Love Outside my Reach
Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise.
Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly.
Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder.
But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words.
Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then."
She turned to leave.
"Hey!" Jordan bellowed.
She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry?
"You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?"
Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?"
"So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh.
"No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again."
Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?".
Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to".
Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic.
Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge.
As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming.
As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.
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Chapter 6
It was Jordan.
"You are still here," he said flatly, as if nothing had happened.
"Get in. Let me drop you off at the bus stop" Even as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Since when did he become a softie? He quickly shook off the thought. No, of course this was part of a plan.
Chloe didn't move.
With a grunt, he pulled out a card and pen from his jacket, scribbled something quickly, and tossed it out the window. The card landed by her feet.
"That's my card. Meet me at the address I wrote on the back. Tomorrow. Four p.m." Without another word, he sped off.
Chloe stared at the card lying on the road. Her mind spun with a dozen possibilities, each one darker than the last. She didn't bother picking it up. Hugging her bag closer, she set off toward Alamosa.
The night air was icy, and the road stretched endlessly ahead. Every step felt heavier than the last, her shoes biting into her heels. She pulled her coat tighter, but the chill was not just from the wind, it was from the memory of Jordan's voice, the cruelty in his eyes, the way he had shoved her away as though she were nothing.
Her phone buzzed for the third time that hour. It was her mum's sister, Mary again. Chloe silenced it, too drained to explain anything over the phone. What would she even say? That her job had ended before it even started? That she was now in debt for a gown she hadn't ruined? She pressed the phone deeper into her coat pocket.
By the time she reached the bus stop, her legs threatened to give way. She was lucky to catch the bus before it moved. She dozed off as soon as she took a seat. Four hours turned into minutes as she awoke at her destination. She texted Mary to let her know she was at the bus stop. Her aunt replied her immediately.
Hold on. I'm coming to get you.
A single streetlight flickered above, buzzing faintly. She sank onto the cold bench and buried her face in her palms. Minutes went by. Cars passed. People came and went. She stayed.
Headlights finally slowed in front of her. Chloe lifted her head, squinting against the glare. The door of a familiar car swung open.
"Chloe!" Mary's voice cut through the night, scolding and sounding relieved at the same time.
Her aunt fussed over her. "I told you not to risk traveling back at night. Why didn't you just wait till tomorrow? And why do you have to carry your travel bag though? Isn't it stressful? You can always share Judy's clothes, you know."
Chloe shrugged.
Mary pressed a small flower into her hands. "Congratulations on your new job," she teased with a laugh. "Do my flowers feel awkward?"
"No, Aunty. Thank you," Chloe managed a smile.
"You don't seem happy though. You must be exhausted."
Chloe opened the back seat and threw in her bag. "Yeah. It has been a very long day."
She was not in the mood to chatter, but her aunt didn't notice. Mary chattered all the way home.
When they arrived, Chloe was baffled to meet a mini party at home. Judy and Danny popped balloons and sprayed celebratory ribbons. A small apple tart sat at the center of the table.
Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sigh wearily. How could they be celebrating her getting a job as a maid? Funny that she had even lost the job already.
With the little strength she had, she tried to laugh and smile along. How could she tell them she had lost the job she barely just got? And the manner in which it had happened too. She felt like such a big fool.
She opened her bag and brought out the leftovers from the Cavanaughs.
The family was so happy that Chloe could not help but smile. It was like a feast for them.
She excused herself and went off to the tiny room reserved for her. Sitting on the bed, she held her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. The muffled laughter of her cousins drifted through the thin walls, but she felt miles away. Her phone vibrated for the umpteenth time since she had put it on silence on her way back.
Tiredly, she brought the phone out if her bag to check the caller ID.
Not her mother. Not her aunt. Not Judy. Not anyone she knew.
An unknown number.
Chloe froze, her heart beating abnormally in her chest. For a long moment, she simply stared at the screen, her thumb hovering, trembling. Whoever it was, they had tried calling her all night.
She swallowed hard and swiped to answer.
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8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
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7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
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8.7
At my father's wedding reception, my new stepmother demanded I give her the sapphire necklace my mother left me when she died.
I told her no. So she had her enforcer throw me to the floor in front of two hundred guests.
He ripped the chain from my neck, shattering my mother's gemstone on the marble floor. When my childhood maid, Arlene, tried to protect me, he kicked her so hard her head cracked open against a stone pillar. My father, a New York mob boss, saw the whole thing and did nothing but laugh with his new bride.
Any love I had for my family bled out on that floor with Arlene.
That night, I found Damien Flynn, my father's sworn enemy. I was supposed to be my father's greatest asset-a virgin daughter to be sold for an alliance. I decided to burn that asset to the ground.
9.3
They call Dante Moretti the ruthless and heartless mafia boss. Seven years ago, he made a
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operating table.
The girl he destroyed is dead. The woman who replaced her is the only one who can keep him
alive. He's dying for a second chance, but he's just waiting for the first cut.
7.1
I never wanted any part in this. But I have no choice. With a deep sigh, I force down an invisible lump in my throat, looking up at the priest.
I press my fingers tighter into the flower I am holding, hoping it hides how much I am shaking. Dreading the words the priest is about to utter.
"Do you, Ariella Cecilia Boone, take Dermos Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks.
I blink.
I badly want to say it, badly want to scream that I am not Ariella Cecilia Boone.
My lips tremble as I force the truth down my throat, "Yes, I do." I murmur, my voice a little over a whisper.
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In an attempt to save her family from his wrath, she takes her sister's place at the wedding.
Pain, suffering, and betrayal are all she knows the moment she became his. Secrets begin to unveil as she realises her family isn't what it seems.
And when whispers of her sister's disappearance reach her, she finds out the truth.
He never wanted Ariella; it had always been her.
Ariel has to choose between a love built on lies or betraying her sister and family.
She was his bride, and he was her prison, yet he would never let her go.