Se connecterChapter 64The Obsidian Club was not the kind of establishment that allowed walk-ins. Hidden beneath the bustling financial district, it was a subterranean fortress of black marble, velvet booths, and dim, golden lighting, reserved exclusively for the city’s apex predators.Zara stepped out of her Porsche, handing the keys to the silent valet. Despite the crisp evening chill, she wasn’t wearing a coat. She wore the emerald-green silk dress, just as Ethan had arrogantly demanded.She told herself she only wore it as a power play a way to show him she wasn't intimidated by his threats. But as the heavy mahogany doors of the club swung open, the erratic, fluttering pulse at the base of her throat betrayed her."Ms. Frost," the impeccably dressed maître d’ murmured, bowing slightly. "Mr. Cole is expecting you in the VIP lounge. Right this way."Zara followed him through the labyrinth of the club. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled bourbon, and hushed, billion-do
hapter 63The following morning, the atmosphere inside the Frost Industries executive suite was volatile.Zara paced behind her massive oak desk, a cup of untouched black coffee sitting off to the side. She hadn't slept a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Ethan collapsing on the stone terrace, blood dripping from his nose, his gray eyes rolling back into his head."He's stable."Zara stopped pacing and looked toward the doorway. Julian leaned against the frame, holding a tablet."I have a contact at St. Jude’s," Julian continued, stepping into the office and closing the frosted glass door behind him. "Ethan Cole was admitted for a severe vascular migraine. He was discharged three hours ago. He’s fine, Zara."Zara let out a shaky breath, slumping into her high-backed leather chair. She rubbed her temples. "He kissed me, Julian. Out of nowhere. And then he just... broke."Julian’s jaw tightened slightly, a flash of protective jealousy crossing his warm hazel eyes, bu
Chapter 62The shrill, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor dragged Ethan from the depths of a suffocating black void.pHe blinked, the harsh fluorescent lights of a private hospital room piercing his retinas. His head pounded with a dull, rhythmic ache, a stark contrast to the explosive agony that had brought him to his knees on the terrace."He's waking up. Thank god. Dr. Aris, he's waking up."Chloe’s voice was a grating, panicked whisper.Ethan kept his breathing shallow, feigning a deeper level of unconsciousness as he cracked his eyes open just a fraction. He was in the VIP wing of St. Jude’s Medical Center.Chloe was standing near the foot of his bed, her arms crossed tightly, her silver gown replaced by designer sweatpants. Beside her stood Dr. Aris, the Cole family's private physician for the last five years."His vitals are stabilizing," Dr. Aris said in a hushed, clinical tone. "But I warned you, Chloe. If he experiences extreme emotional stimuli, his brain will naturally tr
Chapter 61The crinkle of the plastic evidence bag sounded like a gunshot in the quiet, charged air of the balcony.Zara stared at the neat, robotic handwriting on the little white card. Try harder, Daddy. The DNA is fake.Her pulse hammered violently against her throat. For a terrifying, suspended second, the perfectly constructed walls of her new life threatened to collapse. She could feel Ethan’s gaze heavy, predatory, and burning with a chaotic mixture of fury and desperate hope boring into her skin.He had her cornered.But Zara was no longer the fragile, naive twenty-year-old who had shattered into a million pieces in a London hospital. She was Zara Frost, CEO of a multinational empire, and a mother who would burn the world down to protect her son.Drawing a slow, measured breath, Zara tilted her head back and let out a soft, mocking laugh.The sound threw Ethan completely off balance. His intense, interrogating stare faltered, his dark brows furrowing. "You think this is funny?
Chapter 60The charity auction was a battlefield disguised as philanthropy.Zara sat at Table 3 with Julian, her posture perfectly straight, but her mind was racing. What secrets she keeps in her garage. Ethan was taunting her. He was pressing the bruise, trying to see if she would flinch.Across the room at Table 1, Ethan’s gaze practically burned a hole through the side of her head. He had barely touched his drink, and he had completely ignored Chloe for the last forty minutes."Next up on the block," the auctioneer announced, his voice booming through the microphone. "A stunning, flawless fifteen-carat teardrop diamond necklace, donated by the estate of Lady Halloway. Bidding starts at one million dollars!"Chloe’s eyes lit up greedily. She tugged on Ethan’s sleeve. "Ethan! Look at it. It’s perfect for our wedding day. You have to get it for me."Ethan didn't look at the necklace. He looked at Zara.Zara caught his stare. A dangerous, vindictive idea sparked in her mind. If Ethan C
Chapter 59 The silence on the line was so absolute that Jax thought the call had dropped. In his lavish penthouse office, Ethan Cole stood frozen, his phone pressed hard against his ear. His breath was trapped somewhere in his chest, his heart executing a heavy, violently painful thud against his ribs. Try harder, Daddy. The word echoed in Ethan’s mind, tearing through the chemically induced fog Chloe’s pills had wrapped around his brain. Daddy. "Sir?" Jax’s nervous voice crackled through the speaker. "What should I do? The kid clearly swapped the juice box. If we run this DNA, it’s probably going to belong to some random four-year-old who likes eating paste." Ethan’s knuckles turned white. His analytical mind, the one that had built a multibillion-dollar tech empire, was spinning at warp speed. Zara had looked him dead in the eye and told him the father was dead. Yet, her four-year-old son was not only aware of Ethan's existence, but the boy had hacked a professional investigat







