala was indeed elegant—crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceilings, spreading gentle light across the busy room. Conversations floated around the open bar, and clinking champagne glasses filled the air with a sense of celebration. Chloe, standing near the entrance, let her senses adjust to the familiar hum of social activity, feeling the energy of the crowd and the warmth of Marcus’s steady presence by her side.She was dressed in a floor-length, dark emerald gown that clung tastefully to her form before flowing elegantly at the hem. A silver belt cinched at her waist, and a delicate silver bracelet graced her wrist, complementing her ensemble without overpowering it. She moved with an easy grace, her cane tapping lightly on the floor, her senses heightened to the hum of lively conversation and subtle clinks of glassware.Tonight, Marcus handled the introductions with finesse, guiding her as she met investors, board members, and a few old friends of her father. Chloe
Chloe and Leo shared a moment of silence, the noise of the gala around them fading into the background as their gazes held. Finally, Chloe found her voice again. “So tell me, where have you been all night? Or have you been waiting for trouble so you can come in like a knight to save me?”Leo chuckled, and his gaze softened as he looked at her. “If I’m your knight, then I’d say you’re one of the most beautiful and strongest queens I’ve ever met,” he replied in a low and warm voice. “Not that you need any saving, of course.”Chloe’s cheeks warmed, a rare smile pulling at her lips. “A queen, am I?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow. “Then I suppose I’ll have to make sure you stay in line.”Leo’s eyes sparkled with amusement, though something unreadable lingered just beneath the surface. “I have a feeling I’d listen to you better than most, Chloe.”There was a flicker of intensity in his gaze, a depth that made her heart skip, and she felt herself pulled in, unable to get away. They stood
“Ms. Westbrook,” Marcus began. “I just got a call from City General.” He hesitated, searching her face, and then continued, “Your father is awake.”Chloe’s breath caught, her pulse quickening. It was a moment she’d anticipated for so long but wasn’t fully prepared for. She reached out instinctively, her fingers grazing Marcus’s arm as she steadied herself. The myriad of questions, fears, and hopes rushed through her mind. Then she whispered as if to confirm what she just heard. “My father is awake?”Marcus gave a steady nod, his tone careful yet positive. “Yes, Ms. Westbrook. The doctors are with him now, monitoring his condition. They said it’s a good sign, but they’re still assessing everything.”Chloe’s mind spun as her thoughts tried to catch up with her emotions. After so many days spent in a fog of uncertainty, the news that her father was awake was both overwhelming and surreal. She blinked, refocusing herself as she turned toward Leo, who was watching her intently.“I have
“Chloe.”Chloe stood in her father’s ICU room, her pulse racing as her father’s voice hung in the air. She felt a myriad of emotions swirl within her as she moved closer, feeling her brothers at her side. Adam and Francis were quiet, each as caught in the weight of the moment as she was. And then, for the first time, her father’s eyes turned fully to her, his gaze heavy with enexpressed feelings.“Chloe,” he repeated, softer this time, as if her name were something sacred, a memory he was trying to bring back to life. His voice carried a feeling she could not fully identify—somewhere between awe and sadness.She took another step closer, gripping her cane tightly. “Father,” she whispered, the word strange on her tongue. She’d never thought of what she was going to call him, and yet now, it was the only word that fit.The seconds felt stretched as he looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face, taking in every detail as if seeing her for the first time. Chloe felt a flicker of unea
