Chloe’s POV
The rest of the day went by in a blur. The hours slipped past me as I tried to keep my focus on the work at hand, each task an attempt to distract myself from the inevitable. My thoughts kept wandering back to Nicholas. Had he really recognized me? Or was I just being paranoid? No, I couldn’t be. There was something in his eyes, something that lingered between us, unspoken but felt. I couldn’t afford to get tangled up in it again, especially not now. By the time the last customer left and the café quieted down, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. One more hour and I could lock up, go home, and forget that today had even happened. “Hey, honey, I’m actually going out today, so can you lock up?” my mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as she finished her closing duties, pulling off her apron. “It’s just for an hour. You can handle that, right?” I hesitated. Normally, we closed the shop together, but this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. If I stayed alone, there was a higher chance that— “I was planning on heading out with some friends,” my mom added, sensing my hesitation. “It’s just an hour. You can handle that, right?” I forced a smile, nodding as I tied my apron around my waist. “Of course, Mom. Enjoy yourself.” As soon as the door closed behind her, I glanced at the clock. It was 8:00 PM. One more hour. The café was nearly empty, just a few customers lingering over their drinks, their murmurs blending with the soft music playing in the background. I felt the tension in my shoulders slowly ease as I settled into my routine, letting the minutes tick by. For a moment, I thought maybe—just maybe—nothing else would happen tonight. Maybe I could close the café, go home, and pretend none of this had ever occurred. I was about to take a bite of a blueberry muffin when my phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. Sighing, I bent down to pick it up, not realizing how fast my pulse was picking up. And then I straightened. He was right there. Standing just inches away, separated only by the counter. My breath hitched, and for a split second, everything seemed to freeze. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, unreadable yet intense. My heart slammed against my chest as I froze, unable to move. Nicholas was standing right there, mere inches away, his gaze unwavering. The world outside seemed to fade, the sound of the café’s music, the murmur of the remaining customers—everything vanished. It was just him and me, and the unspoken tension that filled the air between us. I barely registered the muffin crumbling in my hand as I stared at him, my thoughts jumbled, my breath shallow. “I’d like to order coffee,” his voice broke through the thick silence, smooth and low. “Black. No sugar.” I nodded, almost mechanically, trying to push past the rising panic in my chest. Stay calm. Act normal. I turned away, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the coffee machine. The dull hum of the machine and the soft clink of utensils felt like they were miles away, like I was moving in slow motion. I kept my focus on the task, but every muscle in my body screamed at me to do something—anything—but stay here. His presence loomed over me, a constant pressure that made it difficult to breathe. The coffee dripped slowly, and I forced myself to focus on the simple task. I couldn’t let him see how unsettled I was. I couldn’t give him any reason to know that I was anything but calm. When I finally placed the steaming cup in front of him, I tried to steady my shaking hands. “Here’s your coffee, sir,” I said, keeping my voice even, but the tremor betrayed me. He didn’t move to take it right away. Instead, his gaze lingered on me, his eyes piercing, studying me in a way that made me feel exposed. I swallowed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. “Nicholas,” he corrected softly, his voice like velvet. I blinked, confused for a moment. “W-what?” He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “My name is Nicholas.” I nodded quickly, forcing my smile to stay in place. “Well, I’m Chloe.” He chuckled “I know your name” make me smile awkwardly. turned back to the counter, pretending to wipe it down. My mind raced. Why was he still here? He’d finished his coffee. He should have left by now. But instead, he sat there, his eyes flicking over the décor of the café, his posture casual, as if he wasn’t in any hurry. As if he had all the time in the world. I checked the clock. 9:00 PM. Closing time. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the flutter of anxiety in my stomach. “Um… Nicholas, it’s closing time.” He didn’t respond immediately, and for a brief moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. But then, with a smooth, almost effortless motion, he stood up. “Great. I’ll walk you home,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. I felt my stomach drop. “Oh—no, you don’t have to do that,” I stammered, my mind scrambling for a way out. He didn’t even flinch. His expression remained cool, unfazed. “I insist.” I sighed inwardly, the weight of inevitability pressing down on me. There was no arguing with him. I gathered my things, my heart racing as I stepped outside into the crisp evening air. The breeze chilled me, but not as much as the thought of being alone with him again. I was about to pull out my phone to call a cab when his voice stopped me. “I’ll give you a ride,” he said, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I shook my head, trying to keep my composure. “No need. I can call a cab.” His jaw tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed just a touch. “I won’t hurt you, Chloe. I’m just offering you a ride home. You’ll save money.” I bit my lip, about to make another excuse, when the sky seemed to shift suddenly. The first drop of rain hit my cheek, and before I could react, the sky opened up in a torrential downpour. The cold, heavy rain soaked through my clothes in seconds. I gasped, barely processing the change in weather when, in one fluid motion, Nicholas grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful, and before I could protest, he was leading me toward his car. