Ryan Hastings had always been a man of contradictions.
On the surface, he had it all—charm, good looks, and the effortless confidence of someone born into wealth. People gravitated toward him, drawn to the easy smirk and devil-may-care attitude he wore like a second skin. But beneath that polished exterior was a man at war with himself. A man burdened with choices that never seemed to align with the person he wanted to be. Chloe had once been his anchor. The one thing in his life that felt honest, untouched by the weight of his family name and the shadows that came with it. With her, he had been different—softer, maybe even better. And yet, he had ruined it. Ruined her. Ryan had never been the kind of man to dwell on regrets. At least, that was what he told himself. Yet, as he stood across the street watching Chloe step out of the coffee shop, the weight of his choices pressed against his chest like an iron fist. His gaze followed her as she moved, gripping a cup in one hand, her phone in the other, her brows drawn in the way they did when she was thinking too much. Something was on her mind. Something heavy. And Ryan had a sickening feeling he knew exactly what it was. It had been gnawing at his gut for weeks. Damien. He had overheard Sienna mention it in passing—how Chloe was preparing for a high-profile meeting with Damien Cross. Sienna had tried to sound indifferent, but Ryan had caught the flicker of resentment in her eyes. Jealousy. Their father had once again trusted Chloe with something significant, something that could change everything—while Sienna was left on the sidelines. Ryan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. He had been preparing for this moment, rehearsing what to say and how to say it. He knew Chloe wouldn’t want to hear from him. She despised him—barely wanted to breathe the same air as him. But he couldn’t let her walk into this blind. And despite everything, despite the pain he had caused her, Ryan still wanted to protect her. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was something more twisted, something he didn’t want to name. But the truth was, he knew exactly what kind of danger Chloe was stepping into. And despite her hatred for him, even though she would probably tell him to go to hell—he had to warn her. He saw it then—the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers tightened around the coffee cup. Her breath quickened. She was sensing something. Her instincts had always been sharp. She reached for her car key, her steps quickening, as if running from something - or someone. Until she felt a presence behind her. A shadow looming over her. She turned—and her gaze landed on him. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing into something colder. Then she finally broke the silence. “What are you doing here, Ryan? Are you following me?” “Yes… I mean no….no.” He stuttered. Something about her always made him feel like the ground beneath him wasn’t steady. His words failed him. His knees grew weak. His palms are sweaty. However, this was his chance and one he couldn’t afford to lose. “I need to talk to you.” Chloe scoffed, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.” Ryan felt something tighten in his chest. “Chloe, listen—” She picked up her pace again, walking toward her car. “Please.” His voice was lower this time. “It’s important.” She stopped but didn’t turn around. A sharp inhale. Her jaw clenched. Then finally, she spun to face him, her eyes burning with fury. “You lost the right to talk to me the second you chose her.” Ryan flinched. He deserved that. He could hear the hurt in her voice, and behind the fury in her eyes, he saw something else. Something raw. Pain. Anger. And beneath it all, a wound that hadn’t quite healed. He forced himself to meet her gaze. “This isn’t about Sienna.” Chloe let out a bitter laugh. “Then what is it about, Ryan? What?” “I know about Damien Cross” Ryan blurted. Chloe froze. For a moment, she didn’t move, her hand still hovering over the car door handle. Then, slowly, she turned to face him. “Everyone knows about Damien Cross.” Her voice was calm but edged with wariness. “What makes you different?” Ryan took a step forward, lowering his voice. Ryan clenched his jaw. “Not like I do.” He paused. “Chloe, Damien is powerful. Dangerous. He doesn’t make deals—he traps people in them. Once you step into his world, there’s no way out.” Something flickered in her gaze, but she quickly masked it. Ryan pressed on. “You think this is just another business negotiation, but it’s not. Damien doesn’t work like that. He doesn’t trust. He doesn’t play fair. And once he has leverage over you, he never lets go.” Chloe’s expression remained unreadable, but her eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes that had once looked at him with nothing but warmth—were laced with suspicion. Her gaze sharpened. “And how exactly do you know all this?” He hesitated. The truth was heavy on his tongue, but he couldn’t say it. Not yet. “I just do.” His voice was firm. “And you need to listen.” Chloe let out a dry, humourless laugh. “That’s not suspicious at all.” “Come