As Stephen Mark disappeared through the glass doors of the boutique, he placed a call immediately to his lawyer to begin the transfer of ownership. He had purchased the boutique under his company’s name, but now, all legal rights of ownership would need to be transferred to Chay immediately. As he disappeared, he left behind a silence that felt heavier than before.Claire’s face had completely gone pale.She had watched the entire exchange. And now, something other than anger was beginning to settle inside her.Fear.Why is everything working against us??? Claire thought to herself, her hands slowly curling into fists as her face hardened. Just like that, the boutique was Chay’s. Without him breaking a sweat or even paying a dimeIf someone told her that Chay would eventually become the owner of her boutique today, she would bet her life and everything she had against it. It was absurd.But the man she hated the most was standing in the middle of her life againtaking things from

She took a deep breath and decided within herself to keep her head held up high no matter what. She didn’t want to let anyone see her embarrassed. “Like I said,” she started, making sure her voice was loud enough for most people to hear even if she was just talking to Chay. “I sold this boutique only because I wanted to. I was already planning to move on from it anyway,” she didn’t stop, making sure more customers were listening. “I’ve had this place for years, and I simply wanted a change,” she said, smiling. She looked around and smiled. A perfect social smile. The same smile she used on social media when pretending everything was perfect. But her hands trembled slightly by her side.A few customers glanced at her, they could see beneath her act. It was so obvious she was trying to put up an act. “She must think we’re children, trying to make us believe those lies.”“I know right,” someone laughed. “She’s literally trying too hard that it’s obvious. I wonder what’s going on w

By the time Claire was escorted out of the boutique, Chay and Molly had already continued their shopping.The entire situation had been chaotic, but Chay refused to let it ruin the reason he had brought Molly there in the first place.He had not anticipated meeting Claire talkless of having any back and forth with her.He had brought his dear cousin because, for the first time in days, he wanted her to experience and feel something normal.Something that was far from pain… far from grief. And thankfully, it was working.Molly had chosen several outfits, though not without hesitation.Every time she picked something, she would look at the price tag and stylishly drop it back before Chay noticed. But Chay noticed.After watching her do it for the fourth time, he finally sighed.“Molly.”She looked at him, knowing exactly why he called her, but she acted clueless with her brows raised. “Yes?”“If you put a dress back one more time because of the price, I’m buying the entire shelf.”She

“Yes,” he replied with a calm voice. “Because I need clarity.”Molly slowly nodded. She didn’t know what else to say, she was yet to recover from the utter awe and disbelief she was feeling. Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation. “Excuse me.” They heard the voice and both of them looked up at the same time. A woman stood beside their table.She had a short, red evening dress on. Though simple, but elegant. She had blonde hair and the bright red lipstick covering her full lips is the first thing anyone would notice.She was very beautiful and seemed so confident. Like the type of woman who was used to getting attention just by being present in a room. She smiled at Chay, slipping her hair in the back of her ear and said, “I hope I’m not interrupting or disturbing you.”Chay politely shook his head. “Not at all.”The woman smiled wider, her sultry eyes slowly scanning Chay from head to toe. “I heard the new owner of Luxe Haven Boutique was handsome… I didn’t expect him t

And the vehicle immediately came to a stop, the tires screeching against the concrete floor. Before the sound even faded, Corey stepped out of the car, cocking his gun, ever ready for the battle ahead. In the same breath, the Black SUV came to a halt, the sound of its tires screeching against the concrete floor sending shivers down Molly’s spine. As Chay was about to step out, Molly immediately grabbed his arm. He looked at her, there was fear visible in her eyes. Before she said anything, he placed his other hand on hers and said with a reassuring voice, “it’s going to be okay.”His voice carried conviction because he had survived worse. He knew it would be okay. Be gently squeezed her shoulder and told her to stay inside. “Stay here and wait for me. Don’t come out of the car, no matter what, okay!”She slowly nodded, nervously biting her lower lips.Then he pressed a button on a compartment in the vehicle, and the next second, it opened revealing a black, sleek firearm. Moll