All Chapters of Mrs. Hunt for 30 days: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mitchelle I practically walked out of the conference room the moment Dorian left, and the second I reached the hallway I pulled out my phone and dialed Danika. She answered on the first ring like she had been waiting for my call."Girl, now what?" she asked immediately."Chill babe, guess what," I replied while trying to keep my voice down as I walked toward my office."What?" Danika demanded, and I could hear the impatience in her tone."Dorian debunked everything this morning when I confronted him," I explained while closing my office door behind me. "He told me he loves me.""Love you?" Danika's voice shot up several octaves. "Oh my god, he loves you! Girl, maybe this contract marriage thing is going to end up becoming forever.""Stop it," I laughed while dropping into my chair. "You know he just said that, he doesn't actually mean it."Even as the words left my mouth I wondered if I was trying to convince Danika or myself, and the memory of Dorian's face when he said those words

MitchelleTwo weeks had passed since Dorian and I discovered that Mallory was connected to the Hunts, and we still hadn't made a final decision about whether to terminate her employment or keep her suspended while we gathered more evidence. The uncertainty gnawed at me some mornings, but today I couldn't afford to think about office politics or backstabbing employees.Today was the Petrova event.Elena Petrova's annual gala was legendary in tech and business circles, a gathering of the most innovative minds in New York where deals were made and reputations were either built or destroyed in a single evening. Dorian had been personally invited, and when Elena specifically requested he bring his new wife, he asked me to prepare something substantial in case I was called upon to speak.I stood in front of my vanity mirror applying the last touches of mascara while my phone sat propped against a jewelry box, Danika's face filled the screen on a video call."Babe, we're running late!" Dori

JasonI stormed out of the Waldorf with my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack, and every step away from that ballroom felt like walking through quicksand while my entire world collapsed around me. Everything had crumbled tonight, every single plan I made had blown up in my face, and my last minute strategy to win over investors by presenting at the gala had backfired so spectacularly I could still feel the weight of their disappointed stares.The valet brought my car around and I tipped him without making eye contact. I drove home through the city streets while replaying every humiliating moment on an endless loop in my mind. Elena Petrova's cutting words, the silent audience when I asked that question, Mitchelle standing on that stage commanding respect I could never earn, and worst of all the pity I saw in some people's eyes when they looked at me.When I pulled into the driveway of our estate the house was lit up f

Jason I woke up before dawn with my mind already racing through everything that needed to be handled, and I slipped out of bed quietly so I would not disturb Chloe who was still sleeping peacefully on her side. I needed to go to the office first, and then I would drive to my mother's mansion where she promised we would make a comprehensive plan to salvage what was left of Hunt Enterprises. I dressed in one of my best suits because maintaining appearances mattered even when everything else was falling apart, and I grabbed my keys and briefcase before heading downstairs. The drive to the office felt longer than usual, and when I pulled into the executive parking garage I immediately noticed how empty everything looked. There were only three or four cars in spaces that should have been packed with employee vehicles by this hour, and an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach as I walked toward the entrance. I pushed through the glass doors and the lobby was practically deserted,

ChloeI woke up to fluorescent lights burning against my eyelids and the steady beep of machines somewhere close to my head, and when I tried to move my leg I felt cold metal digging into my ankle.My eyes focused slowly and I saw my mother sitting in the visitor's chair beside the hospital bed with her hands folded in her lap, and she looked like she had aged ten years since I last saw her. I tried to push myself up but a sharp stabbing pain shot through my abdomen and forced me back down against the pillows.The memories came flooding back in fragments, Jason's fists connecting with my face, blood on the marble stairs, the weight of the gun in my shaking hand, and then three loud bangs that echoed through the foyer before everything went black."Mom," I managed to croak out while my throat felt like sandpaper. "Mom, what is happening? Why is my leg handcuffed to the bed?"My mother stood up quickly and reached for my hand."Cal