on Chloe, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious.” She scoffed. “Ryan? You follow me around like a stalker—” “Chloe, please.” “And tie me down just to tell me this? Really?” “I’m telling you this because I care, not just about you but about Bennett Industries.” She let out a bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with something between fury and disbelief. “You don’t care about me or anything else, Ryan. You’re selfish. A self-centred son of a bitch.” Her words pierced him like a blunt dagger. She took a step back, gripping her car door. “I don’t need warnings from you, Ryan.” Her voice was as cold as ice. “Not anymore, now do me a favour and stay away from me.” Ryan knew she would say that. He had expected it. But it didn’t make it any easier to hear. As she slipped into her car and pulled the door shut, Ryan watched her go, his hands clenched into fists. He exhaled slowly, his pulse hammering. He had to be careful. If he told her too much too soon, she would shut down. But he had to find a way to make her listen. Because whether she realized it or not, Damien Cross was about to change her life. And not in the way she expected.Damien Cross stood on the balcony of his penthouse, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the city move beneath him.Even at this hour, it never truly slept. Streetlights bathed the wet pavement in gold, headlights cutting through the dark like fleeting streaks of fire. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional sharp blare of a hum blended into a steady rhythm.Damien loved watching the city in its element. It was his favourite nightly routine, but that wasn't what intrigued him. It was the people, from this height, people looked insignificant - tiny fleeting figures scurrying from one place to another, chasing things that didn't matter. Wealth, Power. Love. Illusions.He had long since discarded such notions.Power wasn't something one chased. It was something to be taken.Damien had spent his life mastering that truth, it was the foundation of everything he built. People, after all, were easy. They could be manipulated, moulded, controlled - so long as you understood what th
Chloe Bennett had never been the type to second guess herself. She was raised to be confident, to handle pressure the way her father did - without hesitation, without doubt.Every decision, every move she made had to be precise. Strategic. Flawless.That was the weight of being a Bennett. Now with the company resting in her hands, that weight had only grown heavier. She told herself she was ready. That she had worked too hard to question herself now. But doubt was a quiet, insidious thing. It crept in when she least expected it.Her upcoming meeting shouldn't have shaken her - she had faced worse or so she thought.Yet, as the hours drew close a tightness settled in her chest, one she couldn't quite shake.The rooftop of The Aurelius had always been her retreat. A quiet place, high above the chaos of her world, where she could breathe and think.Tonight, the soft hum of jazz music floated through the air, blending with the low murmur of conversation. The hotel was exclusive, reserved
Sienna leaned closer to the mirror, brushing another layer of mascara onto her thick lashes, then leaned back to inspect herself. “Perfect as always.” She whispers. Her reflection in the mirror was effortlessly poised. Brunette waves cascading over her shoulders. Her light brown eyes caught the soft morning light. There was always a natural elegance to her, from the delicate slope of her nose to the subtle pink in her cheeks, highlighting her high cheekbones and the caramel hue of her skin. “Chloe is so nervous about this meeting.” She said, her voice laced with the slightest bit of concern as she reached for her lip gloss. Ryan watched her from the bed, shirtless, his expression vague. His gaze trailed over the elegant curve of her back, the way she moved with practised grace. Sienna was beautiful, poised, everything a man like him would want. But as she spoke, all he could think about was how different she was from her sister. “How’s she holding up?” He asked, keeping
The Aurelius Hotel was bathed in golden morning light when Nina strolled in, carting two cups of coffee. Chloe sat on the couch, surrounded by papers, notes, and her laptop, a deep crease on her forehead as she muttered under her breath. “Good morning, Bennett Princess.” Nina teased, tossing a cup onto the table. “You look like you’re trying to solve world hunger.” Chloe groaned, rubbing her temples. “I feel like it.” “You’re overthinking.” Nina plopped down beside her. “It’s just a meeting.” Chloe shot her a look. “With Damien Cross.” Nina rolled her eyes. “Okay, can you stop saying his name like that?” “Like what?” Chloe raised her brows. “Like he’s some kind of fucking tyrant mafia… geez.” Chloe exhaled, leaning back. “It’s not just him. It’s my father. He’s counting on me to handle this, to prove that I can. But if I fail…” Her fingers tapped her keyboard. “I can’t fail.” Nina sipped her coffee, watching her. “You know, stressing about it isn’t going to help.
