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Chapter 31. Pack My Things and Leave

ClaireHis eyes were open in the dim light, steady and searching, and whatever he saw in mine made his expression change. He didn’t speak. He only watched me, waiting, as if he already knew I was about to break.The silence stretched until I couldn’t stand it.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I whispered.Victor’s eyes softened in a way that made my chest ache. His thumb brushed once along my cheekbone, so gentle it felt like a confession.“I can finally understand,” he said, voice low and rough, “why I wanted to marry you.”My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could feel it.“What?” The word came out thin, nervous, almost broken.He kept looking at me. “I understand now why I got that ring. Why I planned to propose the day the injury happened. Looking at you like this… feeling you against me… it all makes sense.”My breathing turned shallow and uneven. What did he mean? How much had he pieced together?Victor’s free hand came up to cradle the side of my face. His

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

Chapter 32. Even Without His Memories

VictorI sat behind the desk with Tyler on my right and Donovan on my left, the three of us waiting in the kind of silence that only happens when everyone is already thinking three moves ahead.Tyler kept glancing at me like he was trying to read something on my face. Donovan had a legal pad open and a pen already uncapped, the picture of a man prepared to go to war.I spoke before either of them could.“I don’t want a courtroom if there’s another way.”Both of them looked at me.“I’m giving her the restaurant,” I said. “But not really.”I stood and walked to the window. Across the street, the Cavendish Imperial Dining sat in clean morning light, the kind of building that looked like it had always belonged exactly where it was. I studied it for a moment.Donovan’s voice came from behind me, careful.“What exactly are you saying?”I turned.“She doesn’t want the money. And it isn’t really about the restaurant either.”Tyler frowned. “I’m pretty sure my ears still work. She sat right he

Last Updated : 2026-09-15

Chapter 33. The Cost of Being Wrong

Victors PovVeronica's eyes narrowed."Once you sign, the twenty-million-dollar debt is considered completely settled. No additional interest. No future claims. No lawsuit. No claim against Cavendish Group or its subsidiaries."Veronica’s mouth curved without humour.“That’s bullshit. This isn’t a deal.”I added one more piece.“You also can’t sell, transfer, mortgage, or independently operate your forty-nine per cent without Cavendish approval.”Her lawyer’s voice hardened.“Then forget this entire conversation." Let's fight this out in court. I'll be seeing you in court.”I held Veronica’s gaze.Veronica's lawyer shook his head. "That's—that's not a deal. That's surrender.""It's security," I said. "For both of us."He leaned forward. "If Cavendish Group tries to renegotiate, we'll forget this whole thing. We'll meet in court."I looked at him. Then at Veronica."You wanted what your money helped create," I said. "I'm giving you a piece of it. You wanted security. I'm giving you an

Last Updated : 2026-09-20

Chapter 34. No More Hiding

ClairePack my things and leave now.The thought arrived clean and cold.My chest tightened, so suddenly it hurt. Air turned thin. My hands began to tremble at my sides. I pressed them hard against my thighs, trying to steady the shaking, but it only travelled up my arms. Every breath came short and ragged, as if the house itself had decided there wasn’t enough oxygen left for me.I turned and walked toward the bedroom on legs that didn’t feel entirely mine.The moment I crossed the threshold, the panic sharpened. Drawers flew open under my hands. Clothes landed in the open bag in uneven, frantic handfuls—shirts half-folded, a sweater twisted with socks, the first things my fingers could reach. A zipper caught. I yanked hard. The quiet of the empty house made every sound too loud: the scrape of wood, the soft thud of fabric, the harsh pull of my own breathing.I can't be here. I can't be here when she arrives. I can't face him. I can't tell him the truth. I can't.I can’t look him in

Last Updated : 2026-09-22

Chapter 35. What Claire Never Told Victor

ClaireI didn’t scream.The silence found me first. It slipped into the room like something alive, thickening the air until every breath felt borrowed. My mouth opened. Nothing came.I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and tried again. The words arrived thin, scraped raw.“How…” A crack split the middle of the word. I forced the rest past it. “How do you know?”Tyler’s face stayed hard. No softening at the edges, no pity. Just the same sharp, practical look he always wore when the world refused to behave.“She showed up at the office this morning.”The sentence landed somewhere behind my ribs.What.The single thought barely formed before my legs simply… stopped. The strength drained out of them in one long, cold pull. I felt the edge of the chair meet the backs of my knees and sank onto it without meaning to, hands limp in my lap. The wall across the room stared back at me—blank, beige, useless. I kept my eyes on it anyway, as if some answer might surface in the paint if I

