All Chapters of CHASING HIS SUPERSTAR WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

James's POVMy phone rang at half past nine.I was in the back of the car, jacket loosened, the city sliding past the window in streaks of light. Today had been a long day. It was the the kind that left you with a headache behind the eyes and the specific exhaustion of having spent eight hours in rooms full of people saying things that didn't mean what they were even saying.I looked at the screen.It was David. Why was he calling?I picked up. "It's late.""I know." His voice had that edge it usually got when he had something he couldn't wait to say. "Are you sitting down?""I'm in a car, David. Where would I be?""She's back," he said.I didn't say anything for a moment."Who's back?" I said. Though I already knew the answer."Amelia." He had answered with a pause, loaded with everything he wasn't even saying yet. "I saw her tonight. Harrington's gala. James, she — you need to hear this."I leaned back against the seat as I prepared myself for everything he was about to say. Outside

James's POVI had been in the office since seven.Not because I was eager but because I had no choice.The past year had been the kind of year you did not talk about in public. My elder brother Richard had been at the head of this company for three years, and in three years, he had done what most people could not manage in ten—he had taken a profitable, established business and quietly driven it into the ground. What didn't he do? Bad contracts to even worse decisions and money being moved into places it should not have been moved into in the first place. By the time I found out the full extent of it, the damage was already done.The board had removed him. Unanimously, which told me everything about how bad it had gotten. Richard did not fight it as he quietly packed his office and left the building, and has not called me since.Now the company was mine to fix.I had spent the past eight months doing exactly that. I completely rebranded the company name, renegotiated contracts, cut lo

Isabel's POVJames did not come home.I had waited until midnight but I eventually went to bed and lain awake staring at the ceiling and listening for the sound of the front door.But it never came.By morning the bed beside me was still untouched and James was not answering my calls. I had tried three times. Three times it had rung out and gone to voicemail and I had not left a message because leaving a message when you were already anxious was a mistake. It gave too much away.I sat at the kitchen table with my coffee already going cold and turned it over in my mind the way I always did when something was not adding up. I had done it methodically, carefully and looked at it from every angle until the shape of it became clear.There were two possibilities.The first was that he had heard me on the phone the other night. That the noise in the hallway had not been enough of a warning and that he had stood outside that sitting room door long enough to catch more than I had assumed. I ha

Amelia's POV"Through a mutual contact," he said.I had waited for more but nothing came."That is not an answer," I finally said."It is an answer," he replied. "It is just not a complete one." And there was a pause before he continued. "I will explain over dinner. If you do come."I looked across the living room at Liam, who had graduated from crashing cars into stacking them into a tower that was definitely going to fall in approximately four seconds.Three seconds.Two.The tower collapsed. Liam looked at it without any surprise and began rebuilding immediately.I thought about Henry Carter's file. The companies dismantled with quiet precision. The professional record that read like a man who was always three steps ahead of the room. The way he had stood at that gala with a drink he never touched and said long enough when I asked how long he had been watching my career.I held the phone and thought about what I was actually considering.It would be one dinner. A conversation. I ha

Henry's POVI had arrived at the restaurant forty minutes early.Not because I was anxious, but because I needed to think.I sat at the table they had reserved, ordered water, looked at the menu without fully reading it, and went through the evening the way I went through everything that mattered — carefully, from the beginning, making sure I had not missed anything.The proposition had been simple when I constructed it.Amelia Sinclair had returned to this country with a plan aimed directly at James Sinclair. I had a plan that had been running quietly for four years. Our targets were the same, and our resources were different. Combined, the two plans would be significantly more effective than either one operating alone.That was the logic.It was clean logic, and this was the kind I was comfortable with.I looked at the door.And then she walked in.* * *Before the gala, I had seen the photographs.Press photographs, film stills, and the premiere picture that every industry publicat