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I glanced at the card, feeling dark emotions stirring within me. The offer was tempting-not just the investment, but the alliance with someone who shared my goal.
“Even without your investment, I’ll do everything to break them apart. Olivia can only belong to me.”
Natalie’s smile deepened, her lips curling with triumph. “Then, Mr. Grey, happy cooperation?”
I hesitated, still wary. Something about this seemed too convenient, too perfect.
“I’ll verify your identity before I respond.”
“Sure.” Natalie calmly replied.
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(Ethan’s POV)
The drone of yet another airplane engine still echoed in my ears as I stared out the car window. These past weeks had been nothing but a blur of hotel rooms, conference tables, and rejection after rejection.
“No investment opportunities in Harbor City at all?” Jason asked, breaking the silence as he navigated through evening traffic.
I rubbed my temples, exhaustion seeping into my bones. “Not a single one. The Grey name might as well be poison right now.”
The scandals had hit us hard. My mother’s schemes, Cassandra’s manipulations, and y own mistakes had tarnished our reputation beyond immediate repair. Now I was orced to travel to neighboring cities, practically begging for investment.
“The meeting tonight looks promising though,” Jason offered, ever the optimist.
I nodded absently, my mind elsewhere. My fingers moved automatically to my phone, opening the photo gallery I’d been obsessing over for weeks. There she was-Olivia, her amber eyes bright with happiness, her honey-brown hair catching the sunlight as she smiled up at me.
The photos were from happier times, before I’d ruined everything with my blindness and stupidity. Before I’d lost her to Connor Rivers.
(Jason’s POV)
I glanced over at Ethan as we waited at a traffic light. He was scrolling through photos again-always the same ones of him and Olivia. The sight made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.
This wasn’t the confident, sometimes arrogant Ethan Grey I’d known for years. This man was hollow-eyed and desperate, clinging to memories like a drowning man to driftwood.
Suddenly, he leaned toward me with a wistful smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Look how happy we were back then.”
He held up his phone, showing a picture of them at some garden party. Olivia’s smile was radiant, while Ethan looked distracted, his gaze not quite meeting the camera.
I said nothing, remembering the platinum promise ring he’d asked me to source from France. “For when I win her back,” he’d said with such conviction. Yet he’d also once declared that pursuing another man’s fiancée was dishonorable.
The contradiction was just one more sign of how far he’d fallen. At social gatherings, he now drank alone in corners, sometimes calling Olivia’s name in his drunken haze. It was painful to witness.
I wanted to ask about the ring-whether he’d given it to her during their confrontation at the hospital-but something in his fragile smile stopped me. Instead, I just sighed heavily, watching my friend deceive himself with memories of happiness that, looking at the photos more carefully, might never have been as perfect as he remembered.
(Ethan’s POV)
The light changed, and Jason eased the car forward into the congested city center. Rush hour traffic crawled along, giving me too much time with my thoughts.
I leaned back, staring blankly out the window at the passing storefronts and pedestrians. My mind drifted to the investment meeting ahead, wondering if this would be another dead end or if-
My heart stopped.
“Stop the car!” I blurted out, sitting bolt upright.
Jason hit the brakes, startled. “What? What is it?”
I didn’t answer, my eyes locked on the sidewalk where two figures walked side by side. One was unmistakable-Olivia, her honey-brown hair catching the streetlights, her delicate profile turned up toward her companion.
And beside her walked a tall man with an imposing presence, impeccably dressed in what was clearly a custom suit. Even from this distance, his aristocratic features and commanding aura were unmistakable.
“She recovered pretty quickly. Tough luck, that one,” I muttered bitterly, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of them laughing together.
Without thinking, I flung open the car door and stepped out into the evening air.
“Ethan, wait-” Jason called after me, but I was already striding toward the pair, drawn by some magnetic pull I couldn’t resist.
(Olivia’s POV)
“I can’t believe you convinced me to let you out of the house,” I said, shaking my head as Connor and I walked toward the restaurant.
His recovery had been slower than either of us wanted, the silver poisoning lingering in his system despite my careful nursing. For a week, I’d kept him on a strict diet of healing broths with special herbs, watching his every move to ensure he didn’t reopen his wound.
“If I had to eat one more bowl of that bland broth, I might have howled in protest,” Connor teased, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
I couldn’t help but smile. “It was for your own good.”
“I know,” he said, his voice softening as he placed his hand gently at the small of my back. “And I appreciate your care more than you know.”
The warmth of his touch sent pleasant shivers up my spine. After everything we’d been through-the failed engagement ceremony, Grace’s k********g, Connor’s injury- these small moments of normalcy felt precious.
My stomach growled audibly, and Connor laughed. “Someone’s hungry.”
I blushed. “I barely had time for breakfast this morning before rushing to Moonlaw. The case files are piling up.”
We reached the entrance of the restaurant, an old establishment both of us had frequented since childhood. Despite its unassuming exterior, it was one of Riverdale’s finest dining spots, and the line of waiting patrons stretched down the block.
Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to reserve a private room. I pulled out my phone to scan the QR code at the entrance, eager to follow the host inside and finally satisfy my hunger.
“Liv!”
The desperate, longing voice cut through the evening chatter like a knife. My body tensed instantly, recognizing it before I even turned around.
I looked back to see Jason Mitchell standing awkwardly beside Ethan Grey, whose blue eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
Instinctively, I moved closer to Connor, whose body had gone rigid beside me, a protective tension radiating from him.
(Olivia’s POV)
Jason approached first, his smile friendly but uncertain. “Long time no see, Liv. So, you’re from Riverdale? You never mentioned that before.”
I nodded politely. Unlike many in Ethan’s circle, Jason had always treated me with respect, never looking down on me for my perceived lower status.
“Long time no see,” I replied, deliberately ignoring Ethan’s burning gaze.
(Jason’s POV)
I glanced at the imposing man standing protectively beside Olivia. His presence was overwhelming-not just physically tall and powerfully built, but radiating an authority that seemed to compress the air around him.
“And this is…?” I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I already knew.
Olivia’s face softened as she looked up at her companion, her voice carrying unmistakable pride and affection. “This is my fiancé, Connor Rivers.”
The name hit me like a physical blow. “You’re… you’re Connor Rivers?”
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