Mag-log inScarlettLater that evening, driving back home from the office, news from the radio broke through the silence:“Breaking news: a viral video of Cedric Denver abusing his son is currently being spread online. Not only that, Chase Denver has confirmed that the current collaboration project between Denver Corp and LG Group was an idea his father stole from the late Alistair Gance, with the help of Alistair's trusted aide, Mr. Hale,” a feminine voice reported. “While the police are still searching for Mr. Hale, Cedric Denver has been taken into custody for—“My thumb dialed the volume button low. Pulling the car over, I reached for my phone, calling Chase.He picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”“I heard the news. Are you alright?”A low chuckle drifted through the speaker. “Scarlett Hartley is worried about me? That's a first.”I rolled my eyes. “This isn't funny, Chase. Why did you do it? This wasn't part of our plan.”“I know,” he said, pausing long enough for me to hear his shallow
Chase “I'll see what I can find and get back to you,” Ryker says, standing by the club's exit. His gaze drifts to me. “You didn't come with a car, right, Chase? Let me drop you home.” I don't argue because, like Ryker said, I know what he wants: me. Without saying another word, I move toward Ryker's car, slipping into the passenger seat. Once he gets behind the wheel, I stare out the window, trying to avoid any conversation with Ryker, but I can't contain my anger. “You were out of line today, you know that, right?” I snap at him. He doesn't say a word, but the corner of his lips curves into a smirk, and that ticks me off even more. “Are you seriously smiling right now?” Ryker nods. “Yes, I am. I could feel that you were avoiding me, which is why I followed you here. I apologize for invading your privacy.” He admits to having followed me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let him off the hook. All we did was spend one night together. Just one. It wasn't supposed to me
AdrianI shouldn't have told Scarlett what she wanted to know, but those pleading eyes had undone me. The second she turned them on me, I knew I never stood a chance.My phone buzzed against my palm. It was a text from Daniel informing me that Scarlett had swung by her company after the meeting with Denver Corp.“Damn it.” The curse slipped out, low. This was exactly why I wanted to keep the truth from her. Now, instead of resting, she had bolted straight to work.My thumb hovered over her contact, torn between calling and letting her be, when the screen lit up. My excitement died instantly when I saw Chase's name flash across the screen.I picked up anyway. “What do you want?”“Meet me at your club in five minutes. It's important.”An old memory of Chase pointing a gun at my face in the club and ending my past life resurfaced.I pushed it back. “I'm not meeting you alone.”“Then bring someone. Anyone but Scarlett. What I'm about to tell you, she can't know about it. At least, not yet
ChasePushing Ryker's hands off my face, I replied, “It's nothing. I slipped and fell.” Ryker wrinkled his nose. “You're lying.” “I'm not.” “You know what?” he asked, throwing his jabs up in the air, surrendering. “If you don't want to tell me what happened to you, that's fine. I won't force you to. But when you're done with whatever you have going on, please give me a call. Okay?” I nodded. “I will.” Without another word, Ryker left my office, shutting the door quietly behind him. Sinking low into the chair behind my desk, I raked my hands through my hair, lost for words. A soft knock brushed against the door. I straightened. “Yes, come in.” The doorknob turned. Lifting my head up, I spotted my father standing by the doorway. “I wanted to remind you not to be late for your first visit today with your clients,” he said, striding in and setting down a file before me. “Read the contents of this file properly. It contains information about your clients, including their crimes,
ScarlettShutting the boardroom door behind me, whispers followed me down the hall from the lips of the other board directors after hearing me gut out Director Wells.Good. They should memorize this feeling of fear in their systems and remember not to ever cross me. Strolling into my office, I sank low onto the chair and picked up the landline.“Get me Mr. Hale, Sasha.”He was in my doorway before I could set down the receiver.“Sit,” I ordered, watching Mr. Hale lower himself onto the chair across from me without hesitation, like a man who had nothing to hide. “How did Director Wells have a meeting with Able Williams without you knowing?”Mr. Hale's head hung low. “I apologize, Mrs. Hartley. I must not have been paying close attention. If I had known about the meeting, I would have reported it to you immediately. I'm ready to pay for the consequences of my actions.”When he apologized so sincerely, I couldn't help but not get angry at Mr. Hale. My anger wasn't even a hundred percent
ScarlettAfter the call with Chase disconnected, I turned towards the thousand draft copies of my father's half-born sketches and ideas stacked and untouched, gathering dust on his desk for God knows how many years.Pulling out my phone, I started snapping each document page by page, my hand moving faster than my brain. When my phone storage space got full, I grabbed a physical copy of the Living Health Grid blueprint off the table.Something white caught the corner of my eye beneath the paper pile. Sliding it free, a small audio recorder settled in my palm. I pressed the play button.“July 23rd, 2008. The day Scarlett ran away from home. I had Mr. Hale constantly watching her.” A familiar voice came out of the recorder.My knees buckled hearing my father's voice for the first time in years.“Hale reported to me that Scarlett still falls asleep easily, so I started working on the Living Health Grid project. Dennis thinks it's a good idea, so I'm going to start working on the blueprint
ScarlettWe immediately headed out. Durian stood in the middle of the room, his board game overturned at his feet, pieces scattered everywhere. The TV remote lay broken on the floor nearby. Aurelia stood beside him.“What happened here?” I asked, my voice calm, which seemed to agitate them more.Au
Scarlett“Mrs. Scarlett, I've reviewed the documents,” Lawyer Leonard said over the phone. “If you're certain you want to proceed with the inheritance agreement, we can finalize everything today.”“I’m certain,” I replied, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror. I looked younger, healthier,
ScarlettThe name slapped me across the face.Aurelia Storm had been Durian's attending physician.Ethan had held my hand while introducing her, telling me her brilliance was why he hired her for his company.He wasn't praising a doctor... he was showing off his mistress in front of my face.“Now t
Scarlett“You're not your husband's legal wife, Mrs. Scarlett,” the doctor informs me. “So we cannot authorize the use of Mr. Ethan’s medical insurance for your treatment.”My heart plummeted. What?“Doctor, there seems to be a mis–” I broke off, coughing into the blood-stained handkerchief clutche







