เข้าสู่ระบบLuke Cromwell found out that he was adopted, and his adoptive parents had a missing daughter. Mr. and Mrs. Cromwell left half of their wealth to their real daughter. While the other half goes to Luke...which he can only inherit if he can find Chloe Cromwell--the real heiress. It was written in the last will that he wanted them to work together and continue his legacy. Would they grant his dying wish if the "team up" he was talking about...is marriage?
ดูเพิ่มเติมChapter 17Hannah's POVThe bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent.Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around."She’s here!" Sarah shrieked over the remix of a Dua Lipa track, waving a red solo cup in the air. She looked like she was three drinks ahead of the room. "The Queen of Velez has entered the building!"I was immediately swarmed. Vince and a few of the other editors I used to work with huddled around, handing me a cold bottle of beer."Is it true Mateo Velez has a literal gold-plated espresso machine?" Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a
Chapter 16 Hannah's POV The shift from the high-stakes tension of the conference room to the quiet hum of my new workspace was a relief I hadn't expected. I needed to breathe, and I needed to survive. Mateo didn't ask for a war. When I walked into his office to finalize the paperwork, there were no maps of Luke’s weaknesses or plans to leak island footage. Instead, there was a clean desk and a stack of creative briefs for an international travel campaign. "I’m not hiring you to be a spy, Hannah," Mateo said, leaning back in his chair with a cup of coffee. "I’m hiring you because you’re the best editor I’ve seen in years. I want Velez International to look like the future, not a tabloid. You do your work, you get your paycheck, and you stay out of the crossfire. That’s the deal." "Thank you, Mateo," I said, the weight in my chest finally easing. "That’s all I’ve wanted since we got back. Peace." My first week at Velez was a blur of productivity. Without the suffocating "
Chapter 15 Hannah's POV The neon lights of BGC began to blur into long, jagged streaks of electric blue and violet. The music wasn't just something we heard anymore; it was a physical pulse vibrating through the soles of my feet and the glass in my hand. By the third round of drinks, the "no Cromwell" rule had been replaced by a chaotic, loud celebration of total recklessness. Sarah was currently standing on the plush velvet sofa, trying to teach a very uncoordinated Vince how to do a TikTok dance, her laughter ringing out over the heavy bass. Vince had lost his tie hours ago and was now wearing his dress shirt half-unbuttoned, looking like he’d finally deleted every spreadsheet in his brain. "I’m telling you!" Sarah shouted, swaying dangerously. "Hannah is... she’s the legend! To freedom!" She took another shot, slamming the small glass onto the table with a triumphant grin. Mateo was leaned back, his eyes glazed with a heavy, expensive kind of intoxication. He wasn't
Chapter 14Hannah's POVThe executive elevator chimed with a cold, digital finality as the doors slid open. The 40th floor was unnervingly quiet. Usually, there was the hum of high-level activity, but today, the workstations were abandoned. Luke had cleared the floor.As I approached the double doors of his private suite, I realized they were slightly ajar. I stopped, my hand hovering near the wood, when I heard the low, gravelly timbre of an unfamiliar voice.Through the gap in the door, I didn't see Luke alone. He was standing by his desk, his shoulders hunched, looking smaller than I had ever seen him. Across from him sat an old man with hair as white as parchment and a suit that looked older than the building itself. Beside him stood a younger man in a sharp, clinical grey suit, holding a leather-bound briefcase.The Cromwell family lawyer and his head of legal counsel.The old man, Atty. Arrieta, was speaking in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, but the weight of it see






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