His Secret Obsession, My Betrayal

illows, the oversized shirt she wore doing a poor job of hiding the sharp lines of her body. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, t

that drove her father and the entire tech world crazy. Ethan Hayes, the man currently washing her off him in the marble bath

VIP lounges at galas, or here, in his sprawling, sterile penthouse that overlooked the world he owned.

hollowness settle in her chest. She grabbed her phone from the

. "I'll agree to the arranged marriage w

painful to hear. "Oh, Chloe! Darling! Are you serious? A

Her voice was soft, but her eyes,

! Just n

I get home," Chloe r

laptop, left open on a nearby chair. A messaging app was on the sc

ome keep me compa

on her phone. She felt a co

was knotted loosely at his waist, leaving his chiseled chest and collarbone exposed.

" he said, his voice as cool and

e' s lips. "Is it the offi

dle of buttoning his sh

are feet hit the cold hardwood floor. The oversized shirt

of a second as he watched her. "I'm g

irk vanished from Chloe's face. She quickly pulled on her clothes

Rain began to streak down the window, blurring the city lights. Chloe watched as a man in a cr

Liam smiled and draped the jacket over Ethan's shoulders, his mov

but his concern was obvious as he linked his arm wi

nto the soft leather. She watched them walk into the h

again. After she'd hacked the central server of his biggest competitor just for fun, he'd sent her to

d a massive desk, his gaze behind his designer glasses as cold as ice. Chloe im

coffee on his custom-tailored suit. He just gave her a bo

meeting. Unfazed, Ethan stood before the executives and recited the en

his coffee, planning to catch him in an embarras

p the next morning in his bed, tangled in his sheets. A wave of disgust washed over her,

red into her ear,

y. It had been years since anyone had called her Chloe, not since her mother d

g her into his private suite. The staff outside would whisper that he was finally disciplining the unruly intern. Inside, they

took control? Or was it just that she was so profoundly

corating his penthouse. Roses, candles, soft music. She even cooked, something sh

urned down to puddles of wax. The ros

news alert li

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a pale, slender man into his car. The look on Ethan' s face was one of p

tion was a stor

e the campus sweethearts at Stan

f his poor health. If he hadn't, th

true! Ethan was like an iceb

. That' s all she was. Shaking, she dialed his number ag

walked to his study, the one room he had always forbidden

e. It was a shrine. It was filled with pictures of Liam. Graduation photos. Travel photos fr

s was capable of this level o

r an answer anymore? The truth

eamed down her face, splashing onto the polished floor. A blind rage took over. She tore the pictures from

s face a mask of indifference. He surveyed the damage with a calm, deta

didn't yell. He acted as if her complete emotiona

as one of them swept up the small, velvet ring box along with the s

build a life with him. And he would never know that in the moment th

where are

nful memory. She was still parked across fr

voice like a chip of ice

in the grand foyer. "Chloe! Your mother called. A

tepmother, Elaine, watched her w

eyes dead. "But I told

ll us!" her father d

voice ringing with cold clarity.

twisted in disbelief and rage. "Are you out of yo

ted on my mother. You drove her to suicide so you could make room for this woman." Sh

arriage of convenience. You've been pushing me for three months. If I didn't agree, you were just going to

ess's son into this house. Let him be th

y say the heiress is on her last legs!" He scoffed. "And as for your stepmother's son, he came back from abroa

in. "So eager to raise another man's child, but you couldn't be

r path, her face a mask of fake concern. "Chloe,

of suppressed hatred. "What? You think because I'm finally getting married o

oesn't change the fact that you are, and always will be, a homewrecker. And your precious son," she spat

hite. She stumbled b

t stop until she was in her room with the door locked behind her.

by the sounds of laughter and

, throwing open her bedroom door. "Can

llway, stammered, "Miss Davis.

sentence, a figure appear

white shirt, standing there quietly, a f

blood