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“Where am I?”Chloe Bishop bolted upright, her head spinning with a sickening heaviness. The room was cold, sterile, and completely unfamiliar. She scrambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day—the day she would finally marry Liam Martin. She had waited six long years for this dream to come true. She couldn't let anything, or anyone, get in the way now.Outside the door, Liam leaned against the hallway wall, the orange glow of a cigarette illuminating his icy, handsome face. He looked at the man standing before him with a terrifying lack of emotion."Go in," Liam said flatly, flicking a stray ash onto the expensive carpet. "Just don’t kill her."The man hesitated, his voice trembling as he glanced at the heavy door. "Mr. Martin... are you sure? She’s the city’s top 'IT Girl.' She’s your fiancée! You’re supposed to stand at the altar with her in less than twenty-four hours!""Get in there," Liam repeated. His voice

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“Have you found out who did this yet?”Liam Martin’s usually handsome, refined face was currently shrouded in a dark, suffocating shadow. He looked cold and lethal—the literal personification of the calm before a devastating storm.At twenty-four, Liam had spent the last six years clawing his way to the CEO's chair, reclaiming everything that had been stolen from him. He was now the most powerful young tycoon in the city. But looking at the overlapping scars—some old, some horrifyingly fresh—on Sara Jay’s body, his pride tasted like ash. He felt a mix of agonizing pity and murderous rage.Who dared to break her like this? They were dead men walking.His assistant kept his head bowed low, terrified to meet Liam's eyes. “Brandon is personally leading the investigation. We’ll have a name soon.”If Chloe Bishop were here, she would realize her nightmare was manifesting into reality, piece by agonizing piece.Liam reached out, gingerly taking Sara’s hand as if she were made of glass. His g

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Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know? Men love this 'peek-a-boo' style. It’s called keeping the spark alive in a marriage."Nora, another bridesmaid, added with a gentle smile, "Just trust us on this one, Chloe. You won't regret it.""Really?" Chloe looked at the flimsy fabric again. A vivid, heated image flashed through her mind, and a soft blush crept up her neck, staining her porcelain cheeks. Tonight, she would finally be Liam Martin's wife.Suddenly, a wave of commotion erupted from downstairs."I’ll go check it out," Bella said, heading toward the balcony.She returned moments later, her face drained of color and heavy with grim news. "Chloe... Liam is leaving."In an instant, the blood vanished from Chloe’s face. Even h

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Outside the Operating Room.Chloe sat on a plastic chair, still wearing her million-dollar designer wedding dress. She was trembling, sitting as still as a lifeless mannequin. The dress, once pure and white, was now stained with dark, wet patches of blood. Against the crimson stains, her skin looked as white as paper.The blood on the lace and her pale skin looked like blooming, aggressive roses, making her beauty seem fragile yet haunting.Just moments ago, her father had been rushed into emergency surgery. Her mother, in the shock of the accident, had gone into premature labor and was in another room undergoing an emergency C-section.The Bishop relatives who had followed them to the hospital were fuming with indignation. But looking at Chloe, sitting there devoid of any life, no one had the heart to speak. Liam Martin... what a curse he turned out to be.Chloe stared blankly at her blood-stained hands. Her mind was a broken record, playing the crash over and over. Liam had seen it.

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Looking into Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, Liam withdrew his probing gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detached, his long lashes veiling whatever emotions stirred beneath.Chloe had always adored Liam’s physical perfection. Even now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a flawless masterpiece—composed, balanced, and untouchable.But in this moment, she loathed every inch of him. She hated his eyes, his brow, and his pristine, wrinkle-free white shirt. Most of all, she hated that eternal, "gentlemanly" warmth that felt as thin and cold as a sheet of ice.It took a long time for her to find her voice. "I came for one thing. Tell me why. Why did you leave me at the altar?"Why did you do this to me?"I'm sorry."Liam was silent for a beat before uttering those three words.Those three simple words felt like a handful of salt rubbed into Chloe’s bleeding heart. The pain was so sharp it felt like her lungs had collapsed.Fifteen minutes later, Chloe walked out of the

