The car rolled to a smooth stop. Oscar opened the door again, gesturing for Khloe to enter.

“Get in. We can speak privately.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Khloe finally slid into the luxurious interior.

From Oscar’s explanation, she quickly pieced together the story: the men who had intervened for her belonged to one of the nation’s most formidable dynasties—the Hunt family.

Their empire spanned finance, technology, and energy, wielding immense influence over the entire country’s economy. To say they were as wealthy as a small nation wasn’t an exaggeration.

The heir, Nick Hunt, was only twenty-eight and had already expanded the family’s fortune to unprecedented levels. In powerful circles, he was already known as the most influential power broker of his generation.

Just last night, the Morrison patriarch, Henry, had received a call from the Hunts. They had proposed a marriage alliance—and the bride they had specifically named was Khloe.

Oscar explained that countless elite families dreamed of tying themselves to the Hunts, and the Morrisons were no exception. He had come today at Henry’s request.

“So what you’re telling me,” Khloe cut to the chase, “is that the Hunts are more powerful than the Morrisons?”

“There’s no comparison,” Oscar stated plainly. “If you need a scale, the Morrisons are the undisputed leaders in Goldmont City. But the Hunts? Across the entire country, no one dares to cross them.”

“And Nick?” she asked, her voice even. “What is he like?”

Oscar rubbed his nose, clearly choosing his words with care. “He’s something of a legend overseas, rarely seen here. A very private man. I’ve never actually met him, but the rumors…”

“What rumors?” she pressed.

“That he’s… a difficult person to deal with.”

His phrasing was deliberately soft. If Nick were merely “a little difficult,” the Hunt family’s gates would have been stormed by hopeful suitors years ago.

Khloe’s eyes narrowed. “Difficult in what way?”

Oscar offered a strained smile. “Cold. A perfectionist. There are whispers he avoids women’s company. But the Hunts are known for their discipline. His character… can’t be all that bad.”

‘Can’t be?’ Khloe thought, her gaze steady on him. That didn’t sound like a ringing endorsement.

Finally, Oscar relented.

“Alright, the truth. They say Nick Hunt is solitary and brutally sharp-tongued. His methods are ruthless, and he’s driven solely by profit and strategy. He shows no emotion, and those who offend him tend to disappear from the playing field.”

He sighed, then added quickly, “But it’s just a marriage. In families like ours, most marriages are strategic, not love matches. With your inheritance, you’ll have a target on your back from all directions. Without a powerful protector, you won’t last a week.”

Khloe gave a single, slow nod. “Alright.”

“Wait—don’t refuse so quickly—” Oscar cut himself off, stunned. “You… you agree?”

“Yes.”

Her first “marriage” had been a fraudulent contract, a lie that made her a pawn. She was alone in the world now, with no one to rely on.

A man like Nick Hunt—however severe his reputation—was a hundred times the man Trey would ever be.

Trey had used a forged document to make her his stepping stone. Nick Hunt, by contrast, could become her shield. He wasn’t just a hundred times more powerful; he was the lifeline that could pull her from the quicksand she was in.

The Morrison family’s waters ran deep. Clarice and her son were already circling like vultures. As a newly recognized “illegitimate daughter,” a will and a DNA report weren’t enough to secure her position.

If she wanted to stand firm and control the empire she had inherited, she needed more than legal documents. She needed leverage. A shield. A weapon.

Marriage wasn’t about love. It was a transaction. An alliance.

Khloe turned from the window, her voice calm yet resolute. “Better to have a formidable ally than to fight alone and be devoured. Since the Hunts chose me, I have no reason to refuse.”

…

That evening, Khloe returned to the Fox residence to find it empty.

Trey, Angela, and Pete were all gone. A servant explained they had gone to an art exhibition in another city and wouldn’t be back until the next day.

Checking her phone, Khloe saw several missed calls and one unread message from Trey.

Trey: [Khloe, Pete really wanted to see this exhibit with Ms. Thompson. It’s a bit of a drive, so I went with them.]

How considerate—leaving her a note as if they were a perfect little family of three on a day trip.

It suited her just fine. Their absence made it easier for her to work undisturbed.

She summoned a few servants to help her pack her belongings.

“Madam, are you going on a trip?” one asked, watching her box up every personal item she owned.

“Yes,” Khloe replied evenly, gathering passports and important documents from her desk. “And there’s no need to mention this to Trey. He’s been so busy lately. It’s best not to disturb him.”

Busy, indeed—busy playing house with another woman. His comfortable days were numbered.

By midnight, all of her possessions were packed. Once the household was asleep, she quietly summoned movers to take everything away.