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice calm, like he knew exactly what was best. I didn’t have a choice. Not now. The warmth of the car hit me as soon as I slid into the passenger seat, the contrast to the cold rain soaking into my clothes making me shiver. Nicholas turned on the heater, glancing at me with an almost imperceptible raise of his brow. “Are you warm enough?” he asked, his voice low, almost too soft for the silence that hung between us. I nodded, unsure of how to answer. I was warm now, but my mind was still spinning. He didn’t know who I was. He couldn’t. “Here,” he said, reaching into the backseat and retrieving a jacket. “You’ll need this.” I hesitated before accepting the jacket, feeling his fingers brush mine for a fraction of a second. His touch lingered in my skin, sending an unexpected jolt through me. I pulled the jacket on quickly, trying to shake off the sensation. “Thanks,” I muttered, barely able to keep my voice steady. The car hummed as Nicholas started driving, the rain tapping gently against the windows. The silence in the car was suffocating, but I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? He was a stranger who didn’t recognize me, yet everything in my body screamed that this was far from ordinary. After a few minutes, he spoke again, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Tell me about yourself.” I stiffened slightly, my mind instantly going on alert. Careful, Chloe. Keep it light. Keep it casual. I forced a smile, leaning back in my seat to give myself a moment. “Well, my name is Chloe Monroe. I work at my mom’s café. I moved here eight years ago from Boston.” I caught a flicker of interest in his eyes as he glanced at me, though his expression remained unreadable. “Boston?” I nodded, relieved he wasn’t pressing further. “Yeah.” “And you?” I asked, trying to shift the focus off of me. He smirked, though it was brief, and when he spoke again, it was with a certain cold confidence. “I’m Nicholas Romanov Fortune. The heir to Fortune Enterprises.” The name struck something in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. I kept my face neutral, unwilling to let on that it meant anything to me. “I have a younger brother, Ken. My parents are out of the country right now,” he added, and then fell silent. Before I could ask anything else, he pulled up in front of my house. “Is this the right address?” he asked, his eyes still on me. I nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you for the ride.” He didn’t respond immediately. His gaze lingered on me, studying me for a beat longer than what felt comfortable. Then, he gave a nod. “Goodnight, Chloe.” I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped out of the car, my heart still racing. I didn’t relax until I was safely inside, the lock clicking shut behind me. Pressing my back against the door, I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath. What had I just done? I had let him drive me home. The same man I had spent years running from. I peered through the window, watching as his car drove slowly away into the night. He doesn’t know who you are. He can’t. But deep down, something in my gut told me that it wouldn’t be long before he did. Then would he be so generous?Nicholas’s POV The drive to Warehouse 3 felt like an eternity. The rain kept falling in sheets, blurring the streets and making the city look like it had been swallowed whole by the storm. But none of it mattered. Not the weather. Not the mess outside. I had one thing on my mind: Alex. My thoughts kept drifting, though. They kept pulling me back to Chloe. The way her eyes flickered when I asked about her past, the subtle hesitation in her words when she spoke of Boston. Every instinct in me was telling me something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something. There was a sharpness to her, an edge that made her stand out among the countless faces I encountered every day. Most people tried to hide their vulnerabilities, but Chloe? She wore hers like a cloak. And that made her dangerous in its own way. I had spent years reading people, understanding them at their core, breaking down their facades, and yet with her… I couldn’t get a full read. As the rai
The scent of freshly ground coffee filled the air as I busied myself behind the counter, trying to focus on the morning rush. But my mind was restless, my hands moving on autopilot as the unease from last night lingered.I felt jumpy, my stomach twisted in knots. Would Nicholas come back today? Would he keep showing up at the café, weaving himself into my routine until I couldn’t escape?The chime of the doorbell snapped me from my thoughts. I looked up, my breath hitching slightly. But it wasn’t Nicholas.A man stepped inside—tall, with sharp features and the same commanding presence Nicholas carried. He approached the counter with a casual but deliberate stride, and as he stopped in front of me, his piercing gaze settled on mine.“Hi, Chloe. Nicholas wanted me to let you know that he can’t make it today—he has an appointment,” the man said, his voice deep but smooth. “I’m his brother, Isaac. Also, he asked me to pick up his coffee. He said you know what he likes.”I blinked at him.
