LOGINJasonI walked through the front door exhausted from spending the entire day at the club with Vincent, my body was still aching from the gunshot wounds that were taking forever to fully heal. Chloe appeared from the living room the moment she heard me enter, her face lit up with that smile that always made my chest tighten."How did everything go?" she asked, taking my jacket as I kicked off my shoes."Better than expected actually," I replied, following her into the living room where we both settled onto the couch. "Vincent already started planning how we can rebuild."Chloe curled up next to me, resting her head on my shoulder."Rebuild what exactly?" she questioned."A new version of Hunt Enterprises," I explained. "Something smaller and more sustainable this time. Vincent wants to call it Hunt Classics and focus on strategic investments rather than trying to resurrect the old corporate structure overnight."I spent the next twenty minutes walking her through everything Vincent an
Chapter Ninety-EightDianaI stood in my living room adjusting the cushions on the sofa for the third time, trying to make everything look perfect for Dorian's arrival. The house staff had prepared a light dinner spread in the dining room, and I had personally selected a bottle of expensive scotch from my late husband's collection.When the doorbell finally rang, my heart jumped. I smoothed down my dress and walked to the door with measured steps, opening it to find Dorian standing there looking impeccable in a tailored suit."Diana," he greeted me coolly."Dorian, thank you so much for coming," I replied, stepping aside to let him enter. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable."He walked into the living room and sat down on the armchair rather than the sofa, maintaining physical distance between us. I noticed the deliberate choice but said nothing."Can I offer you something to drink?" I asked pleasantly. "I have that scotch you used to enjoy, the eighteen-year-old single malt.
ChloeJason took the invitation from Dorian to his study without saying another word about whether we would attend or not. He simply dropped it on his desk among the other papers and closed the door behind him, leaving the question hanging unanswered in the air.I didn't push him for a decision. The less we discussed Mitchelle's success, the better.That night, after Jason had gone to bed, I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled to Melanie's contact."Well hello there," Melanie answered on the second ring. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you.""I have the money," I whispered, keeping my voice low so Jason wouldn't hear through the door. "All five million. Get everything set up. I'm ready to move forward."There was a pause on the other end."Tomorrow morning," Melanie stated firmly. "Meet me at the same coffee shop at nine. We'll go together to finalize everything with Don Zaza.""Tomorrow morning," I confirmed. "I'll be there.
ChloeI arranged the plates on the dining table carefully, making sure everything looked perfect for dinner. The silverware gleamed under the chandelier light, and I had even added fresh flowers from the garden as a centerpiece. Things were finally starting to feel normal again, domestic and peaceful in a way they hadn't been in months.The front door opened and I heard Jason's footsteps in the foyer."I'm in here," I called out. "Dinner's almost ready."Jason appeared in the dining room doorway looking tired but content. He loosened his tie and sank into one of the chairs with a satisfied sigh."How was your day?" I asked, sitting down across from him."Productive actually," Jason replied. "I went to the hospital for my checkup after meeting with Vincent and the architect. Dr. Morrison said my wounds are healing perfectly, no complications or concerns."Relief washed over me. The guilt of shooting him still haunted me sometimes, even though I knew it had been self-defense."That's wo
JasonThe next day, I left home to go source for the money. I sat across from Vincent in his office at the club, nervously tapping my fingers against the armrest of the leather chair. The conversation I needed to have weighed heavily on my mind, and I wasn't sure how Vincent would react to what I was about to ask."You look stressed," Vincent observed, leaning back in his chair. "What's going on?"I took a deep breath."I need five million dollars," I stated bluntly. "As soon as possible."Vincent's eyebrows shot up but he didn't immediately respond. He just waited for me to explain."Chloe's parents are in serious debt," I continued. "They took out a loan to cover her medical expenses and family debts after everything that happened, and now the person they borrowed from is threatening to have her father arrested if they don't pay back the full amount immediately."I ran my hand through my hair, feeling the stress of the situation pressing down on me."I can't let my father-in-law go
MitchelleI stood in the empty lobby of what would soon become my company headquarters, staring up at the high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the space with natural light. The building still smelled like fresh paint and new carpet, but I could already envision how everything would look once we were fully operational."This is really happening," I whispered to Dorian who stood beside me with his hands in his pockets."This is really happening," he confirmed with a smile. "How does it feel, CEO Roth?"I laughed at the title that still felt surreal every time I heard it."Terrifying and exhilarating at the same time," I admitted honestly. "Come on, let's see what they've done with the upper floors."We walked through each section of the building together, Dorian pointed out structural features while I mentally placed desks and equipment in the various rooms. "You're going to need to start thinking about hiring staff soon," Dorian commented as we climbed the stairs t







