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I stared at the screen until it went dark, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger."You'll find out."The words echoed in my head, cold and deliberate. Whoever this man was, he wasn't done with me.I set the phone down on the nightstand and lay back against the pillows. My heart was still racing. My mind was a hurricane.What did I do last night?The memories refused to come. Fragments, nothing more. The club. TheCATHERINE'S POVI sat in my office for a long time, staring at the photo on my phone. Ryan's face stared back at me sharp, unmistakable, impossible to deny.It was him. All along.The stranger in my bed. The man who carried me to his room. The one who sent me that cryptic message.Ryan.My stomach churned. I had paid him. Eight hundred and eighty dollars. I had told him to forget it. I had tried to erase the whole night like it was nothing.And he had let me.Why?I scrolled back through our messages. His responses were short. Deliberate. Almost cold."Okay.""880 isn't enough.""You'll find out.""Now you know.""What are you going to do about it?"He was baiting me. Testing me. Watching to see how I would react.I typed: "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again.Unknown: "More
CATHERINE'S POVI stared at the screen until it went dark, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger."You'll find out."The words echoed in my head, cold and deliberate. Whoever this man was, he wasn't done with me.I set the phone down on the nightstand and lay back against the pillows. My heart was still racing. My mind was a hurricane.What did I do last night?The memories refused to come. Fragments, nothing more. The club. The bathroom. The water. Then nothing. A void where hours should have been.I pressed my palms against my eyes.Focus. Think. What do you remember?A face. Vague, blurred. A voice, low and amused. "880 isn't enough."Who was he? A stranger? Someone I knew?I reached for my phone again. Opened my messages. Scrolled to the chat.No profile picture. No name. Just the string of digits I'd torn from the notepad.I typed: "Who are you?"
CATHERINE'S POVMy phone buzzed on my office desk. I looked down at the screen."Okay."It came from the man I met that night. He'd accepted my payment without another word.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. What kind of man just takes the money and says nothing?At least he wasn't the type to bother me.Still, what had even happened that night? My head ached just thinking about it. The memory was hazy, blurred like fog over glass. I tried piecing it together: the club lights, the bathroom, the bottle of water the waiter handed me. Then nothing. A gap.Something wasn't right.After a long pause, I opened my contact list and scrolled to Jason Carter's number. He picked up after two rings, his voice lazy as usual."President Clark? What's up?""I need a favor," I said, tapping my pen on the desk. "You co-own The Celestial Lounge, right? I think something weird happened there last
CATHERINE'S POVMy head throbbed as I rubbed my temples. The headache from last night's drinking was intense. As I moved, my blanket slipped, leaving me shivering in just a thin camisole.I frowned. What happened last night?I was about to pull the blanket back when something caught my eye. A man lying next to my pillow. He was topless, asleep, his hair messy, but his features strikingly handsome.I froze. My mind raced.Did I sleep with a stranger? Last night was a blur. I remember drinking too much, feeling upset, and then... Ryan? No, it wasn't him. Did I really just...Panic surged. I couldn't look at him anymore. I scrambled for my clothes, hurriedly dressing, my hands shaking. When I reached for my purse, it was gone. Not on the floor, not on the chair. I searched again, my heart hammering.Then I noticed the notepad on the desk. A string of digits was already written down someone had left their number, probably wo
THIRTYRYAN'S POV"You're really going too far, Michael," Melody said, her voice sharp. "Do you think Sarah and the rest of us are blind? It's obvious you're going after her! She's down to her camisole! What else do you want?"Michael tilted his head, calm. "I won. That means she should take off her clothes, right? Since when is that too much? If you want, you can help her out."Melody stood, speechless. The heat had made the room hot, and she was wearing a thin spaghetti strap dress. No way was she going to make herself look foolish to help Sarah.I stepped forward, placing my coat over Sarah's shoulders. "It's late. Let's call it a night." My tone was flat, almost bored.Michael glanced at me. Without looking at him, I added, "I'll ask my accountants to transfer thirty million dollars to you tomorrow morning. The Brooks Group will drop the Snowite deal. I'll have my team help you acquire it instead."Michael smirked sl
CATHERINE'S POVI was already irritated, but receiving a gift from Caleb who was in Palmont surprised me in a way that lifted my mood. I opened the message, smiled, and slipped the small ring onto my finger. It covered the faint mark from my old wedding ring perfectly. The delicate diamond glimmered under the club's lights, and for a moment, I forgot all my worries.Then I felt Ryan's gaze. He noticed the shift instantly. My light smile made his eyes darken, and I could feel a cold weight settle over him.Cynthia, standing nearby, had not expected such an extravagant present. Her lips pressed into a thin line as jealousy and irritation swirled together. She leaned forward, her voice raised just enough to grab attention."Catherine Clark, didn't you say your boyfriend is Michael? You even used his name to get into this club. And Mr. Caleb, the male model people have been gossiping about he's sending you gifts now? You two must be more than friends
CATHERINE'S POVDecember had barely started, yet the air was already biting cold. I lay there with my legs sprawled across the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling while the angry shouts rose from downstairs."Catherine Kingsley, first you can't give us a child, now you won
Ryan Pov RYAN'S POVThe banquet hadn't slowed down.Glasses clinked. Voices mingled. Music carried through the air as if no scene had unfolded earlier. I moved from group to group, shaking hands, smiling, exchanging polite words with company heads and investors. E
Catherine's pov Sarah's fingers dug into Ryan's sleeve, small and trembling. She was scared, unsure how to react, caught between the chaos I had unleashed and the moment she had been expecting all evening.My eyes flicked toward Sarah, then back to Ryan. My lips curved into a f
RYAN'S POVI sat in the office, scrolling through my phone, frowning at the trending topics. My hand tapped the desk in quiet rhythm, though the movement didn't disguise the tension in my jaw.Derek, standing beside me, seemed nervous, shifting from one foot to another. "Mr







