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
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