Chapter 85
Gloria tried to brush off Elijah's patronizing "I'll take care of you forever" BS. Her focus was on getting that visa
processed and getting the hell out of there. But Jenna? She had other ideas.
That morning, Jenna was suspiciously chipper, insisting they hit Rodeo Drive together. Minutes after sliding into
the Mercedes G-Wagon, Gloria felt woozy. Then-lights out.
She cto tied up at sclifftop straight out of a cr, ocean roaring below. Nearby, Jenna was
playing damsel in distress, bound in the sway- though something felt staged about the whole thing.
Gloria tried to speak through the duct tape, but only managed muffled sounds. Jenna caught her look and
dropped the act with a smirk. "God, | didn't want to resort to this little kidnapping theatre. But after what Elijah
promised you? Tto see who he really cares about."
Gloria's heart sank. Like that wasn't already crystal clear?
Right on cue, Elijah's Aston Martin screeched up, tires spraying gravel. He jumped out clutching two Gucci
duffels. "Here's your damn money!" he snarled, throwing them forward. "Now let them go!"
Jenna's hired thug didn't flinch. "This isn't about cash, Mr. Phillips."
Elijah's face darkened. "What's your angle?"
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The guy grabbed both women's shoulders, grinning like a B-movie villain. "Tto choose, rich boy. Daddy's
friend's precious daughter or your smoking hot fiancée. Pick one to save-the other takes a scenic dive into shark
territory. Tick tock."
He loosened the ropes, making them sway over the edge.
Jenna screamed like she was auditioning for a horror film. "Baby, please! Don't letdie!"
"Jenna, don't move!" The panic in Elijah's voice said it all.
Gover.
The thug's smile widened. Jenna visibly relaxed, dropping her Oscar-worthy performance. She shot Elijah her best
lovesick look, but his eyes had already shifted to Gloria.
He expected waterworks, hysteria-instead, she looked eerily calm. Something about that resignation made his
stomach knot.
Before he could process it, Jenna launched herself into his arms, magically free. "Baby..." he whispered, holding
her.
That's when Gloria's rope snapped. One second she was there, the next-gone.
The Pacific swallowed her whole. As the current dragged her down, Gloria fought against the pull, but her
designer outfit felt like concrete. Her vision started tunneling, and everything faded to black...
She woke up in sluxury medical suite to find Elijah camping out in a chair. His bloodshot eyes and five
o'clock shadow screamed he'd been there for days. But she was so done with his guilt trip.
The silence stretched until Gloria broke it. "Mr. Phillips, go check on your fiancée. She's probably having a
meltdown without you." After a beat: "I can handle myself."
He stared at her like she was speaking alien before finally dragging himself out.
Gloria's discharge day happened to be Jenna's birthday. And Elijah? He'd gone full crazy rich boyfriend for their
first celebration as a couple.
Ten thousand roses flown in from Paris filled the venue. Casual millions in Cartier and Hermés boxes piled in
corners. Their #CoupleGoals photos plastered every surface.
As sobscene fireworks display lit up the sky, the party peaked. Elijah had Jenna pressed close as they slow-
danced, while a massive LED wall behind them played their greatest hits montage.
Just as the crowd was eating up their perfect romance, the screen went black.
Then-boom. Gloria's teenage love letters and sketches of Elijah filled the display. Her pathetic high school crush
exposed in 4K glory.
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The room erupted in savage whispers.
Gloria stared at the screen, feeling the blood drain from her face. She'd destroyed all that evidence-how the
hells
She wanted to run for the AV booth, but her Louboutins might as well have been cemented to the floor. The
whispers turned to daggers:
"Girl's still thirsting after an engaged man? Talk about desperate."
"Crashing her birthday party? Psycho much?"
"Poor Jenna, stuck dealing with this bunny boiler even after the wedding..."
The caught the power couple's attention. When Jenna saw the screen, she went ghost-white, trembling as
she shot Gloria a death glare. Then she bolted, tears ruining her perfect makeup.
"Babe!" Elijah started after her but froze when he spotted Gloria. Two strides and -CRACK. His hand connected
with her face.
The room went dead silent.
"So this is your game, Gloria? Playing nice while planning this little show?"