The door swung open and Chloe's breath stopped. She stared at the man at the doorway and let herself breathe. …..It was time. Ethan Graves stepped into the room. "Good morning, Miss Bennett," he said smoothly. "I'm Ethan Graves, lead negotiator for Cross Corp." Chloe exhaled, forcing herself to nod. "Good morning," she replied, her voice shaking. Ethan gave her a curt nod. "Mr. Cross will be with you shortly." She had spent so much time bracing herself for this meeting, for him, and yet, for some reason, her pulse hadn't settled. Instead, a strange anticipation lingered. The seconds stretched as they waited for Damien. Then, finally, the door opened again. Chloe's pulse slowed, just slightly. She put her hand on her chest, hoping to slow down her rapid breathing. A presence filled the room before she even looked up. His footsteps were slow and calculated. Strolling in like he owned the place. Well….he did. Chloe looked up and it felt like her lungs gave
Chloe sobbed in the front seat of her car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline. The heavy rain pelted the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and silver. But none of it mattered. It was him. The man from the rooftop. The stranger she thought was nothing more than a fleeting mistake. It was Damien Cross. How could she have been so blind? She sat in silence only to be interrupted by the incessant buzzing of her phone. She glanced at the screen to see the caller. It was her father. James Bennett. For a brief second, she considered letting it ring, maybe even tossing the phone into the nearest trash can and driving off. But Chloe knew better. But ignoring him would only make things worse. With a reluctant sigh, she answered. “Hello.” Her father’s voice was cold and stern. “How did the meeting go?” Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat. “It went fine. I secured the deal. Our office should be in contact with Morelli soon.” A
"Where have you been?" A stern voice spoke from the shadows as Chloe stepped into her apartment. The room was dark except for the study lamp that dimly lit up. "How did you get in here?" she asked, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up on her. From the dark, a figure stepped forward. James Bennett adjusted the watch on his wrist, his expression blank. "Your doorman knows better than to question me." His tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. Chloe shut the door behind her, masking the irritation flickering across her face. "That doesn't answer my question." Her father merely smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you didn't answer mine." She hesitated, debating whether to lie or to deflect. But she knew better. James Bennett didn't ask questions he didn't already know the answer to. She shut the door behind her. "I was out." "Out where?" Chloe met his gaze, refusing to look away. "I don't see how that's your concern.
