oe

g room. Caroline stared at me as if I were a m

family? Chloe, who do you think you are? You have Beaumont blood in your veins.

e, keeping my voice perfec

th rage, his finger poin

o, Julian! I'm sick of her. Let's see how many days s

etic, pleading look. "Chloe, just apolo

osest to, now offering nothing but empty

hardening into a mask of absolute finality

ou walk out that door, you are cut off. Your trust fund, your credit cards,

relied entirely on their wealth. They had absolutely no idea that the highly sought-after sports rehabilitation specialist-the

me. I had built my own empire in the shadows, and my personal a

acknowledging nod.

eyes fixed straight ahead, and

ith pure efficiency, dragging a sleek suitcase from the back o

my clinic's patient files and financial records. Finally, I pulled the worn sports medic

the room one last time, feeling

g room was already abandoned, the family ha

lding a large black umbrella. His eyes were rim

g him a genuine smile. "Thank yo

od and pulled the

skin. I opened the umbrella and navigated the s

lking with steady, determined steps. The driving rain quickly soaked the torn hem of my gown, adding he

k Bentley Mulsanne tore around the corner, its

ive wave of muddy water directly at me. I raised

m my grip. It tumbled away into the shadows. I locked my jaw against the bitin

eched to a halt

e of a man. His features were carved from stone in the dim lig

ng" of the ice. He owned an estate in the adjacent neighborhood. As a sports m

dle tighter, and resumed my pace, focusing entirely on the ro

forward, matching

ound of the storm, deep, authoritative,