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She smiles as she begins pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main roads. A smile overtakes my lips at the thought, having all of our old memories flood back to my head. Jovana connects her phone to Bluetooth before blasting Chase Atlantic through the speakers as we begin driving down the main roads. She then rolls down all her windows, resulting in the wind blowing through our hair as we sing out the lyrics to "heaven and back". We laugh loudly as we sing out the lyrics to one another, adding a dramatic sense of emotion to each word. The car continues to move fast as we weave through several different vehicles, bringing us to the beach front fairly quickly.

Luckily, Ted didn’t get punched. “I’m leaving,” Ted muttered, taking large steps toward the door and exiting quickly. Once Ted left, Tandre opened the folder with Arwena’s information once again. He still couldn’t believe it. A woman as beautiful as Arwena? It was impossible that no man had been chasing her. He bit his lower lip, remembering what Ted had said earlier. “Chase her?!” he exclaimed, slamming the folder onto the table. “That’s never going to happen. I’m the one who should be chased. And I’ll make sure she has no choice but to chase me as payment for what happened before.”

The shadow was still over his features and with the dim light of the hallway, she couldn't see much. The light played a sick trick on her senses, making him almost appear like a beast. She had to steady herself and not yell out for help. After all, it was just Chad, her step brother and her boss. He couldn't possibly hurt her in his own home. He had no reason to hurt her, she reminded herself quietly and remained still, as calm as she could with her heart hammering in her chest. "Do you know what happens at night to little strollers?" He asked, his tone low, a voice she almost couldn't catch if not that he was standing so close to her. "Huh? Do you have any idea what could happen to you out

Emma's POV I was stunned into silence as we ascended a sweeping stone staircase to the entrance. My heart sank further with each step, the sheer scale of the home pressing down on me. The interior was as grand as the exterior—marble floors, high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, and expansive rooms that seemed to stretch endlessly. The grandeur, while impressive, felt cold and unwelcoming. It was more hotel than home, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy I yearned for.

While Jason interrogated me, I opened the passenger door, yanked Kimberly out from the passenger seat, and tossed her onto the road. I then sat down in the seat myself. She was completely caught off guard. She crashed to the tarmac with a loud thud and let out a sharp cry of pain. Jason and Alex quickly rushed to her side, their faces etched with genuine concern as they helped her up. I swept my gaze across their faces and sneered. “I am the sole heir of the James Corporation. Who are you?

Damn this, not another chase. I used strategies that many small animals used, such as trying to go where larger creatures couldn't. I dashed under a few small bramble bushes and continued out the other side. They had to take a detour to reach me under the bushes, so it was an advantage, given that I am slow and would pause for a second to catch my breath. As I tried to stay alive during this chase, my heart was racing faster than my feet. My steps slowed as I realized two of the wolves had sped ahead on a larger circuit and were waiting to catch up with me. I launched towards a tree and ricocheted off at a ninety-degree angle without slowing down.

Startled he took a step back as he roared out. "YOU B*TCH!" Chase screamed, coming at me with all his ferocity. In one swift movement, he managed to slap me hard across the face. My vision darkened, but I couldn't give up. I blinked past the tears that had begun to fall from the pain, anticipating his next movements.

“So, who is telling Mr Malvins?” the man asked. The other pair of men that stood beside him instantly scrunched up their faces, not hiding their anxiety and frustration. “Who is telling me what?” Chase asked as he had suddenly appeared on the staircase. He slowly and carefully walked down the staircase, as if trying not to scuff his brown exquisite craftsman, sleek designer formal shoes. His hand slid into the pocket of his navy blue tuxedo pants. He took his time and walked down to the bottom of the mahogany stairs to his living room.

~~~ CHASE WALKED UP the stairs towards his room with both his hands in his pants pocket. "Don," Chase stopped in his tracks and without turning, he waved his fingers at the person who just called him to walk up to him. Clearly understanding what his cousin meant, Luciano walked up the stairs till he was standing in front of Chase. Chase brought out a cigar and a lighter from his pocket before lighting it."Parlare." He took a long drag from the cigar and blew out the smoke from his lips.

I never expected to see him here because, as I remember, he suddenly dropped out of school back then. "Chase, you’ve already met Castillon's daughter." We both turned to the voice calling out to Chase— a man and a woman who looked to be around the same age as Papa. The man resembled Chase, so it was not surprising that they were his parents. "Good evening," I politely greeted the couple. "Good evening, Hija. Shall we go inside?" the woman asked with a smile. I looked confusedly at Chase, and when he smiled at me, I suddenly realized everything. Chase was the heir of the prestigious TAC Group of Companies!