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Liam was indeed exceptional in every way. Before the accident, he had been the crown jewel of the Martin family, the heir apparent that everyone looked up to.If it hadn't been for that car crash—the one that cost him a leg and saw his name ruthlessly struck from the inheritance list by the family patriarch—he wouldn't even be standing at a secondary event like this birthday gala.Charles Bishop knew the truth: that "accident" smelled of his uncle Marcus Martin’s interference. Charles didn't want Chloe anywhere near a family tree that grew such poisonous fruit."Let's keep looking," Charles sighed to his wife. "There are plenty of other options."But as they scouted the lawn, a slim teenage girl was already pressed against a second-story window. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes were locked onto the boy standing beneath the white magnolia tree.He came!Chloe could hardly believe it. The boy who had occupied her every waking thought for two years—the one who had defined her standard of "

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Liam looked away, his jaw tightening. "Your parents will never agree," he said, his voice flat but thick with a hidden ache. "I'm a cripple."To a teenage boy, a physical flaw was a lethal wound to his pride."So what?" Chloe’s response was immediate—firm and stubborn. "Liam, tonight, if it isn't you, I'm not choosing anyone."A ripple finally broke the surface of Liam's calm eyes.So what?Did she not realize that the moment she walked toward him, every gaze in the room had shifted from admiration to pity—or worse, mockery? If she stayed with him, she might be trapped under those judgmental eyes for the rest of her life.Chloe looked at the boy she had adored from afar for so long and bravely reached out her small, fair hand. "Are you willing?"The face before him was breathtakingly beautiful, her dark eyes sparkling like polished gemstones. She was perfect. But she wasn't the girl he wanted.The girl he loved was named Sara Jay. She was the one he had vowed to protect with his life.

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“This is a total shakedown.”Chloe Bishop’s soft features sharpened with a lethal edge. Her hands were clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. “We need to call the police, Mom. We can’t let them get away with this.”Mrs. Bishop shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “It’s no use. We have no hard evidence, and your sister is still in their hands. Calling the cops will only provoke them. What if they hurt her?”“Then what are we supposed to do?” Chloe felt a surge of helpless fury. Her parents had spent their entire lives building the Bishop Group. How could she just hand it over to a pack of wolves?If her father ever woke up and found the company gone, how could she face him?“But it’s only been a week!” Chloe continued, her voice trembling. “Arthur Bishop is an ungrateful snake. If Dad hadn't given him a prestigious job out of family loyalty years ago, he’d be nothing today!”“What choice do we have?” Mrs. Bishop was near a total breakdown. “Your sister is so tiny. She c

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As Nightingale’s entourage swept away, the lobby erupted into a frenzy of whispers. Everyone was dying to know the identity of the man who commanded such respect—a man so striking and noble that even Nightingale, the "Queen of the Underworld," acted as his guide.Justin stood frozen, his brow furrowed as he watched the man’s retreating back.Xavier Grayson. In the business world of River City, that name was a trigger for pure terror. He was known as a ruthless predator—cold-blooded, efficient, and famous for showing zero mercy to his own kin, let alone outsiders. Justin’s older brother had once crossed paths with Xavier and had been stripped of a major deal within forty-eight hours.Chloe Bishop, unaware of Justin’s inner turmoil, grabbed his sleeve and moved quickly to follow them.As they hurried through the lobby, several socialites recognized them."Talk about a lucky day," one whispered loudly. "First, I see the city's most handsome bachelor, Liam Martin, then Nightingale, and no

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Chloe froze. Her hand felt as if it had been branded by a hot iron, and she instinctively jerked it back.In her haste, the glass of heavy liquor toppled over. A clear splash of alcohol soaked right into the expensive fabric of Xavier’s trousers, pooling near his thigh.The man looked up. His gaze landed on her face, sharp and biting with a sudden, dangerous chill."I’m so sorry! I’ll clean it up right now."Chloe was rarely this clumsy, but panic had seized her. She grabbed a linen napkin and leaned down to blot the spill. She had only made a few frantic swipes when a massive hand clamped around her wrist like a vice. He shoved her away with cold, effortless strength.The disgust in Xavier’s eyes was even more intense than it had been in the elevator. His voice was a low, displeased growl."Miss Bishop. Have some self-respect."Chloe’s face turned scarlet as the realization of what she was doing hit her. In her desperation to help, she had been scrubbing at a very suggestive area of

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