Chapter 90 Jake froze, his pulse thundering in his ears. “Wait—what did you just say?” he asked quietly, as if he hadn’t heard her right. Chloe’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “You heard me p> “She saw me and—Helena?” He looked utterly disoriented, his eyes searching Chloe’s face for
Chapter 89 The hum of the sewing machines filled the design floor again after lunch, steady and rhythmic like the pulse of the building. Threads of conversation floated between the desks — laughter, critiques, the occasional clatter of fabric rolls hitting the ground. Check latest chapters at But in Chloe’s
Chapter 88 He nodded slowly, guilt softening his expression. “You’re right,” he murmured. “I just… hate to see her like this and not be able to help p> Chloe gathered her things, her irritation ebbing into tired sympathy. “I know. We all do. But next time, try listening instead of
Chapter 87 By lunch break, Chloe was still thinking about Damian. His words, that laugh, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long. She’d barely heard half the conversations on the design floor. So when she spotted Bella sitting alone in the company cafeteria, staring blankly at her
Chapter 86 Sun light drifted softly through the lace curtains, spilling a gentle warmth over the parlor’s faded rug and the old piano standing quietly in the corner. Dust motes floated in the sunbeams like slow-falling snow. The house was silent except for the distant hum of a grandfather clock
Chapter 85 Chloe quickly turned back to the mannequin, tugging at the fabric as if the gown had offended her. “I guess that’s the reason you’re obsessed with perfection,” she said lightly. “Am I?” Damian asked with raised brows. She nodded. “Yeah. You act like one wrong seam will cause
Chapter 84 The late morning sun poured through the high glass windows of StoneTech’s design studio, washing everything in clean, white light. Bolts of silk shimmered on tables, mannequins stood like silent witnesses, and the faint scent of coffee and fabric starch lingered in the air. Most of the team
Chapter 83 Bella shut the door behind her with a soft click, her back pressing against it as if to keep the storm inside from spilling out. The walls of her office suddenly felt too close, the air too thin. Her hands trembled slightly as she moved to her desk
Chapter 82 For a long, tense moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick with everything unsaid. Then Jake nodded slowly, and defeated. She didn’t seem like she wanted to talk to him. “Alright,” he murmured. “If that’s what you want p> When she didn’t answer,
Chapter 81 The drive to work that morning felt longer than usual. Jake’s head still throbbed faintly from the night before, and every red light on the way to StoneTech seemed to last an eternity. His thoughts swirled in circles — fragments of memory, flashes of Helena’s smug expression, and
Chapter 80 The next morning, sunlight spilled through the wide glass windows of Jake’s penthouse, slicing across the bed in golden bands. The brightness was sharp, enough to wake Jake up from the deep slumber the sedative had sent him in. Jake stirred, groaning softly as his eyes fluttered open.
Chapter 79 Before Chloe could reply, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Rachel emerged, her hair slightly disheveled. She blinked at the scene before here, Bella crying, Chloe tense beside her, and immediately she frowned in worry. “What’s going on here p> Chloe looked up grimly. “Jake happened p> Rachel’s expression
Chapter 78 The cab ride home blurred before Bella’s eyes. The city lights that usually felt alive and golden now looked harsh and mocking, each flicker a cruel reminder of what she had just seen. She sat rigidly in the back seat, her fingers clutching her phone so tightly her
Chapter 77 The night air around Jake’s penthouse shimmered with city lights — towers of glass and steel glowing against the dusk, cars streaming by in muted rhythm. Inside, the apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and Jake’s uneven breathing. He was sprawled across
Chapter 76 The late afternoon breeze carried the faint hum of traffic as Jake parked outside the lounge where Bella had told him they were meeting. His heart thudded in an unfamiliar rhythm, a mix of anticipation and nerves. For years he had buried the desire, the yearning, but tonight
Chapter 75 The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains of Bella’s room, painting soft golden streaks across the walls. The clock on the dresser ticked quietly, its steady rhythm a reminder that the minutes were slipping away. It was already past four-thirty, and Bella was sitting at the edge
Chapter 74 The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Camden estate, soft and golden, spilling warmth across the sitting room. Rachel sat in one of the armchairs opposite Mr. Camden, a small teacup in her hands, while the old man leaned back with a rare ease. Just
Chapter 73 Jake’s apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside his window. He had just taken off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair, when the vibration of his phone on the nightstand broke the silence. He grabbed it without much thought,
Chapter 72 Bella exhaled shakily, pushing herself off the door and moving toward the living room. The sofa welcomed her, but she couldn’t sit still. She paced, running a hand through her hair. What was I thinking? Letting him get that close again? Letting him touch me like that? And
Chapter 71 Bella’s throat went dry. Every nerve in her body screamed yes, that she wanted him so badly and had dreamt of him every night, but her mind fought desperately to hold the line she had built for herself. “Jake… you should stop,” she whispered, but her voice was