Ex Billionaire Wants her back

in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought consumed me:

ven though I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. No matter how

ht, smiling widely as I prepared to step onto the first stair. Just then, I caught s

instinctively reached out, trying to grab her should

her roll until she hit the ground hard and, blood

e looked up at me before her gaze shifted back to t

at the pool of blood at the bottom of the stai

not, inform him of what just happ

still outstretched in shock. Within minutes, the mansion's

his brown eyes filled with concern as he

he asked, crouc

first maid stammere

led, causing both maids

exclaimed

ssion turned to one of disappointmen

, but I knew anything I sai

said, lifting Caitlyn into his a

ing room, having waited in the c

ss Caitlyn's presence, and that's wh

it because of Miss Caitlyn. But I guess s

had never been respected-neither by Oliver nor by the maids who witnessed how poorl

s the implication t

e woman he loved the most in the world was truly gone. He would never belie

shut behind me. I rushed to the dressing table, staring into

shoulders, I hesitated. I thought: "Maybe if she'

moment sooner, perhaps I wou

in my hair, and the band fell t

then Oliver will know the truth, and everything will be f

ing Oliver's return. Just as I was about

s past five. I jumped from the bed, slipped on my

the door, but I outran h

at the sight of two men: one in

, forcing a smile. "Are you perhaps his busi

eeted, ignoring my question. "You must

State CID, and this is Agent Carter," he said

ned. "To what do I owe this visi