Daring

When power clashes and pride shatters, being a pawn in a game she didn't sign up for.

Catherine Quinn, the heir of Quinn family and the fiancee of Stellan Vance, the sole heir of Vance groups with power rooting underneath the marble tiles of their high class restaurants into the dark, dirty sides of business, unbeknownst to many. She never imagined her life to be anything less than luxury and comfort. A foreigner to the adversities and tribulations of life. Her chin held up. Hair done. Nails done. She didn't knew how to settle for anything less than perfection. And she wasn't planning to find out either.

But kneeling amidst the ruins of her own empire? Her fiance being shot down right in front of her? The heavy silk skimming her body tainted with the splattered violence as she stayed frozen.

Everything happened too quick, too fast. The party hall filled with chatters and laughter suddenly crumbled as the sound of bullets flying pierced the air. Shouts. Screams. And a blur of everything that happened. But she stayed frozen. Till the chaos subsided getting replaced by the triumphant jeers and mocking snickers. Men pouring in and taking over the place that used to The Vance's possession.

She stayed. On her knees. Eyes glued on to the blood covering the marble beneath her. Fists clenched. She stayed still as the footsteps approached. Till the polished shoe came into her view, stepping on her fiance's blood.

The cold metal of the gun digged into her skin as her chin was forced to tilt up. She met the eyes of the invader, or likely, the man that now 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 the place and everything in it.

Keal Lawrence.

And she met his eyes. Eyes glossed but she refrained the tears from spilling. Her frame trembled not in fear but in fury.

The corner of his lips twitched as he leaned down, running the gun nozzle along her jaw down to her neck and stopping right over her heart.

"And you are? Mine too"