A Childhood Promise, A Cold Comeback Chapter 09

A Childhood Promise, A Cold Comeback Chapter 09

It was well past midnight by the time we finished our statements at the precinct. Too tired to part ways, I simply took Silas home with me.

When I woke up the next morning, breakfast was already laid out on the table.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching Silas wash the dishes carefully. “Look at you, all domestic.”

“No official status yet. Gotta earn my keep and stay on my future wife’s good side.” he teased, tapping the tip of my nose. “Can’t have her getting frustrated and trading me in.”

I shook my head with a smile, recalling our friends’ blatantly curious stares as we’d made our exit the previous night.

I scrolled through my phone idly, then paused at a news headline and laughed, “If you want public recognition, it looks like one’s coming your way.”

Two bold headlines had shot to the top of the trending list:

“Bennett Heiress Accused of Seducing Married Man”

“Bennett Heiress’s Scandalous Private Life—Hosting Strangers Overnight”

They were perfectly paired, clearly meant to ruin me.

What Coco probably didn’t know was that most private villas had security cameras installed.

Before the narrative could fully take hold, a high-definition security video surfaced and spread like wildfire.

It showed the Sullivan heir—Lucas—lingering and lunging at me after I’d repeatedly tried to push him away, every detail crystal clear.

Public opinion about the Bennetts shifted instantly, though some doubts remained, “What about the overnight guest? Care to explain that?”

“She’s a top executive at Bennett Group at such a young age—who knows which big shot she was hiding overnight?”

Silas sprang into action, creating a social media account as if it were an emergency.

I watched him rush around, amused, “It’s not that urgent.”

He paused for a moment to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, his voice serious, “You don’t deserve to be slandered like this.”

Ding—

A notification popped up: You’ve been followed by Silas Tate.

I checked my phone and laughed—his account was verified, with his full identity clearly stated.

Moments later, Silas posted:

“To everyone: On behalf of Tate Group, I’d like to thank our future boss lady for hosting me last night @HazelBennett.”

The internet fell silent for a beat—then exploded.

Silas glanced up from his phone, the picture of wide-eyed innocence.

I exhaled a laugh, closed the distance between us, and kissed him.