ammed shut behind Chloe. She was finally free. Standing in the rain, she looked up at th

k everything from me. Now that I'm out, I'l

cross her cheek. Later, through a mysterious benefactor, she had undergone facial reconstructi

t of her. The driver, Joe Tucker, got out and respe

paid for top lawyers, secured better living conditions for her, and requested photographs of her from before her impr

emeritus of the Mitchell empire, one of Silicon Valley's most powerful dynasties. A feared patriarch wi

Mitchell family's residence. The luxury of the surroundings was a star

hite, handed her a pristine white wedding dress. There were no

ndson and one of the Mitchell family heirs. In exchange, the Mitchell

d become a vegetable after a car racing accident thr

conjunction. An upcoming Venus-Jupiter alignment offered one chance to reverse his fate. If Cullen married a woman whos

en selected

owerful old families had their own superstitions. Byron had enough money an

ng "Chloe Martin" on the dotted line. To

tchell's room. It was as large as a small ICU. Cullen l

t. The room fell silent, leaving her with her new husb

ll outside, already plotting the first step of h

eing held. The canary diamond cufflink. For three ye

informed her that she was to sleep in Cullen's room tonight to

rent. She lay down on

utside the door. They said Mr. Barrett was drunk again and w

wake by the sound of heavy footste

bled in. The man was well-built, and even in his drun

g up on the sofa. Who was this m

walked straight to the hospital bed

ng a long shadow, looking down at Cullen

to make a sound. She could feel

turned as if to go to the bathroom. His

eep, dark blue eyes, swirling with co

omeone else in the room. He narrowed his eye

ey washed over her. Chloe

ing down, his gaze sharp

his voice low and raspy

, the man suddenly leaned

n, his eyes filled with a searc

selves. Tonight, the true head of the Mitchel