Late that night, unable to sleep, Chloe found her way to the Adam’s study whic she uses ones a while. Her thoughts were restless as the weight of her father’s awakening lingered in her mind. The reunion had left her feeling unsettled, like she was still on the outside of a family she longed to be part of. Driven by an inexplicable urge to understand more about her family’s legacy, she decided to lose herself in the work of Westbrook Industries.She reached across her desk, feeling for the laptop’s cool surface and pressed the AI voice-command button she had installed some weeks back. The screen reader activated, reading aloud the lines as she navigated her way through the company’s financial files.“Yearly revenue reports, miscellaneous expenses…quarterly summaries…” Chloe murmured, scrolling through the layers of financial data.The speaker’s monotone filled the otherwise silent office, and she began to lose herself in the figures and the notes tied to each document.But as she dug
The next morning, Chloe was ready and waiting when Marcus arrived to pick her up. She greeted him with a nod, though her thoughts were still tangled with the unsettling encounter in the study the night before.She had lain awake, the stranger’s cryptic warning echoing in her mind, but she hadn’t mentioned it to anyone—not even Marcus.Once settled in the car, she turned to him with a thoughtful expression. “How’s everything progressing with the finance meeting?” she asked.“Smoothly so far,” Marcus replied, his focus on the road as they drove toward Westbrook Industries. “The finance manager has been collecting files, and we’ll meet with her at noon. I think we’re finally close to figuring out just how deep this goes.”Chloe nodded, feeling both relieved and apprehensive. The encounter with her father had left her reeling, and now, with this new information about Henry, she felt like her entire foundation was unstable.Yet the drive to uncover the truth and secure her family’s legacy
The next morning, Sofia Sawyer stood in front of the towering Westbrook corporate building. Her designer heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she entered, her pristine appearance an effortless mask for the turmoil beneath.She wasn’t supposed to know about Dan’s visit to Chloe. But she did. Call it stalking but she had actually asked someone to follow Dan for the past few days and report to her.Dan had gone to see her.Sofia’s fists clenched around the strap of her handbag as she thought about it. Chloe Westbrook, the ex-wife who had haunted her relationship from the start. The woman who, despite being blind and divorced, somehow still held a piece of Dan’s heart. It infuriated her.She wasn’t going to let Chloe have any power over her life. Not anymore. Today, she would make sure Chloe understood exactly where things stood.Disguised as a potential client, Sofia had made an appointment under the name Sofia George. As the receptionist directed her to Chloe’s office, Sof
The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the wide windows of the Westbrook mansion’s sitting room. Chloe sat on the plush armchair, her cane resting nearby, as she sifted through her thoughts about the whirlwind events of the past week.A soft knock interrupted her musings. Before she could respond, Marcus's voice came from the hallway. “Miss Chloe, you have a visitor.”Chloe frowned slightly. “A visitor?”“Yes,” Marcus said, his tone carrying an edge of reluctance. “It’s Dan.”The air seemed to tighten around her. She hadn’t seen her ex-husband since the day he threatened her and invited her for dinner. She had hoped that chapter of her life was firmly closed. “Let him in,” she said finally, keeping her voice calm.Marcus hesitated but complied. A moment later, the sound of familiar footsteps filled the room, and Dan stepped in. His confident stride faltered slightly as he took in Chloe’s composed figure, her hands resting lightly on the armrest.“Chloe,” he began in a soft voic
The following days blurred into a calm routine of hospital visits and cautious optimism. Chloe’s life had become a balancing act, divided between her responsibilities at the company and ensuring her family received the best care possible.Adam was the first to be discharged, but his weakened condition concerned her. She had expected him to celebrate escaping the clinical sterility of the hospital, yet his mood had turned sullen.Marcus, always efficient, arranged for a private nurse and physical therapist to visit daily, ensuring Adam’s recovery continued at home.Yet, even with the best care, the frustration in Adam’s eyes was impossible to miss.“You need to take it slow,” Chloe urged him gently one morning as they sat in the cozy sitting room of the mansion. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.Adam glared at the untouched breakfast on the table. “I don’t want to take it slow, Chloe. I want to walk properly. I want to feel like myself again.
