“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
True to his word, Leo was there first thing in the morning, waiting for Chloe with a quiet smile and an easy confidence that put her at ease. She thought she would feel nervous, but his presence calmed her and made her feel more stable than she expected.As they headed to the hospital, Chloe felt Leo’s gaze shift to her occasionally. “I’m glad you asked me to come with you,” he said softly. “This is… well, it’s a big day.”"Yes, it is," she answered in a quiet but nervously excited voice. She took a breath, feeling the stress of the upcoming tests settle over her. “My brothers would’ve come, but…” She hesitated, her mind flashing to Adam and Francis, still tethered to their own hospital beds. “They can’t exactly leave the hospital right now,” she finished, a wry smile tugging at her lips.Leo spoke gently, his eyes filled with understanding. “I’m sure they’d be here if they could. You’re lucky to have them, Chloe.”She nodded, turning her head slightly toward him. “Family… it’s compli
"Are you saying that it’s him?” Chloe's voice betrayed a hint of tension that she barely managed to hide as she sat across from Rachel Lewis, the finance manager of Westbrook Industries. The room was silent, except for the soft sound of the air conditioning and the gentle rustling of files piled up on the conference table between them. Chloe leaned forward, her fingers tracing the leather cover of her notebook as she waited.Rachel took a deep breath and spoke seriously while adjusting her glasses. “Yes, Ms. Westbrook. These anomalies all lead back to Henry’s accounts. But…” She hesitated, her voice dropping. “I believe he may not be alone in this.”Chloe's jaw tightened, showing a hint of anger hidden under her calm surface. “And you’re sure?”Rachel nodded. “As sure as I can be. We’ve been tracking these transactions for a while, but with his influence… Well, no one was ever able to bring it to light. I’ve also suspected that there are others in his corner, quietly aiding him.”"Wh
“Nice to finally meet you, Ms. Westbrook. You’ve made quite the impression in recent weeks,” one of the men finally spoke in a tone that felt distant and somewhat casual.His voice was unfamiliar, and Chloe struggled to place it, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of the situation.Before she could respond, the man spoke again, his tone more serious this time."You see, it's important that people like us understand our roles, and right now, your role is simply to follow directions." He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.He turned to face another of his men at the back of the van. "Tie her up," he commanded, then his attention returned to her. "I hope you don't mind. We need to ensure your cooperation."Chloe struggled weakly against the restraints, her breath coming in short gasps as panic took hold. She had never been so vulnerable, not since her accident.The sound of the engine roared around her as the van picked up speed, the vibration beneath Chloe’s feet
Meanwhile across town, Marcus paced at the curb, his heart racing as he watched the van disappear around the corner with Chloe inside. Panic clenched his throat as he fumbled for his phone, his fingers trembling as he scrolled through his contacts.He knew he was supposed to call the police first, but something stopped him, a familiar nagging sensation in his gut telling him that was the wrong move. At least for now.His mind went to a short but important conversation, well, not a conversation since he only had to listen, he was given a number, the instructions clear, 'If Chloe finds herself in any danger, call me first. Immediately.He stopped on Leo’s name, hesitating briefly before pressing the call button. He could still call the cops later. For now, he just needed to get word to Leo.The phone rang only twice before Leo’s steady voice came through. “Marcus?”His heart skipped a beat. Marcus couldn't remember ever feeling such relief upon hearing Leo's voice. He opened his mouth,
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
The office building had grown eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by the oppressive weight of uncertainty. Marcus paced in Chloe’s office, her cane and phone resting on the desk where he’d placed them after retrieving them from the floor outside. Every so often, his eyes darted to his watch. Over an hour had passed since Leo had taken off with Chloe. No updates. No calls.Marcus stared at his phone, his thumb hovering over Leo’s number. He’d called twice already, and each time, the line went straight to voicemail. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, shoving the phone back into his pocket.The silence in the room felt deafening. Marcus’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios. What if something had gone wrong? What if the men who had taken Chloe had backup? What if—No. He shook his head, forcing himself to stay calm. Leo would handle it. He promised he would. But the nagging feeling in his gut told him otherwise. He had waited long enough.Taking a deep breath, Marcu
Anton gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he pressed the accelerator, speeding through the city’s streets with no regard for traffic lights or the blare of honking horns. The SUV roared past intersections, weaving through traffic like a predator hunting its prey. In the back seat, Chloe held Leo’s limp body against her, her tears staining his shirt as she tried to steady him.Her chest heaved with sobs, her mind consumed with guilt. “This is my fault,” she whispered in a trembling voice. “He’s hurt because of me. If I hadn’t been—”“Enough!” Anton’s voice interrupted her. “He’s not dead yet, so stop crying over him like he is. Save it for later, when he can yell at you himself.”Chloe flinched at his tone, biting her lip to hold back her tears. She knew he was right—her tears wouldn’t help Leo now—but the feel of his blood soaking through his shirt, his shaky breaths, and the shallow rise and fall of his chest shattered her resolve. She nodded weakly, holding
A moment later, another set of footsteps entered the room—a slower and more deliberate one.“Chloe?” The familiar voice called out.Chloe’s breath caught in her throat. “Leo?” she whispered, disbelief and relief flooding her at once.Leo’s voice was calm yet clear, piercing the musty atmosphere of the dimly lit room. “I’d be careful if I were you.” His gun was raised, trained with deadly precision on the man holding Chloe.The kidnapper paused for a moment, keeping his gun aimed at Chloe, his hand tightening around the handle. “You wouldn’t put her life in danger,” he sneered, but the slight tremor in his voice revealed his doubt.Leo’s eyes burned with cold fury. “You think I won’t put a bullet in your head before you can even pull that trigger?” His words carried no bravado, only the lethal certainty of a man who had done worse for less.The man hesitated, his resolve faltering under Leo’s intense gaze. “I just do my job, alright? Nothing personal. You want her back? Let me walk out