When Chloe was born, Violet was determined to facilitate a relationship between her daughter and Charles, their father. Charles began visiting more frequently, and sparks of love ignited between him and Violet. They would meet in public places and go on dates, all while Charles maintained a secretive closeness with Amelia, often ending up in her bed. For six years, none of the women involved realized the complicated web Charles had woven.However, when Violet became pregnant again, she wanted a defined relationship with Charles. She confronted him, laying out her ultimatum. "If you don't want this, I would consider aborting this baby and moving on," she told him. "In a few months, I'll be moving to Chicago, Charles, and I'll be taking Chloe with me. I won't return to you this time if I leave."Charles couldn't bear the thought of losing Violet. His love for her was undeniable. "We should get married again," he proposed, desperate to keep their family intact. "Let's leave this city and
Sofia's senses heightened as she heard the familiar shuffling of feet approaching. She could easily recognize the sound of Carlos' footsteps, but with each visit, there was always a tinge of fear that Alejandro had summoned him for her. Sofia had believed she had the courage to stand up to Alejandro, but the past few days spent in the cold cell had been humbling, teaching her the harsh reality of her situation.Carlos appeared in front of her cell, the one person she was beginning to trust in this bleak existence. He visited her frequently, ensuring she had some semblance of a decent life within the confines of her prison. His boots echoed as he stepped into the cell, this time carrying a larger bag with him. He dropped it on the ground and fixed his gaze on Sofia."I'm leaving," he announced, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and uncertainty.Sofia remained unmoved, her emotions guarded. She didn't care if he was going away."Alejandro is sending me off to Abu Dhabi," he contin
Sofia's senses heightened as she heard the familiar shuffling of feet approaching. She could easily recognize the sound of Carlos' footsteps, but with each visit, there was always a tinge of fear that Alejandro had summoned him for her. Sofia had believed she had the courage to stand up to Alejandro, but the past few days spent in the cold cell had been humbling, teaching her the harsh reality of her situation.Carlos appeared in front of her cell, the one person she was beginning to trust in this bleak existence. He visited her frequently, ensuring she had some semblance of a decent life within the confines of her prison. His boots echoed as he stepped into the cell, this time carrying a larger bag with him. He dropped it on the ground and fixed his gaze on Sofia."I'm leaving," he announced, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and uncertainty.Sofia remained unmoved, her emotions guarded. She didn't care if he was going away."Alejandro is sending me off to Abu Dhabi," he contin
Chloe was filled with excitement. The upcoming trip to Abu Dhabi felt like a dream vacation, and it was the perfect opportunity to unwind before the release of Girly Lux's fashion season samples and her wedding planning with Max. Standing in front of the mirror, she adjusted her hair and applied lipstick, enhancing her stunning oval face that complemented her curly hair.Max entered the room, glancing at his watch. "We have thirty minutes left," he announced."I'll be ready in ten," Chloe replied with a playful smile.Max's gaze trailed over her body. Her leather pants hugged her curves so perfectly, accentuating her figure. Chloe looked undeniably stunning, and Max couldn't help but stare. He approached her from behind, gently placing his hands on her hips, his body pressing against hers."You said thirty minutes," Chloe teased, chuckling softly."I know what I said... but how can I resist when you look this hot?" Max whispered, his lips grazing her neck.Chloe continued applying her
Debby strode into the room, clad in a sleek black suit that barely concealed her enticing red see-through top. Her skirt ended mid-thigh, revealing her confidence and hinting at her daring nature. The once cascading locks of her youthful hair had been transformed into vibrant, dyed pixie curls that framed her face. Every step she took emphasized her assertive presence, her waist swaying gracefully on six-inch heels.Max couldn't believe his eyes. "Debby?"She halted in her tracks, finally noticing the stranger in the room. The seriousness etched on her face melted away, replaced by a wide, genuine smile."Max! It's like a miracle!" Her voice brimmed with excitement as she approached him. "You haven't changed a bit."Max was taken aback by her sudden appearance. What was Debby doing in New York? And why was she representing Kincaid Company?She drew closer, her intention clear—a warm hug. Henry, seated nearby, smirked self-assuredly."You look amazing," she exclaimed.Max averted his g
Debby strode into the room, clad in a sleek black suit that barely concealed her enticing red see-through top. Her skirt ended mid-thigh, revealing her confidence and hinting at her daring nature. The once cascading locks of her youthful hair had been transformed into vibrant, dyed pixie curls that framed her face. Every step she took emphasized her assertive presence, her waist swaying gracefully on six-inch heels.Max couldn't believe his eyes. "Debby?"She halted in her tracks, finally noticing the stranger in the room. The seriousness etched on her face melted away, replaced by a wide, genuine smile."Max! It's like a miracle!" Her voice brimmed with excitement as she approached him. "You haven't changed a bit."Max was taken aback by her sudden appearance. What was Debby doing in New York? And why was she representing Kincaid Company?She drew closer, her intention clear—a warm hug. Henry, seated nearby, smirked self-assuredly."You look amazing," she exclaimed.Max averted his g
"Fuck!" Max impulsively let out the f-word in the corporate environment, which he instantly regretted as eyes rolled in his direction. "Sorry," he said in a softer apologetic tone.The meeting had just concluded, and Max reached for his phone, which had been set to "Do Not Disturb." His heart skipped a beat as he saw multiple missed calls and texts from Chloe. How was he going to explain everything to her without sounding suspicious or funny? He knew her trust in him was wearing thin.Exiting the boardroom, Max hurried towards the door, dialing Chloe's number frantically. "Please pick up, Chloe," he pleaded, feeling the weight of the suspense pressing upon him. His nerves were on edge as he listened to the phone ring. Had she already boarded the flight?"Max," her voice finally came through. Hearing her say his name eased the rapid pace of his racing heart. "Where have you been?"From the tone of her voice, he sensed a hint of underlying disappointment. It compelled him to choose his
“I’ll be expecting your call…” Debby’s audacious words still resonated in Max’s mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget them. She used her keen understanding of him to her advantage. Just what does she want, showing up at a time like this? His mind ran through a couple of possibilities that could explain her sudden resurfacing in his life at such a time like that.Deep down, he longed to be with Chloe, away from the confines of his office, his competitive work, and the apparent temptation that Debby would bring. Was this all a setup by Kincaid? He knew his arch-rival would go to the utmost lengths to get the upper hand in their rivalry. It could be a set up for a scandal and maybe a plot to get the whole contract to himself…ridiculous. He hadn’t taken out the card in his pocket since he had reached his office, as he feared he might dial it if he had taken it out. Ever since she’d stuffed that card into his breast pocket, each passing moment reminded him of their time together an