LOGINHunter“You have no idea whose daughter I am,” she said arrogantly.I narrowed my eyes.“Oh, I know exactly who your father is. The same man who’s been pestering me for a month, begging me to accept his pathetic offer.”I gave her a mocking smile.Her expression twisted with anger.She swung her hand at me but I caught her wrist before she could slap me.The next second, I shoved her onto the bed.“Let go of me!” she screamed, scrambling to get up.I lunged forward and pinned her down before she could escape.“Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?”She thrashed beneath me, trying to wrench her hands free.I caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head as she kicked and struggled to push me away.“Stop fighting me!” I snapped.“Get the fuck off me!”I barely registered her words.My heart was pounding so hard that everything else seemed distant.I was too consumed by one question, one possibility that had been haunting me for months.What if she was Christina?What if the woma
HunterShe stood there in a black gown that clung to every curve I still remembered by heart. Maroon lipstick. The same bold mouth I used to claim. For a second the entire room disappeared and it was only her — Christina, alive, breathing, standing three feet away from me.Her eyes narrowed the moment she registered my face.“You… how the f—”Johnson cut her off before she could finish.“Rosy, this is our new investor and partner, Hunter Greyson.”She stared at me, shock flickering across her features. I extended my hand. She hesitated, then placed her palm in mine.I closed my fingers around hers harder than I meant to.The contact hit me like a current.Same soft skin.Same quiet flinch she always gave when I held her too tightly.My thumb brushed once over the inside of her wrist, feeling the rapid pulse there.She tried to pull away.I kept her for one extra second before letting go.Not imagination.Impossible.Everyone in this room called her Johnson’s daughter. They couldn’t al
Hunter“Fuck—!”The word tore out of me the second her knee connected hard between my legs.Pain exploded white-hot.I doubled over, one hand gripping my balls. My eyes watering as I stared up at her.She just smirked and blew another slow bubble with her gum.Completely unbothered.No guilt. No recognition. Nothing.“Do you have any idea what you just did?” I forced out through clenched teeth.She tilted her head, still chewing.“Dude. You saved me. You think that means I owe you a fuck just because you stopped those guys from getting one?”My head snapped up.Christina.But the voice was wrong.The language was wrong.The elegance she used to carry in every word had been replaced by something rough and careless.I reached for her wrist.“Chris… I know you’re angry. I know you hated that I stopped you from going to that fashion event. I sensed something was off about the trip from the start. Hit me. Scream at me. Do whatever you need to. Just stop pretending you don’t know me.”My vo
Hunter“Hunter… I told her to do that.”My mother’s voice came from the doorway the moment she saw me confronting Lisa.Lisa stood near the bed, eyes lowered, clearly sent to apologize while I packed for Manhattan.Mom stepped fully into the room.“I put something in your food last night,” she said, calm and unapologetic. “And I sent Lisa to your room when you were… struggling.”I turned slowly.“What did you just say?”“I had no choice.” She held my gaze. “You left me no choice. There is no one better for you than Lisa. After Christina, she is the only suitable partner left.”I didn’t let her finish.I zipped the last bag shut, the sound sharp in the silence.“I don’t want her in this house when I return. Do you understand me?” My voice was flat. Final. “I’ve already hired three more staff for the boys. That is more than enough.”I picked up my bags.“Hunter—”I walked past both of them without looking back.A short while later I was in business class, the plane already climbing.I c
LisaThe moment Kim Aristotle walked into the room, I scrambled to pick up the clothes I'd thrown across the carpet.Shit.I shoved a blouse into the wardrobe and quickly wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand."Miss Aristotle..."Kim's sharp gaze swept over the mess before settling on me.I forced a smile.It didn't last long.She drew a slow breath, and my stomach tightened. I knew that look. She wasn't here to comfort me."Six months, Lisa." Her voice cut through the room. "You've had six fucking months, and you still haven't managed to win Hunter over."I lowered my eyes."You are such a failure." She scoffed. "What's the use of that pretty face if you can't even lure a grown-ass man?"My nails dug into my palms.I was trying. God knew how hard I was trying.But Hunter could make me feel invisible while standing right in front of me.I kept my head down. “I’m trying. He doesn’t see me. This morning he pushed the cereal to the side like it was trash. It was humiliating.”“As if y
HunterTwo Years LaterI pulled a shirt from the wardrobe but my fingers stilled when my gaze drifted to the clothes hanging beside mine.Her clothes.Christina's gowns. Her jeans. The shorts she used to wear around the house.Everything was exactly where she'd left it.Untouched.Unmoved.As if she might walk through that door any second, complain about me messing up her side of the wardrobe and steal my shirt just to piss me off.My jaw tightened.I reached for her gown and pressed the soft fabric between my fingers before bringing it to my face.Her scent was faint now. Almost gone.No.I inhaled deeply.She was still here.In the clothes. In the silence. In me.My eyes burned as I pressed my lips to the fabric."Christina..."Her name slipped out like a fucking prayer.One yearOne year since she'd walked out of my life and I was still sleeping beside the emptiness she'd left behind.My phone rang.I reluctantly lowered the gown and grabbed it from the nightstand."Boss, Mr. Johns







