The Heart Remembers: Caught Between Billionaires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Glaring lights from several news channel helicopters pointed towards the open sea as three medium-sized cargo ships with each leadman shouting instructions to their operators over their handheld radios pulled up something from beneath the dark waters.A large crowd had gathered over the sea wall and watched as the lights from the helicopters continued to give the illumination it needs while most of them had their phones out, recording the ongoing situation. A few feet away, media vans had parked for a better angle of the scene while siren lights from police cars and ambulance are filling the area.Jordan Cunningham, stood erect and silently by the dock, watching intently as the three cargo ships had finally pulled out a damaged black, vintage Rolls Royce. The three cranes then moved together towards the fourth empty cargo ship and finally dropped the vehicle.“Still no sign of her form, sir. They had just found Simon’s body and Coast Guard is bringing him up. We added more divers just

“Where am I?”The first three words heard over the air inside the Presidential Suite of The Southshore Hospital.A woman opened her eyes slowly and adjusted to the dimly lit surroundings. She tried sitting up but felt her body battered and bruised. She turned to her right and found herself looking at the glass wall, noticing a bandage wrapped around her head.“Hello?” She called out weakly. She touched her head gently. “Is somebody there?”She covered her face when she saw a silhouette stood up and walked to turned on the lights. Closing her eyes to prevent the glare from hurting her sight, she heard the person inside the room approached her bedside.“Are you alright, Miss?”After a few minutes, she finally opened her eyes and looked at the man with a pair of dark brown eyes behind some frameless glasses, perched on his hose. He was looking at her intently, concern oblivious on his kind face.“Where am I?”“You’re in one of the rooms of The Southshore Hospital,” the man answered calml

Six years later…Thirty-two-years-old Jordan Cunningham stepped out from the back of the black Mercedes Benz car that he rode in at the driveway of The Oceanview Resort Hotel and Spa after giving instructions to his driver on a Tuesday morning.His secretary, Mason Brown stood beside him, who is typing on his phone.“Mr. Brian, the hotel manager is on his way, sir,” Mason informed formally.“Has everything been completed here?” Jordan asked.“Yes, Mr. Cunningham,” Mason immediately answered as they went up the steps. “A meeting with the CEO and the chef of Aurora, the hotel’s main restaurant that just recently signed the contract will follow after two hours.”“Mr. Cunningham,” the hotel manager greeted formally, bowing to him as he held out his hand to shake. “Welcome to The Oceanview. It is an honor to meet you.”Jordan shook his hand, returning the greeting. His eyes then strayed towards the employees who are all lined up at the lobby and bowed at him in greeting.“Don’t let me keep

Jordan stood rooted on his spot, his eyes glued towards the face of the woman that has been etched permanently in his brain and most especially in his heart.Rachel.His insides are screaming madly at the sight of the woman in front of him. His heart started pounding with so much intensity and he could feel the heavy load that he has been carrying for the past six years suddenly lifting off his shoulders.Rachel, he thought desperately.He looked intently down at the dark green orbs that are staring elegantly up at him, smiling. But it faltered a bit and he realized that he had somehow uttered the name. He felt his heart squeeze tightly and finally felt himself taking a step towards her with one hand reaching for her outstretched hand.As if in slow motion, the moment Jordan had his palm touched hers, he closed his hand over hers and immediately pulled her towards him. He gathered her tightly into his arms, pulling her to his chest and resting his chin on her head.“You’re alive. I kn

Jordan raised the glass he is holding with his uninjured hand and took a drink from the amber liquid that he has been going through for the past hour. He placed the glass on the table beside him and managed to glance at the clock on the wall. A quarter past twelve in the early morning. He had been sitting on the single sofa since Xavier and Adam took off as well as Mason after sending them off abruptly. He is going through another countless round of drinks, ignoring the meal his secretary thoughtfully ordered for him, as he stared through on just one direction from his window at the opposite side of the hotel. Specifically, the penthouse of the east wing where he knows that Rachel is staying in. With Grayson St. Claire. “What the f8ck are you talking about?!” Jordan bellowed as he approached Grayson angrily, trying to intimidate him. “The woman behind you is my fiancé, you f8cking piece of shit. Get out of my way!” Grayson didn’t back away from him. Instead, he placed a hand on Jo