Chloe Reed was Hollywood's diamond—untouchable, arrogant, addictive.
But even diamonds crack.
It started with a scandal.
One leaked video from the set.
One moment of misplaced rage.
Suddenly, the headlines weren't praising her—they were tearing her apart.
"Chloe Reed Bullies Co-star?"
"America's Sweetheart… or Hollywood's Nightmare?"
Brands pulled out. Her agency went into crisis mode. Fans morphed into critics overnight. And her biggest rival, Mila Vaughn, sailed through the chaos like a queen claiming her throne.
But Chloe didn't care.
She was still Chloe Reed.
And the world? It would bow again—no matter what it took.
Fate, however, had other plans.
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It was raining when she stormed out of her agency, sunglasses shielding the fire in her eyes. Her assistant chased after her, pleading for calm.
She didn't stop.
She crossed the street, ignoring the traffic light.
A scream.
A horn.
Tires screeched.
Then—darkness.
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When she woke, antiseptic stung her nose and fluorescent light cut through the haze. Her head throbbed. Her wrist was bandaged. Tubes tangled at her side.
She was in a hospital.
Blinking against the brightness, she heard a voice.
"Ms. Reed, please don't move too much. You hit your head pretty badly."
She turned her head slowly—and saw him.
Tall. Clean-shaven. Calm.
Hands in the pockets of his coat.
Eyes like stormy skies—gray and unreadable.
"Who… are you?" she whispered.
"I'm Dr. Ethan Walker," he replied, cool and composed.
Something in her twisted.
Not just because he was handsome. Not just because he was the only person in days who didn't flinch at her name.
But because something about him felt... familiar.
Later that evening, as the nurse stepped out, Chloe's mother entered the room, eyes red and brimming with tears.
"Thank God you're alive," she cried, gripping her daughter's hand.
Then she added something strange.
Softly. Hesitantly.
"Dr. Walker… Ethan… do you remember him?"
Chloe frowned. "No?"
Her mother gave a tearful laugh. "Your fiancé," she said gently. "You two were engaged when you were five. Our families planned it years ago."
Silence.
Chloe stared at the door where Dr. Walker had just disappeared.
That calm, maddening doctor?
Her fiancé?
Her lips curled into a slow, amused smile.
"Well," she murmured, "this just got interesting."