Chloe Winston ran all the way out of the private residence on Fulham Road; the blast of cold wind sobered her up a bit. She turned back to glance at the luxurious villa on the quiet street, then walked away without looking back again.
Whoever wants him can have him—she, for one, has zero intention of walking the same old path again. Back when she was underage, with no financial freedom and being someone's ward, she'd always been under someone's thumb. Everything that used to be beautiful shattered. Starting over from scratch, she actually felt a kind of rebirth.
That damned villa, and that control-freak lunatic of a man—whoever wants them can take them. She doesn't want even a shred of it.
The next morning, while Chloe was still fast asleep, she was jolted awake by Kyla Zamora's frantic knocking on the door.
