Chloe's small apartment felt like a sanctuary after the cold luxury of Julian's penthouse. She had kicked off her heels by the door and was curled on her worn-out sofa, a mug of tea growing cold in her hands. The crying had subsided, leaving behind a hollow ache in her chest.
Her phone rang, startling her. She glanced at the screen. Helen Hayes. Her stepmother.
A sense of dread settled over her. Helen only called when there was a problem.
"Hello?"
"Chloe, thank God!" Helen's voice was high-pitched with panic. "It's Wyatt. He got into a fight at school!"
Chloe sat up straight, her own heartbreak instantly forgotten. "What? Is he okay?"
"He's fine, a few bruises, but the other boy... Chloe, his family is powerful. Very powerful. The school is talking about expulsion! They said Wyatt started it, but he swears he didn't!" Helen was on the verge of tears.
"Okay, Helen, calm down," Chloe said, her mind already racing. "I'll handle it. I'll call a lawyer."
"A lawyer? Can we afford that?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything," Chloe promised, though she had no idea how.
She ended the call and took a deep, shaky breath. Her personal life was a dumpster fire, but her brother needed her. That was all that mattered.
She scrolled through her contacts, her finger stopping on a name: Harry Sullivan.
He was the best, and the most expensive, lawyer she knew. They'd met through a mutual acquaintance years ago. He was sharp, cynical, and ruthlessly effective.
She pressed the call button.
The line connected, and she was met with a wall of noise-men laughing, the clinking of glasses, the distinct sound of poker chips.
"Hayes?" Harry's voice was surprised. "It's late. Everything alright?"
"Harry, I need your help. My brother, Wyatt, was in a fight at school."
At a high-end private club across town, Harry Sullivan held his phone to his ear, a look of professional concentration on his face. He gestured to the other men at the poker table to keep it down, an amused smirk on his face.
Harry glanced across the green felt at Julian Sterling, noticing his shoulders were unusually tense as he studied his cards. Julian was listening, that much was clear.
"Another damsel in distress caught in Harry's web of billable hours?" Dino Gilbert whispered loudly to Caleb Stone, the fourth man at the table. Dino, handsome and perpetually amused, leaned back in his chair.
Harry ignored him, focusing on the phone call. "Okay, a school fight. Who's the other kid?"
"His name is Leo," Chloe said, her voice tight with worry. "Leo Sterling."
Harry's hand, which had been reaching for a stack of chips, froze mid-air.
"Wait," he said, his voice suddenly sharp. "What did you say his name was?"
His eyes shot up, locking with the man directly across from him.
Julian Sterling.
Julian's movements had stilled. He slowly lowered his cards to the table, his gaze meeting Harry's. The deep blue of his eyes was like ice.
"Harry, is everything okay?" Chloe's anxious voice came through the phone.
"I... have to call you back," Harry said, his voice strained. He hung up without waiting for a reply.
The boisterous atmosphere at the table evaporated. The air grew thick with unspoken questions.
Dino and Caleb exchanged a look. They knew Julian had a son, a rebellious teenager he rarely spoke of.
Harry stared at Julian, his mind reeling. "Your son's name is Leo?" he asked, the question sounding absurd even to his own ears.
Julian didn't flinch. He leaned back in his leather chair, the picture of calm control.
"Yes," he confirmed, his voice flat.
Harry ran a hand over his face, feeling a massive headache coming on. "Well, this is a problem. The client I just took on... her brother just beat up your son."
A flicker of something unreadable passed through Julian's eyes. It was there and gone in an instant. A ghost of a smile, cold and sharp, touched the corner of his mouth. He picked up his glass of whiskey and took a slow sip.
Back in her apartment, Chloe paced her living room, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. Harry's abrupt hang-up was unnerving. Leo Sterling. The name sounded expensive. This was going to be a nightmare.
She had no idea that the patriarch of the Sterling family was the same man she had blocked from her life less than an hour ago.
At the poker table, the tension was broken by Dino, who leaned forward, squinting at Julian's neck.
"Hey, man, you seem off tonight," Dino said, his tone light and teasing. "And what's with these marks on your neck? Rough night?"
He pointed to a series of faint, reddish marks just above Julian's collar, marks that Chloe's desperate passion had left behind.
Julian's eyes turned glacial. He swatted Dino's hand away with a sharp, violent motion.
The gesture was so out of character that it silenced the table again.
Harry, ever the observer, filed the detail away. The angry marks on Julian's neck. The late-night call from a distraught Chloe Hayes. A wild, impossible idea sparked in his mind, but he dismissed it. The odds were astronomical.
Julian pushed his chair back and stood, the moment of levity shattered. He adjusted his collar, his movements stiff.
"I'll handle this with you personally, Harry," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Tell your client to be at the school tomorrow. Ten a. m. With her brother."
Without another word, he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and strode out of the room, leaving three stunned friends and a pile of winning cards on the table.
