Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 10

After Carter left, Luke lingered by the cold, empty riverside, staring at his phone.

The screen flickered with notifications, but none were from me.

He was probably thinking about the past. I'd noticed long ago how his attitude toward Anna had shifted, and it upset me more than I liked to admit.

But each time, after my anger flared, I'd wonder if I was being petty. Anna was his stepsister, after all. There was nothing wrong with him being kind to her.

So, I taught myself to overlook it, constantly doubting my feelings, convincing myself I shouldn't let small issues disrupt the fragile peace between our families. I was always the one to make up with him. It had been 24 hours since my last message.

I'd been missing for a for a whole day.

With a frustrated grunt, Luke tossed a stone into the river. "Splash."

"Go ahead, throw your tantrum. Let's see how long you last this time," he muttered, his voice cutting through the quiet.

I stood beside him, a bitter smile on my face. Even at my worst, I never stayed away more than three days.

He thought he had me figured certain I'd

out,

I never cause any real trouble.

I watched his handsome face, now clouded with frustration, and my mind drifted back to when we were 12. At summer camp, during that terrible rainstorm, I got trapped on the mountain. Luke risked a landslide to come find me. I'd sobbed when I finally threw myself into his muddy arms, terrified I something could've happened to him because of me.

He just smiled, even covered in dirt. "I couldn't leave you up here. The thought of you being scared made me want to grow wings and fly to you."

Back then, I

I didn't understand love. All I knew was his embrace was warm, and I wanted him to protect me forever.

Now, even though this mess was his fault, he felt no guilt. He thought I was the one being unreasonable.

Once someone's heart changes, even their breathing feels like an offense.

By

the fourth day after my death, Luke finally started to panic.

He opened our chat thread, staring at the last voice message he'd sent.

I

My phone was still off.

"Mr. Bolton, your coffee." Roy placed a cup on the desk, hoping to snap him out of it.

Luke hadn't realized he'd been staring at his phone for half an hour.

Four

was furious, she should've

and headed for the door. "Mr.

"Reschedule

you

meeting coming up," Roy

Reschedu it." Luke didn't

every

glance back.

drove straight into the city and found

Ms.

here to to see you," a

been my best friend since high school, forced into teaching by her parents, but always on my side. She

everyone." Megan's

eve

you talking about, Luke? Are you delusional? You were the one who ditched her at the wedding.

you an explanation. Just call her and tell her to

only then that

home for days. She didn't

she runs to you,"

my closest confidant. I couldn't open up

why Luke assumed I'd been with her

hometown after the wedding and just got back today. What happened to Chloe? Did you piss her off again, you jerk?" Luke stared at her tired, bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them, her chapped lips. It was obvious she hadn't slept for days she wasn't

but Megan's voice chased after him. "Luke, if something's happened to Chloe, I

Megan, I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise. You have

! helplessly.

brush the stray hair from Megan's face,

to Luke's side as he answered a phone call while driving. When he hung up, his

touch her anymore. She'd never hear my voice

I was yanked

He dialed Roy. "Roy,

Llet

pulled back to I

Chloe for

a a bitter

now,

was probably

the car door and threw herself at him.

Before Luke

whined, pouting like she was

"Luke! Why've

You

to be exposed,

seemed exhausted, too drained to deal with

got a meeting. If it's not urgent, I need to head back to

arm, refusing to let go. "But Luke, my art exhibit opens today! Aren't

of his

he not only ignored Chloe's disappearance but also forgot about Anna's art show,