The ride to the hospital was calm, with the sound of the car engine providing a steady background to Chloe’s thoughts. She had asked Leo to take her there to see her brothers first before driving her home.Sitting beside Leo, she found herself nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.“You’re unusually quiet,” Leo said softly, his voice breaking the silence.Chloe tilted her head in his direction, offering a faint smile. “Just thinking,” she admitted. “About Adam and Francis. I can’t imagine how worried they’ve been.”“They’ll feel better seeing you,” Leo reassured her. “It’ll do them good to know you’re safe.”She nodded, her fingers tightening slightly on the fabric. “Thank you for bringing me here. I couldn’t go home without seeing them first.”The hospital came into sight, its plain outside shining softly in the afternoon light. As they pulled into the driveway, Chloe took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was sure to be an emotional reunion.Inside, the soft beeping o
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting muted shadows across the guest room. Chloe stirred beneath the warm covers, her senses gradually awakening to the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air. The sound of a low, hushed voice caught her attention, drawing her from the edges of sleep.She remained still, her head resting lightly against the pillow, as she strained to catch the words.“...need to find out who it was,” Leo’s voice murmured in a firm but quiet voice. “I don’t care what it takes. They targeted her, and I won’t let it go unanswered.”There was a pause, presumably the other person responding. Leo’s tone softened but held its edge. “Just keep me updated. I want answers soon.”The line clicked off, and Chloe heard the faint rustle of movement. She let her breathing remain slow and even, unsure if she should acknowledge what she’d overheard. Before she could decide, Leo’s voice broke the quiet again.“Chloe?” he said softly, closer now. “You’re awak
The dining room grew quiet again as the remnants of their dinner were cleared away. Chloe sat back in her chair, her fingers tracing the edge of her napkin. Despite the tension of the past few days, this moment of calm felt precious, even fleeting. She exhaled softly, feeling her shoulders relax for the first time since the ordeal began.“Chloe,” Leo began, breaking the silence with a thoughtful tone. “Would you like to take a stroll? Stretch your legs a bit?”She tilted her head, intrigued. “A stroll?”“Just around the mansion,” he said. “It’s quiet this time of night. I can show you the garden, maybe even the library if you’d like.”Her lips quirked into a faint smile. “A guided tour of the Leo King estate? How could I say no?”Leo chuckled as he stood, moving to her side to offer his arm. “Shall we?”Chloe hesitated for a moment before taking his arm. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be resting, you know,” she reminded him in a teasing tone.“I’ll be fine,” he replied smoothly. “
When Chloe woke up, the room was a bit dark and silent. The gentle sound of the air conditioning and the far-off footsteps were all that suggested that there was life in the mansion somewhere. Chloe was now lying in bed, feeling the soft mattress underneath her, which was very different from the chair where she had dozed off.She sat up slowly, disoriented for a moment. Her hands brushed against the soft sheets, and a faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. The faint ache in her muscles from the events of the day before made her sigh softly.“You’re finally awake,” a familiar voice said from somewhere nearby in a warm and teasing tone.Chloe turned her head toward the sound, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Leo,” she said softly. “You’re out of bed. You shouldn’t be up. You should be resting.”“Don’t tell me you’re going to be one of those grumpy nurses who would keep me in bed all day if they could,” he quipped with a faint chuckle in his voice.Chloe couldn’t help but laugh
The room was still and quiet, the only sound you could hear was the soft, rhythmic beeping of the monitors beside Leo’s bed. Shadows from the dim overhead light played across the walls, creating a calm amidst the storm that had torn through the night.Chloe sat slumped in the chair beside him, her head resting on the edge of his bed. Her breathing was soft, her face turned slightly toward him, her fingers still curled around his hand as if even in sleep, she couldn’t let him go.Leo’s eyes fluttered open slowly, his vision hazy and blurred at first. The ache in his chest was a dull throb, a reminder of the bullet that had narrowly missed his heart. He blinked, the fog lifting as his gaze focused on the figure beside him.Chloe.For a moment, he simply watched her. Strands of her hair fell across her face, and her lips were parted slightly in the relaxed stillness of sleep. Despite the exhaustion evident in the dark circles beneath her eyes, there was a softness to her features that
The room was dimly lit, filled with sweat and the smell of cigarette smoke. Signs of earlier chaos were everywhere, with debris scattered around and chairs turned over. The man in charge of the kidnap, a wiry man with a gaunt face and sharp, hawk-like eyes, paced back and forth, his boots thudding heavily against the concrete floor.Before him, three men knelt, their faces bruised, blood trickling down from cuts on their foreheads and lips. Each bore the aftermath of a mission gone disastrously wrong, but they kept their heads bowed, too terrified to meet their leader’s burning gaze.The wiry man suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing on the closest man. “Just thirty damn minutes. Thirty!” he snarled, his voice echoing sharply against the cold, bare walls. “I told you to watch her, to keep her contained. All you had to do was scare her. Make her sweat a little. That’s it!”He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “And not only do you mess it up,” he growled, his voice dr