Todos os capítulos de She Didn’t Know What She Lost: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Heat shimmered off the asphalt.In the back seat of a Rolls-Royce, Abigail Sullivan and Mason Hayes were laughing so hard that they could barely sit upright.Abigail kept the camera trained on me while the livestream chat scrolled so fast it blurred."Look at him," she said, her tone almost playful. "Still stubborn as ever. He really thinks someone's coming to get him."Mason leaned out the window, putting on a concerned expression."Maybe we should just let Carter in. It's way too hot out here. If he keeps walking, something could actually happen.""Relax." Abigail tightened her arm around his shoulders, then turned toward me, her expression hardening. "Carter, you have two choices. Either apologize to Mason, or walk all 50 miles."The highway runs straight. You won't get lost."The chat exploded.[Serves him right. Bet he didn't see this coming when he turned Mason down.][He thinks money makes him untouchable? That's pathetic.][About time someone knocked him down a peg

As I collapsed, I caught a glimpse of the livestream chat exploding.[He's down!][Not even a mile and a half. I win!]Mason leaned out the window and looked at me for a second. When he spoke again, his voice carried just the right amount of panic. "I think Carter passed out from heatstroke!"Abigail frowned slightly, her tone flat. "He actually passed out?""He did!" Mason said quickly. "Where I'm from, people say that if someone gets heatstroke, you have to cool them down right away, or it can turn deadly."She looked at him, her expression softening. "See? This is exactly what I mean. After everything he's done, you're still worried about him."Mason lowered his voice. "Whatever's happened between us, he's still Carter. I can't just sit back and do nothing."Abigail patted his shoulder and turned to the bodyguard. "Go get the pressure washer from the trunk."It was hooked up to a water tank in the back of the car.Abigail took the nozzle herself while Mason stood beside he

The livestream chat erupted again.[Wait… are those Brightline helicopters?][Three of them? Who are they here for?][Ms. Sullivan just got herself into deep trouble…]Abigail went completely still.Mason instinctively took a half step back, his voice tightening. "Abby… who are these people?"She didn't answer.The cabin door opened, and a woman stepped out.It was Natalie Remington, the head of Brightline Corporation, Sullivan Enterprise's biggest partner.Several of Abigail's core projects depended entirely on Brightline.But she had never met Natalie in person.Every deal had been handled through Brightline's executives. Abigail had always assumed Natalie was a silent investor who stayed out of day-to-day operations.What she didn't know was that Brightline hadn't partnered with Sullivan Enterprise because of its projects.They did it because of me.Natalie walked straight over and crouched in front of me.She looked me over from head to toe, taking in every injury wi

Abigail completely lost it.She lunged at Mason and started hitting him. He took a few blows before shoving her away and slapping her right back.The two of them crashed to the ground and started fighting, rolling across the pavement with fists flying. By the time they pulled apart, both of them had blood smeared across their faces."You! This is all your fault! You ruined me!"Mason's hands closed around her throat. Abigail grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked hard. Neither of them let go.I stood there and watched.A woman who had just been on her knees, begging, and a man who lived on lies, tearing each other apart.Natalie stood beside me and glanced down. "Do you want me to stop them?"I didn't answer.A moment later, Abigail released her grip and collapsed onto the pavement, gasping for air.Mason curled in on himself, coughing violently.She turned toward me, her eyes red and swollen."Did you see that? I hit him. I stood up for you."Her voice was hoarse as she

Sure, Abigail knew she was wrong.Not because she realized what she had done to me, but because she finally realized who she had crossed.If she had known from the beginning that I owned Brightline Corporation, would she have treated me the same way?No. She would've treated me like royalty.But that wasn't love. That was fear.And I didn't want her fear.On the seventh day of my hospital stay, the stitches came out.Fresh skin had grown over the wound on the sole of my foot. Walking still hurt a little, but I was finally back on my feet.The fracture in my shoulder needed more time to heal. The doctor said it would be at least another two weeks before I could start moving it normally.Most of the bruises had faded. The deep purple and black had turned yellow and green, leaving me looking like a faded oil painting.Natalie came to the hospital every day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon.She didn't talk much. Most of the time, she just sat beside me, working.E