All Chapters of WHERE OUR HEARTS MEET: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She clenched her jaw. “You don’t get to tell me what I need to do. This is about my name, my life, reputation, future, and career. You want me to throw of these away?”His gaze darkened. “Then let me help you decide.” “You have nothing to lose if you agree with my arrangement. You can be sure of that. I will protect you and provide for you financially.”“What about emotions?” “Emotions don't come into play when my position is on the lifeline and my company in jeopardy” She glared at him for a few seconds before replying “Very well”In a swift motion, he pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, and held it up.The video played instantly. A news broadcast.“........ Yet another statement against Ethan Calloway, alleging that the Calloway Corporation is engaging in illegal financial activities…”Elena’s stomach twisted.The scene shifted to an older man, one of Calloway’s major shareholders. His face was red with anger as he spoke to the press. “If Ethan can’t handle this

Elena shut the door behind her with more force than necessary. “You’re going to finish what you started.”Vincent arched a brow, his expression unreadable. “And what exactly did I start?”She let out a sharp breath, her hands clenching at her sides. “The rumor, Father. The disgusting lie you spread about Ethan and me. You thought you could ruin him, but all you did was back him into a corner. And now, he’s marrying me.”For a moment, he said nothing. He simply leaned back in his chair, fingers steepling together, studying her. Then, a short, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “So that’s how he chose to handle it?”His lack of reaction fueled her anger. She took another step forward. “You thought the engagement was a lie? You thought you could play God with my life, but guess what? You don’t get to control this anymore. You will be at that wedding. You will walk me down that aisle, because this…” she gestured, showing him the engagement ring, her voice rising, “...this is your doin

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face, and for a moment, she looked nothing like the woman who challenged him at every turn.His chest tightened.Damn it.Ethan clenched his fists and forced himself to leave. Because if he stayed any longer, he might do something reckless. Something that would change everything.And he wasn’t ready for that.***Ethan Calloway had mastered the art of distraction.For the past few days, he had buried himself in work, drowning in back-to-back meetings, project deadlines, and negotiations that required his full attention. But no matter how much he tried to focus, Elena lingered in his thoughts like an unresolved equation.Sharing a house with her was a silent battle neither of them acknowledged. They passed each other in the halls, exchanged curt pleasantries, and pretended there was nothing brewing beneath the surface. But he could feel it.At night, he heard her movements in the guest room. He could picture her lying awake, just as he was, bot

Before she could scream before she could even register another move…The door burst open, and there he was.Ethan.A gunshot shattered the silence.The force of it sent the masked figure stumbling back, their grip loosening just enough for Elena to wrench herself free.Barefoot, shirtless, gun still aimed at the intruder. His expression was murderous, his blue eyes burning with a lethal intensity she had never seen before.The intruder recovered quickly, spinning toward the window. Without hesitation, they threw themselves through the glass. Shards exploded outward, catching the moonlight like deadly stars.Ethan moved to follow, his muscles taut with rage, but by the time he reached the shattered frame, the figure had already vanished into the darkness below.The estate’s security lights flared to life, flooding the grounds.A second too late.Elena, still sprawled on the floor, struggled to catch her breath. Her hands trembled, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts.Ethan

Elena's head pounded as she slowly drifted into consciousness. A dull ache spread through her limbs, her body stiff from an unnatural sleep. The scent of expensive cologne and aged wood filled her nostrils, the air thick with familiarity, a scent from her past.Her eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of golden chandeliers hanging from a high ceiling. The room was large, its walls adorned with intricate moldings, oil paintings, and rich mahogany furniture. The faint hum of classical music played from a speaker system, so soft it was almost a whisper.Where am I?Panic gripped her chest as she pushed herself upright. A silk duvet pooled around her waist, the mattress beneath her unnervingly comfortable.This wasn’t a hotel. This wasn’t an abandoned warehouse like in some crime movie.This was a home.A very familiar home.Realization hit her like a cold slap.Her father’s estate.Elena's breath hitched. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet sinkin