The morning air is crisp, but Chloe barely notices as she steps onto the bus, her mind fogged with anxiety. The city feels different today—too loud, too sharp. Every passing car, every stranger’s glance, every footstep behind her feels like a warning.By the time she reaches the café, her hands are cold, her nerves frayed. She forces herself to breathe, to move as if today is just another day. Because it has to be.Nicholas is coming.The thought alone sends a shiver down her spine. Yesterday, she only knew him as a wealthy businessman with too much charm and too many secrets. Today, she knows the truth—he’s a killer. A man whose world operates on silence, shadows, and blood. And she is standing right in his path.Her mother notices her hesitation as she ties her apron. “Chloe, are you alright?”She forces a quick nod, her smile brittle. “Just tired.”Her mother hums in understanding, but her gaze lingers too long, filled with quiet concern.The day moves in a blur of routine. Orders.
Nicholas’s POV“He’s innocent, boss.”Clark’s voice is hesitant, but the words hit me like a bullet.For a second, I don’t react. I don’t move. I don’t breathe.Then, rage.A sharp slam echoes through my office as my fist crashes against the desk. The force sends a glass of whiskey toppling over, the amber liquid spilling across the dark wood.Alex was innocent.We killed the wrong man.I push back from my desk, pacing the room, my breaths coming hard and fast. My mind replays every detail of the hit—every calculated move, every drop of blood spilled. And for what?A mistake.Someone had played me, fed me bad information, and now an innocent man was rotting in the ground while the real witness was still out there, breathing. Hiding.I grit my teeth, fists clenching at my sides. “Who the fuck gave us that lead?”Clark swallows hard but holds my gaze. “It came from our usual channels. The intel was solid—at least, it seemed that way.”“Seemed?” I snap, turning on him. “We don’t deal in
The café hums with the usual midday rhythm—coffee machines whirring, quiet chatter filling the space, the occasional clatter of ceramic cups. Chloe keeps her head down, focusing on her tasks, but her hands tremble slightly as she wipes down the counter.Nicholas is coming.She repeats it in her mind like a warning, like a storm she can’t outrun.The bell above the door chimes, and her stomach twists.She forces herself to look up.It’s not him.Just another customer.Chloe exhales, relief and dread tangling in her chest. How long until he arrives? Until she has to face him, knowing what she knows?The hours drag. She busies herself, refilling sugar containers, adjusting pastries in the display case—anything to keep her hands occupied. Her mother comes and goes from the backroom, unaware of the war raging inside her.Then the bell chimes again.This time, it’s him.Nicholas strides in like he owns the place, like he owns the very air in the room. His presence is overwhelming, commandin
Nicholas watches her closely, his gaze unwavering, his lips curling into a smile that’s equal parts wicked and knowing. The flickering candlelight casts shadows over his features, making him look even more dangerous than usual. It’s almost as if he’s savoring the tension that hangs between them.Chloe, on the other hand, tries to steady her breath. The sensation of his eyes on her feels too intimate, too intense. She resists the urge to squirm, lifting her glass of water to her lips to hide the unease building in her chest.“You’re so quiet tonight,” Nicholas observes, his voice smooth, teasing.“I’m just thinking,” she replies, her tone sharp, trying to keep her composure. She doesn’t want him to see how his presence unnerves her, how every part of her wants to flee.“Thinking about what?” he presses, his lips twitching, clearly enjoying her discomfort.She shrugs, trying to play it off. “Does it matter?”His gaze darkens slightly, the smirk slipping just a fraction. “Of course it ma
The night was dark, the streets eerily quiet. Nicholas sat in his office, the usual hum of his world drowned out by the sharp edge of tension in the air. His mind was focused, sharp, but there was something off tonight. Something looming.A knock at the door broke his concentration.“Boss,” Clark’s voice was grim. “There’s been a problem.”Nicholas turned his chair slowly, his eyes narrowing. “What happened?”Clark stepped inside, holding a phone, his expression grim. “One of our men—he’s dead. Shot in the head. Point-blank.”Nicholas felt a cold chill wash over him. He had already guessed who was behind it. “Who did it?”“Alex Grey’s brother,” Clark said quietly. “He’s not going to let this slide.”Nicholas’s jaw tightened, his thoughts racing. Alex’s brother had been silent, biding his time. But the storm was coming, and now it had arrived.“I want him found,” Nicholas said, his voice hard. “Now.”__Meanwhile, Alex’s brother is in the shadows, pulling strings of his own.The man st
