MasukColt’s body slumped deeper into the chair, his head lolling to the side.Madison stood still for a moment, watching him.Then, a slow, dark smile spread across her face.“Checkmate,” she whispered.She walked over to him, her heels clicking softly. She stopped right in front of him and reached out, using one finger to tilt his head back. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.“You were always too kind for your own good, Colt,” she mocked, her voice a sharp contrast to the sobbing mess she had been five minutes earlier. “You see a girl crying, and you just have to save her. It’s your biggest flaw. And today, it’s the reason I win.”She had been planning this the moment she heard he was at her father’s office. Her father’s secretary, a woman she paid three times her salary to keep an eye out for her, had texted her the second Colt walked through the door.Her father had no idea that his secretary was on her payroll, too.The moment she saw Colt in that office, sitting there
Colt sprinted out of the Baker Global building. He arrived at the car park just in time to see the taillights of Madison’s red sports car speeding around the corner. She was driving like a lunatic, weaving through cars without a care for anyone else.“Shit!” he hissed, scrambling into his own car and jamming the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the parking lot, his tires chirping against the asphalt, his jaw clenched as he kept his eyes fixed on her taillights. “Why does she always do this?” he snapped, hitting the steering wheel with his palm. He didn't want to be chasing a woman who had just threatened to end her life.But then he saw Grant’s face in his mind. The man had looked pale, aged by a decade in a single second. Grant had been like a father to him after his own was gone. He couldn't let the man’s only daughter drive onto a bridge because of a mess he helped create.“Pick up, Madison! Pick up!” Colt roared, pressing the speakerphone but
“Madison!” Grant’s voice boomed. He slammed his palms onto the mahogany desk and shoved his chair back so hard the wheels screeched against the floor. “What the hell are you doing here? This is a private meeting!”Madison didn’t flinch. She walked farther into the office as if she owned it, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She moved around the desk and stopped beside her father, close enough to touch him.“Daddy,” she said, her voice dropping into a sweet purr. She looked up at him with wide, fake-innocent eyes. “I came to make sure you weren't letting this... this traitor talk you into another mistake.”Grant looked down at her, his jaw working so hard a vein throbbed in his temple. “How did you even know he was here, Madison? I told my staff no interruptions.”Madison let out a sharp, mocking laugh and rolled her eyes. “Please. Do you really think I’d let my future husband sneak into your office without me knowing?”Grant’s face hardened. “Are you spying on me in my own
Colt slid into his car and slammed the door. He couldn't start the engine. He just sat there, his hands white-knuckled as he gripped the steering wheel.Logan’s building loomed in front of him. That meeting was supposed to be his salvation. Instead, he’d walked right into a trap set by the man Lauren had once loved.He leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. His chest felt hollow, like someone had reached inside and ripped out his heart, leaving nothing but a cold, aching hole.If he had known.If he had known the CEO was her ex-fiancé, he never would have walked in with a smile on his face. He felt like a fool, a desperate, blind one.He exhaled roughly and rubbed his face. His phone lay silent on the passenger seat, heavy with options he did not want to touch. But there was one last thing he had been avoiding doing.Colt picked up the phone. His thumb hovered as he scrolled through his contact list, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Grant Baker’s name stare
Colt felt the air leave his lungs as if he had been kicked in the stomach. The office was dead silent, the only sounds the faint hum of the air conditioner and the thudding of his own heart.“Leave Lauren?” Colt finally whispered, the words tasting like poison on his tongue. He let out a sharp, jagged laugh that held no joy. He shook his head, staring at Logan as if Logan had suddenly grown a second head. “You can’t be serious. You’re standing here, in your expensive suit, in your fancy office, trying to buy a woman, a human being?”“I am very serious,” Logan said, standing behind his desk, his eyes fixed on Colt’s face. “Don't twist my words. I’m not buying her, Colt. I’m rescuing her from you.”Colt’s blood turned to fire. He slammed his palms onto the desk, the sound echoing through the room. He leaned in until their faces were inches apart. “Do you realize what you’re asking? She is pregnant with my child."“I am very aware,” Logan replied calmly. “The whole world knows, Colt. Eve
“What the hell are you talking about?” Colt asked, his voice sharp, confusion cutting through him.The man didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his jaw shifting as he ground his teeth together. His eyes weren't just cold anymore; they burned with raw hatred. “I’m talking about Lauren,” he hissed. “The woman you stole from me."Colt’s eyebrows pulled together. He felt a sickening crawl of suspicion move up his spine, settling at the base of his skull. He took a slow step forward, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the polished floor. “I don’t understand,” he said, the words coming out slow and dangerous. “How do you know her?"Logan’s chest rose as he drew in a deep, shaky breath. He adjusted the lapel of his suit jacket, a movement far too calm for the fire in his eyes. “I’m Logan,” he said. "Lauren’s fiancé.”The words hit like a punch.Colt shut his eyes tight. He dragged his hands down his face, his palms rough against his skin, trying to ground himself before he did something







