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Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Don't Leave Me, Mate

Don't Leave Me, Mate

Trashy Trace

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

Quint Shroyer
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
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CHLOE'S POV

June 2021

23rd Street, New York, USA

"Chloe McIntyre! Wait!"

 

I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice. Oliver James, my handsome boss and the CEO of the company where I've been working for a year. 

Being one of the junior interior designers, it was my ladder to keep him close. This guy was the man of my dreams. Why the hell not? He was a perfect gentleman, wealthy, and had a good heart. Twenty per cent of his company's earnings were distributed to his chosen charities. He's just too good to be true, and… he's mine.

 

Wondering the possible reason, I stood beside my car and waited for him to come closer.

 

"Hey, Oliver!" I smiled at him.

 

He was almost catching his breath when he finally stood before me. "Going home already?"

 

"Ah, yeah," I said, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?"

 

"Well, I just wanna ask you something." He shrugged.

 

It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep thoughts, so I took the chance to smize him all to my heart's content. Oliver was thirty-eight, while I am twenty-three. It's a fifteen-year age gap, yet it didn't matter. I believed he was mature enough to handle relationships, unlike others who were just after sex and everything that goes with it.

 

Then I remember Carly, my older sister. Since my sister graduated with flying colours, she had a handful of companies to work with. Nonetheless, New York had been our top priority to hustle with. This was our dream and to-go place since we were kids. We wanted to be free and live self-reliant lives, and we made it. When I finished college, I'd been with Carly. We're living independently here.

 

But six months ago, Carly's life turned upside down. I found her in bed, bathed in her pool of blood. Carly committed suicide, and the name and words written on the wall were 'Trace Dimagiba. I hate you!' 

After that, Carly lived with my parents in California because she was diagnosed with severe depression. The reason? She fell in love with a douchebag. I knew nothing about her fucktard boyfriend, but I knew my sister well. My sister is very conservative, so I don't understand why Trace Dimagiba dropped her like a hot potato. Carly trusted him, but all she got was misery. I hate that man! Send him to the devil, and I would celebrate, sure. To this day, I cannot accept why that bastard hurt my sister. Carly was a respectable, exceptional woman with a heart for the less fortunate. My sister was a devoted volunteer for charities that helped orphans.

 

"Hey, um, are you free on Saturday?" Oliver disturbed my thoughts about Carly.

 

I gaped at Oliver. Oh, gee! How could I forget about him? Jeez! I nodded slowly and looked straight into his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, I spaced out."

 

"No worries," Oliver chuckled and added, "So, are you available? Saturday night, I mean."

 

"Sure. Saturday, then," I replied enthusiastically.

 

The butterflies in my stomach danced gloriously as I gazed at his dreamy, expressive eyes. He's obviously into me, just as I am into him. This was possibly my shot at his heart! 

Saturday. That would be four days to wait. Cool! My flight was scheduled for next week, and if I could convince Oliver to accompany me, I would have the opportunity to introduce him to my parents. That would be great. We could take a plane back to New York on Monday.

 

"Is it alright if I ask you to please stop calling me 'sir,' Chloe?" Oliver asked me with a bright smile.

 

"Uh, well..." I was thrilled. "What should I call you then?"

 

"Just call me Oliver," he said. "I feel old every time you address me that way."

 

I smiled and bit the inner side of my lower lip. "A'ight! Oliver." I will not play hard-to-get. I can be with him, so I won't waste it.

 

"I will see you on Saturday night then," he said with a smile, and I nodded.

 

I was damn speechless for a second. And when I was about to tell Oliver my address, suddenly my phone rang. I excused myself as I saw the caller's ID on my phone. It was Mom.

 

"I will go now." Oliver bid me goodbye and didn't wait for my answer; he immediately left. It was disappointing that he left me, but I had to answer Mommy's call first.

 

"Mom."

 

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