Last Updated : 2026-09-26

Chapter 36. The One True Love of His Life

ClaireI jumped in between my dad and Tyler so fast without thinking.“I’ll go.”The words cut through the air before my father could finish the sentence that would ruin everything. My hands are still shaking. My heart is slamming against my ribs hard enough to hurt. I don’t look at Tyler. I keep my eyes on my father, begging him without sound.Dad, please. Don’t do this. Don’t expose her.I promised her. Please.“I’ll go back to Victor,” I say, louder this time, more certain than I feel. “I’m not giving up.”The room freezes.Tyler’s head snaps up. His eyebrows pull together.“Wait. What just happened? What were you saying about Bonnie? What did she make Claire lie about?”My face goes hot. I turn away from both of them and grab my phone like it’s the only solid thing left in the world.“Nothing,” I say too quickly. “It was a different thing. A misunderstanding.”Tyler’s voice is flat. “A misunderstanding.”“Yes.”“About what?”“Just—something. It doesn’t matter.”He stares at me. I

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

Chapter 37. Home Is Built On Secrets

ClaireThe words are quiet, almost careful, like he’s afraid of the answer. Like he’s been holding his breath the entire drive here.My throat closes. Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I take one small step toward the door, then another, every inch of me pulled toward the sound of him.I reach for the handle. My fingers are shaking.I open it just enough.Victor is standing there, one hand braced against the frame, chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes find mine instantly—dark, worried, hungry for the sight of me.I barely manage a whisper.“I’m right here.” My stomach turns to pure liquid.The door opens fully. Victor is standing there.He looks so handsome it hurts. His hair is a little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes are dark with worry. He looks at me the way someone looks at a thing they thought they lost forever.He doesn’t move.I whisper, “Uncle Victor?”Something shifts across his face—half frustration, half relief so sharp it almost looks l

Last Updated : 2026-10-02

Chapter 38. Stop Flirting With Me

Claire“My fault? How is any of this my fault?”Victor turned to face me fully on the porch.His voice dropped into that low, intimate register that always made my stomach tighten.“Because I came home from the office starving,” he said quietly. “Not for food. For you. I had already planned the entire day in my head on my way back. I was going to walk through the door, find you wherever you were, and just… stay near you. I didn’t care if we talked or sat in silence. I just needed to see you. To know you were there.”A soft, helpless laugh escaped me. “You’re so dramatic.”His smile deepened, warm and unguarded. “The things you do to me.”In the car, he opened the door for me himself. He waited until I was settled. Then he slid in and drew me gently against his chest.I curled into him without thinking. My cheek found the solid warmth of his chest. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. His heartbeat was steady under my ear.For a long moment, neither of us spoke.Then, almost absently,

Last Updated : 2026-10-06

Chapter 39. Every Time You Touch Me

ClaireI was walking past him. I was heading to the kitchen. I was thirsty. I was also trying to put some space between us. Because my heart was still racing. Because my skin was still tingling. Because I couldn’t think straight when he looked at me like that.“I’m just going to get some water—”He reached for me.His hand caught my wrist. He tugs, gentle but sure, and the next thing I know, I landed in his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs, the solid heat of him beneath me."Victor!""What?” He was grinning. “I told you to come here.”My weak protest dies in my throat the moment his hands settle at my waist, steadying me. The space between us shrinks to almost nothing. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his breath. The quiet strength in the way he holds me without trapping me.My hands find their way to the back of his neck without permission. My fingers slide into the soft hair at his nape. We stare at each other. The air between us feels thin, electri

Last Updated : 2026-10-08

Chapter 40. The Memories We Never Made

Claire“I want to remember,” he said. “I want to know how we met. How we fell in love. What our first date was like. What our first kiss was like.”The last words sent a soft, fluttery shock straight through my chest, making my heart melt all over again.Our first kiss.It had only happened recently, and the memory of it still lingered so sweetly that my lips tingled with longing. The thought that he believed we had shared that magical moment long ago—that it was already a treasured piece of our history—left me momentarily speechless.I looked away, my pulse suddenly racing far too loud in my ears, every beat whispering how deeply I adored him.“Claire.”I forced myself to meet his eyes again. My voice came out a little too quick.“It—it was nice. Really, really nice. You were… you were so incredibly sweet about it.”Victor’s gaze sharpened just a fraction. He had noticed the jumpiness in my answer, the slight stumble over the words. His thumb stilled against my collarbone for a secon

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

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