He breathed out a sigh of relief as he walked out of her room. He knew she's so stubborn so he had to show her a different video to make her think he had actually Micah.
***
The crisp black uniform clung uncomfortably to Micah's frame.
He hated it the bow tie, the polished shoes, the white gloves.
But he wore it with purpose. Then he thought of her
Liana Hayes
The girl who hadn't shown up at work in weeks.
The girl whose phone was suddenly disconnected.
The girl who whispered "I'll be fine" the last time he saw her — and vanished. He had grown feelings for her but couldn't tell her because he didn't want it ruining their friendship.
He finished lacing his shoes. "You okay, man?" another waiter asked, adjusting his tray of wine glasses.
Micah forced a smile.
"Nervous. First time in a billionaire's den."
The guy chuckled and walked off.
Micah's jaw tensed.
***
He stood outside waiting for her' then he saw her' looking so beautiful as always,he admired her as she walked towards him' he didn't say a word to her.
Clara helped her in getting into the car and he got in too, then the limousine drove off.
He took out a ring from his pocket, the ring glistened like a shard of ice.
Dominic slid it onto her finger —not gently, not tenderly just firmly enough to remind her it wasn't a proposal. It was a warning.
"You'll play the role," he said smoothly, fixing her with those cold, dangerous eyes. "Smile. Stand tall. Pretend I'm everything you ever wanted."
I said nothing.
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, voice like a blade:
"And remember Micah's life depends on your performance."
I nodded once.
***
Chloe Moreau adjusted her diamond necklace and narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the gilded mirror.
Perfection, as always.
Her champagne silk gown hugged her body like a second skin, the slit climbing her thigh just enough to remind people what she could still command — with a look, a smile, or a whispered word.
And tonight, she had one goal.
"Dominic Voss," she murmured.
She smirked.
How long had it been?
Two years since their last argument their last kiss their last game of power and passion? She remembered the cold way he'd ended things. She remembered the rage burning in her chest as he walked away without flinching.
But she also remembered the way he used to look at her.
And she missed it.
Not just the man but the power she felt beside him.
They were perfect once. Beautiful, cruel, unstoppable.
She'd heard the whispers from inside circles that Dominic Voss, the untouchable, was bringing a woman to his grandfather's birthday celebration.
Chloe's smile vanished.
She's no one. Just a placeholder.
And once he sees me tonight… he'll remember who he really belongs to.
She grabbed her clutch, her perfume a scent she knew he remembered and headed out the door of her penthouse, her heels clicking like a countdown to chaos.