"Can you have Mr. West call me as soon as he's available?" Chloe requested, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and concern.As she awaited the truth, her heart sank at his response. The weight of his statement seemed to pull her down, and she fought to maintain composure."Mr. West is currently in a meeting," she replied, the sound of her shuffling feet in the living room resonating through the phone. Max's footsteps indicated his return."Please ensure he calls me within the next hour," Chloe insisted firmly.With a frustrated gesture, she placed the phone back on the table and resumed her eating position. Max reentered the room, and Chloe tried her best to mask her nervousness. She hadn't expected him to return so quickly, and doubts crept into her mind, questioning her decision to answer the call."You're back," she greeted, attempting to hide her inner turmoil. She hadn't anticipated this turn of events, and she was beginning to question the consequences of her impuls
Emma trembled, her body quivering with anxiety."What?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with fear and confusion."He has lost consciousness," came the distressing news.Emma struggled to calm herself down. Kylian had lost consciousness. Wasn't she just in the room with him a few minutes ago?"You're still alive," she muttered, a mix of relief and frustration coursing through her.In a rush, Emma disconnected the call and thrust the phone into Calvin's hands. "Do something, Calvin! Take him to the hospital. Why did you come to me? Am I a doctor?"She let out a heavy sigh, contemplating how she would handle the news of Kylian's illness. How could she salvage the situation?Calvin hurriedly approached her, and Emma held her breath, fearing yet another distressing revelation.Had Kylian passed away? Was she destined to a life of loneliness?"Mrs. Kincaid," Calvin addressed her, extending her phone. It was then that she realized. She shook her head, unwilling to speak to Linda Kincaid. Lin
Chloe pulled at Ollie's hand, signaling her urgency to leave."Let's go."Max was taken aback by the unfolding events. He understood Chloe's anger at his failure to call or keep her waiting, but the abrupt desire to end their relationship felt extreme. He attempted to reach for her hand, but she withdrew, fixing him with a furious glare. Then, resolutely, she marched out of the club.Max couldn't let her walk away like that without addressing the entire situation. If revealing the truth would bring her the peace she sought, he was determined to do so."Chloe!" he called out, his voice filled with urgency. He moved swiftly to catch up with her. The club's dense crowd made it difficult, with a group of girls trying to catch his attention."Want a drink?""How about a dance?"Max fought his way through the throng. By the time he emerged outside, Chloe was already stepping into her car and speeding away."Fuck!" he cursed, angrily stomping his foot. Everything was spiraling out of his con
Chloe awoke with an insurmountable headache, her head throbbing against her skull as the memories of the previous night slowly seeped into her consciousness. She recalled sitting at a corner in the club, indulging in drinks without restraint.Her stomach churned, and she hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, afraid she might vomit. Even with an empty stomach, the migraine persisted, unyielding."I promised myself I'd never get this drunk, Chloe," she murmured, reproaching herself in the mirror. Her appearance was a complete disaster. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her mascara had smudged, creating dark smears around her eyes. She imagined what Linda Kincaid would say if she saw her in such a state, and a bitter laugh escaped her lips.From the day they met, Linda had always shown her love and support. But Linda had a talent for concealing her vulnerabilities, and it wasn't until her divorce from Kylian that Chloe truly understood that."Thank goodness you're finally awake," Ollie
"The office is not responding to the email," Max muttered with frustration, stepping out of his house. The multitude of troubles seemed to be closing in on him, and now even the governor's wife had managed to find her way onto his growing list of worries."Thank you, Shirley. I'll take care of it myself," Max said, dismissing his assistant with a nod of gratitude.If he didn't have the concern of leaving Chloe alone at the gala, he wouldn't have been bothered by the governor's wife's sentiments towards him. But now, as he approached his car, the chauffeur opened the door, awaiting Max's instructions. Max slid into the plush comfort of the limo, finding a momentary respite from the chaotic world outside.He was certain Chloe wouldn't be at home. With the approaching fashion season and her tireless dedication to her designs, he had witnessed her staying up all night, pouring her heart into her work."Girly Lux," Max instructed his chauffeur, his voice filled with a mix of hope and appre
Kylian couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched Chloe gracefully interact with the reporters. She exuded an undeniable radiance, a reminder of the mistake he had made in letting her go. He felt a twinge of regret and a longing to be by her side, but he knew it was a futile desire now that she was in the spotlight once again.Emma, on the other hand, seethed with envy. Chloe's entrance had effortlessly stolen the attention that had previously been on her, and the few lingering gazes that remained were fixated on Kylian. What was it about Chloe that captivated everyone's interest?"I thought you had somewhere to be," Emma nudged Kylian, bringing him back to reality.Reluctantly letting go of Emma's hand, Kylian realized that they had posed enough for the cameras. It was time for him to mingle with the crowd and make his presence felt. He grabbed a drink from a passing server and made his way towards where Chloe was being bombarded with numerous interviews. The reporters seemed to have
Chloe found herself unable to escape from Max's captivating gaze. How could she when his eyes seemed to anchor her to her seat, and the entire room was fixated on their encounter? There was no hiding from him now.As Max approached, a wave of his irresistible charisma accompanied his every step. At that moment, Chloe momentarily forgot her anger and resentment toward him. She wished, even for a thousand miles away, to be closer to him. His eyes, filled with a mix of longing and remorse, locked onto hers, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was as if they were in their own private realm, where no one else existed, where their unspoken desires and emotions were laid bare.Chloe could feel the weight of their connection, the undeniable magic that still lingered between them. The remorse in Max's eyes mirrored the longing in her own. She was certain that her eyes revealed just how much she had missed him and how desperately she yearned for things to work out between them.Drawing closer,
Gray Stanford beamed with satisfaction as he presented his evidence to the couple. Chloe sat comfortably, nestled in Max's arms and concealed beneath a duvet that provided them with a sense of intimacy. Max's enclosed hand remained discreetly hidden, exploring the contours of Chloe's body.Chloe's gaze fixated on the photograph of the man before her. Although she didn't recognize him personally, the distinctive tattoo that adorned his neck, stretching down to his back, confirmed that he was the man they had been searching for. While all the evidence pointed towards Emma as the perpetrator, Chloe knew that without finding the tattooed man, she wouldn't be able to bring her down."How can we locate him?" she asked, her voice carrying a sense of urgency.Gray nodded, his expression focused. "I conducted extensive research on Diego. There's very little information available about him. I discovered that he served time for drug-related offenses and was on parole a few years ago. I managed t