Chloe rubbed her temples, trying to push back the lingering headache left by Damien's presence. "What do you want, Sienna?" she asked, settling into her chair. Sienna stood in front of her desk, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You have some nerve, you know that?" Chloe exhaled, already tired of whatever fight Sienna was trying to pick. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, don't play dumb Chloe, you went to see Mom." Of course. Their father must have gone home and put up a fit, spinning the narrative in his favour. Chloe rolled her eyes. "Yes, I went to see Mom. And?" "And," Sienna paused, her expression hardening, "you shouldn't have." Chloe let out a sharp breath, a humourless laugh escaping her lips. "Where do you get off saying shit like that?" Her voice was edged with irritation now, the initial restraint slipping. Sienna's eyes flinched, and she stepped closer to the desk. "You think you can just waltz her back into our life like nothing happened? After all
Chloe took in a deep breath as the weight of Damien’s presence behind her pressed on her chest.She still hadn’t looked back, afraid of what would come if or when she met his gaze.So she sat still hoping that this moment was a dream.But it wasn’t, the sharp edge of Damien’s voice cut through the air again. “Chloe, I’m here.” He said.“I know that Damien.” She finally said. Her breath came in short gasps.“The question is, why?”“Because I needed to see you. I needed to know if you were okay.” He sighed.Chloe nodded her head slowly. “Well, here we are.” She sighed grudgingly.“Can you give me a chance to explain myself?” He asked.Chloe got up immediately. “And why would I do that?” She scoffed. “So you can feed me more lies?”“No, so I can make things right.” She chuckled. “How could you make things right Damien? What do you possibly want to say that could defend the fact that you used me in a game of revenge? You used me as a pawn in something that I did not know about — that I h
The sky was deep navy, fading into black, the stars barely visible above the wisps of coastal fog rolling in from the sea.Nina’s feet sank into the cold, damp sand as she trudged along the shoreline, her lips were chapped and salty from the salt the wind blew from the ocean, the hem of her dress soaked through and heavy.The beach was nearly deserted—just the sound of waves crashing and the distant hiss of wind sweeping over the dunes.“Chloe!” she called out, her voice echoing into the dark. “Chloe, where are you?!”But there was no answer—only the waves.Nina had been searching for hours—since early morning, when Chloe stormed out, leaving her standing in silence. She had checked the nearby cafes, walked up and down the coast, and asked two lifeguards and a gas station clerk, but there was nothing.Her voice was starting to give out.“Please, Chloe,” she whispered, holding her arms close to her chest. “Just let me know you’re okay.”The wind picked up, blowing her hair into her fac
Chloe sat down on the couch, grasping the phone with more force than she knew she had. She stared at the messages and then stared into thin air.She couldn’t believe it, her best friend had been keeping something like this from her.Chloe’s thoughts were interrupted by the creaks on the staircase. “Chloe,” Nina called out, wearing a sock on her left foot, “You’re up already.” She said as she came down.Chloe took in a deep breath, as she stood up slowly facing Nina.Nina noticed the sour look as she looked up at her.“Is everything okay?” She asked her friend.“How long have you been lying to me?” Chloe said softly.“Chloe, what are you saying?” Nina asked chucking nervously.“I trusted you Nina and this is what you do?” Chloe snapped.“What on earth are you talking about?” Nina snapped back.Chloe didn’t say a word, she just lifted the phone to Nina, scrolling through the missed calls and texts from Damien.“Now it all makes sense. Your late-night walks. Your constant visits to the
Nina walked slowly towards the couch, her arms still wrapped around herself. As she sat down, she sunk in, looking up at Damien.“I don’t have control over motel furniture.” He said, hands tucked in his pocket.Nina shook her head. “So…the truth. Why did you hide it all from her?”Damien stepped closer bowing his head.“Things were complicated. I had just been betrayed by my nephew and I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.” He paused for a bit.“It didn’t take long before I found Ryan, he had changed his name and taken on a new life. But he was never smart enough to cover up his tracks. It took three years to put CrossCorp into place. It was well known in New York, so it wasn’t hard to get it up and running when I came to Atlanta.”“Are you saying you started a whole new life in Atlanta for Ryan’s sake?” Nina asked surprised.“Something like that,” Damien said. “When CrossCorp became desolate due to Ryan’s actions, my younger brother Marcel — his father, took the fall fo