Nicholas drove in silence, his jaw tight, mind racing a mile a minute.Clark’s voice soon came through his earpiece, breaking the stillness. “Boss, this guy is smart — real smart. He covered his tracks like a damn ghost. No cameras, no witnesses, nothing. It’s like he vanished into thin air.”Nicholas’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.“People like him don’t vanish,” Nicholas said coldly. “They hide. And every man who hides leaves a trail… no matter how small.”Clark hesitated. “You think he had this planned all along?”Nicholas’s eyes darkened.“He’s been planning this since the day I killed his brother.”And that’s what bothered Nicholas the most — Alex Grey’s brother wasn’t reacting emotionally. No reckless attacks. No stupid mistakes. Everything he did was calculated. Controlled. Patient.That made him dangerous.Nicholas pulled up outside one of his safe houses — an underground base nobody outside his inner circle knew about. If this was going to turn into a long game, he ne
The door chimed as Chloe stepped out of the café into the crisp morning air, Adrian close behind her like a shadow she couldn’t shake. Everything outside looked the same—cars passing, a cyclist ringing his bell, the faint buzz of city life—but to Chloe, everything felt wrong. It was like walking into a dream she couldn’t wake up from.Her legs felt heavy, trembling with each step. Adrian didn’t touch her, but his presence loomed beside her like a loaded gun cocked and ready. He nodded toward a sleek black car parked just a few feet down the street.“Keep walking,” he said, tone light like they were discussing weather.She didn’t want to. Every part of her body screamed to run, to fight, to cry for help. But her mind flashed to the strangers in her café. The couple by the window. The man who smiled as she handed him his croissant. Adrian wasn’t bluffing. He would kill them without hesitation.Her steps carried her to the car, her breath shallow as he reached past her to open the back d
Isaac’s FuneralThe clouds hung low like a mourning veil, thick and unmoving. Rain hadn’t fallen yet, but the air was wet with grief and the promise of a storm. The cemetery was quiet, the usual noise of life muted by the weight of death. Only the wind moved, slipping through the trees, curling around the gravestones, whispering sorrow.Nicholas stood in front of the casket, hands in his pockets, jaw locked so tightly it ached. His black coat fluttered slightly in the wind, but he didn’t move. He hadn’t spoken a word since he arrived.The priest droned on, voice trembling through prayers and hollow reassurances. Nicholas didn’t hear a single word. His eyes were fixed on the polished mahogany casket before him—Isaac’s final bed.His little brother.Gone.He had imagined many things—arguments, bruises, laughter, Isaac storming out and coming back with that smug grin—but never this. Never a grave. Never silence.The priest said, “May he rest in peace,” and stepped back.Nicholas stepped
Chloe’s POVThe quiet hum of her apartment felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos she had just left behind at the coffee shop. Chloe sat on her couch, her legs tucked beneath her, staring at the window as the rain continued its relentless assault on the city. She couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over her, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off.The news of Isaac’s death weighed heavily on her, pulling her into a spiral of guilt and confusion. She knew Isaac. He had been one of those familiar faces at the coffee shop, always smiling, always ready to crack a joke. He had been nothing but kind to her, even if their interactions were brief and casual. It didn’t make sense. He was a good guy, a guy who didn’t deserve to be taken like that.She rubbed her face with her hands, her thoughts a blur. How could this happen? Why him? And why had Nicholas come to her, looking so lost, so broken? His
Adrian’s POVThe night was thick with the sounds of distant thunder, but Adrian didn’t hear the storm as he sat in his office, watching the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His mind was alive with the knowledge that his plan was unfolding perfectly. Nicholas was vulnerable—he had lost Isaac, and with him, a piece of his strength. The game had changed, and now, Adrian had the upper hand.But there was more to it than just revenge. He wasn’t simply trying to destroy Nicholas for the sake of it. There was a deeper motive, one that drove every decision he made, one that fueled his every move. He hadn’t forgotten about his brother Alex, the one Nicholas had killed. Adrian had never let that betrayal go, and the death of Isaac was only part of the payback he had been building towards for years. But he wanted more. He wanted Nicholas to feel the full weight of the loss, to understand what it was like to lose everything—just as he had.The connec