The morning air was crisp, and faint with the scent of the ocean and something blooming.Chloe stepped out onto the porch in her slippers, her sun hat covering the brim of her face, one hand cradling a warm mug of coffee, the other holding a small watering can. It was still early enough that the sunlight filtered through the trees in golden stripes, the kind of quiet that made her feel like the rest of the world was still asleep.She took a slow breath and moved toward the potted plants at the edge of the porch. But then she stopped.There, right at the foot of the door, sat a basket.Woven with a soft grey ribbon wrapped neatly around the handle, it brimmed with fresh flowers—roses, lavender, hydrangeas—still dewy as if they had been arranged only minutes ago. Chloe knelt to get a closer look. There was no card and no name.She looked around, eyes scanning the stretch of the empty front lawn and the road beyond. There was no one. Just the sound of birds and waves somewhere in the d
Nina looked up at the figure in front of her. This was the first time she’d seen Damien in real life—outside the curated photos on the internet and the ones Chloe used to flash in her face jokingly.She stared at him for a long second.The man behind the storm which Chloe had fled. The one she’d cried over. The one she still loved, even if she didn’t want to.He was standing right in front of her.“I believe you know someone I’m looking for,” Damien said, his voice stern.“Excuse me?” Nina finally said, her voice cool.“You heard me,” Damien replied, his tone too sharp.Nina’s brows shot up, disbelief flickering in her expression.Damien’s eyes softened as he realized his misstep. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice lowering. “What I meant is….I’m looking for Chloe and I think you may be able to help me.”Nina folded her arms across her chest, her stance steady and guarded.“And why would you think that?” she asked.“Because you’re her friend. And I think you know exactly where she is.” Damie
It had been three days since Chloe Bennett disappeared from the rest of the world.But she was everything but unsafe.If anything, she was calm. And for the first time, she felt protected.In the soft quiet of Nina’s aunt’s coastal condo, Chloe sat curled on a cushioned armchair by the wide living room window.The sea was visible from here, endless and silver-grey, stretching into a sky bruised with morning clouds. A light breeze carried the faint scent of salt and rosemary from the garden below, and for the first time in what felt like weeks—maybe longer—her heartbeat wasn’t in a race against itself.She wasn’t checking her phone.She wasn’t crying.She wasn’t running.The only person she thought of was herself.“Tea?” Nina asked, stepping in from the kitchen, two mugs in her hand.Chloe looked over and offered a grateful smile. “Yes. Please.”Nina passed her the cup and sank into the couch nearby, tucking one leg beneath her.“So,” she said gently. “How are we feeling today? Still w
The rain had just started when Damien stepped out of his car.Chloe’s apartment complex stood quiet, almost too calm, the silence that felt wrong. He pulled his coat tighter, climbed the steps two at a time, and when he got to the door he paused. The last time he was here Chloe had thrown him out and ended what they had.Damien shook his head as if shaking out the memory of that night. He rang the doorbell. Once. Twice. Nothing.He knocked, harder this time.“Chloe,” he called, voice low but urgent. “Open the door.”But there was no response.He pulled out his phone and called her. But it went straight to voicemail. He tried again, thumb trembling slightly, but the result was the same. Each unanswered ring fed something cold in his chest.Then, from across the hall, an older woman cracked open her door. Damien turned, his gaze set on her.“She’s not there,” the woman said chewing something he couldn’t quite see. “Left two days ago. Had a suitcase.”“Did she say where she was going?” h
The phone rang for the third time and went straight to voicemail.Miranda stood outside Chloe’s apartment, her brow furrowed, her thumb hovering uncertainly over the call log. The last time she was here, she had just dropped a bomb on her daughter and now, she couldn’t even get a hold of her. She stared at the door, then knocked. Once. Twice. Nothing.“Chloe,” she called out, knocking again, this time louder. “It’s me. Open the door.”But silence answered her.She hesitated, then reached into her purse for the spare key. Chloe had given it to her months ago, back when things were still… normal. Sliding it into the lock, Miranda pushed the door open — and froze.The air inside was stale, unmoved for days. A coffee mug sat abandoned on the kitchen counter. The hoodie she wore the last time she saw her was draped over the back of the couch. The bed is untouched. No dishes in the sink. It was like walking into a paused life.Her daughter hadn’t been here in a while. It was obvious.Mira