Chloe’s POVThe warm scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, the steady hum of the espresso machine a constant comfort in the otherwise quiet Chapters & Coffee. Chloe wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time, her mind wandering as she looked out the window. The rain had started pouring heavily, a dark blanket settling over the city. She liked it when it rained—there was something soothing about it, like the world slowed down just a bit.But today, she couldn’t shake the unease that had been gnawing at her all afternoon. It was as if something, or someone, was watching her. Every time the door opened, her heart would skip a beat, her head snapping toward it, only to find that it was another regular customer or passerby seeking shelter from the downpour. But the feeling lingered, a constant pressure on her chest.She forced herself to focus, arranging the pastries neatly in the display case. The gentle chime of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts, and she gl
The warehouse felt like a maze, each turn offering nothing but shadows and the scent of rust and decay. Nicholas’s heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm of his footsteps echoing in the silence. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, but he couldn’t. Not without Isaac.He followed the blood trail, each step heavier than the last. The deeper he went into the labyrinthine space, the more unsettling it became. The warehouse seemed endless, as though it had been abandoned for years.Finally, at the farthest point of the building, he found it. A small room, its door hanging off its hinges. Nicholas’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, his hand hovering over the door handle. The blood trail stopped here.He pushed the door open, and the sight that greeted him nearly took the air from his lungs.Isaac’s body lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, motionless. Blood pooled around him, staining the floor in dark, sinister splotches. Nicholas’s eyes widened, a guttural sound of disbeli
Meanwhile, Isaac drives to meet the private investigator at the warehouse.The engine of Isaac’s car hums steadily as he weaves through the streets, the weight of the information he’s about to receive pressing heavily on his chest. The investigator had contacted him with crucial details—details that could change everything. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s about to hear, but he knows it’s tied to Chloe. The very same woman he knows is involved with Nicholas in a way no one truly understands.As Isaac nears the warehouse, his thoughts are clouded with anticipation and anger. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel, the urgency of the situation gnawing at him. This could be the breakthrough they’ve been waiting for—the key to everything they’ve been chasing.He parks in front of the warehouse, a dilapidated building on the edge of town that always looks deserted. No one notices anyone who comes or goes. Perfect.Isaac steps out of the car and heads toward the entrance, the crunch of
Chloe’s POVThe soft chime of the doorbell breaks the quiet atmosphere of the café. I glance up to see a man stepping inside. He’s tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an air of confidence that immediately catches my attention. His eyes scan the room with sharp precision, and when they land on me, it feels like he’s studying me—like he knows something about me that I don’t even know yet.I swallow the sudden lump in my throat. Something about him feels… dangerous.He doesn’t approach the counter, though. Instead, he walks past me, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and heads straight to an empty table near the window. There’s no mistaking the calm authority in his movements, the kind that makes you realize he’s used to being in control.I glance over at Nicholas, who’s sitting in his usual spot. His eyes narrow when he notices the man, and the tension between them is palpable. Nicholas doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s aware of
Chloe’s POV — The Next DayThe next day felt unusually long.And despite telling myself that everything was probably fine… seeing Nicholas walk through the café door with his men instantly shattered any false sense of peace I had built overnight.My relief vanished.My heart sank.There he was — effortlessly intimidating, dressed in black, surrounded by his usual gang of dangerous-looking men. But it wasn’t just their presence that unsettled me…it was the way Nicholas’s dark eyes immediately found mine.Locked. Unblinking. Watching.Swallowing down my nerves, I forced myself to walk over to their table. Professional. Calm. Unbothered.Even though every step I took towards them felt like walking into the lion’s den.“What can I get you all?” I managed, my voice steady — barely.They ordered like they always did, casual and relaxed like they didn’t have blood on their hands or danger trailing behind them like shadows. But Nicholas… he didn’t say a word.He just stared.His gaze burned i