Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 98 Summary
In Chapter 98 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle West finds herself emotionally drained after a tumultuous week of confinement. Seeking a break from her situation, she invites her enthusiastic assistant, Amy, to join her on a shopping trip. The excitement of stepping outside and the luxury of a new shopping center in Moonshade Bay provide a welcome distraction for both women. Amy’s vibrant energy lifts Elle’s spirits as they navigate the bustling crowd, drawn in by the allure of high-end brands.
As they explore the shopping center, Elle encounters a group of men in gray suits who reveal that they are there on behalf of Raymond Carter, the CEO of the establishment. He expresses concern for Elle’s safety and ensures she is well taken care of during her visit. Though surprised by his attention, Elle tries to maintain a lighthearted demeanor, focusing on enjoying her time with Amy. The day unfolds with laughter and shopping, culminating in a heartfelt moment when Amy gifts Elle delicate porcelain figurines, showcasing their budding friendship.
However, the atmosphere shifts when Raymond Carter approaches Elle during a break. His request for a private conversation raises Elle’s guard, especially as he hints at wanting to discuss matters outside of business. The tension escalates when Raymond suggests he could help Elle escape from the Rayne family and Brad, her mate. This unexpected proposition leaves Elle feeling alarmed and cornered, prompting her to quickly dismiss his offer with nervous laughter. The chapter closes with her feeling a mix of confusion and fear, highlighting the precariousness of her situation and the complexities of her relationships.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 98**
**Elle’s POV**
A gentle sigh escaped my lips as I attempted to gather my thoughts. The emotional rollercoaster I had endured over the past week had left me feeling drained. It was high time I stepped outside, breathed in some fresh air, and cleared my cluttered mind. Being cooped up in the house, even with the sweet taste of newfound freedom, was doing nothing to soothe my frayed nerves.
“Army, would you like to join me for a little shopping excursion?” I inquired of my assistant, who had been practically vibrating with excitement during what she referred to as our “torturous week of house arrest.”
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Really? We can actually leave? Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with glee.
Amy, my new personal assistant, was a bright and cheerful young woman in her early twenties, handpicked by Brad to assist me with my daily tasks. She had started working for me just as my house arrest began, and her infectious energy was a welcome distraction from the heaviness of my situation.
Within moments, we found ourselves in the car, accompanied by the driver and security detail that Brad had assigned to me. The driver suggested we head to the new luxury shopping center that had recently opened in Moonshade Bay, a place that seemed to be the talk of the town.
As we pulled into the parking garage, I was taken aback by the sheer scale and opulence of the establishment. Even the parking area exuded an air of extravagance.
“Wow,” Amy breathed, pressing her face against the window, her excitement palpable. “This place is incredible!”
I couldn’t disagree. The moment we stepped toward the main entrance, I was greeted by a bustling crowd—mostly humans, weaving in and out, many drawn to the allure of werewolf luxury brands that were clearly out of their reach.
Just as I set foot on the main floor, I noticed my security detail lagging behind, momentarily lost in the throng of shoppers. It was then that several men in light gray suits appeared before me, moving with an unsettling synchronicity.
They all bowed in unison. “Excuse me, are you Miss West?” one of them asked, his voice smooth and polished.
I blinked, momentarily taken aback. “I’m Elle West. And you are…?”
“We’re here on our CEO’s orders,” one of them explained, his demeanor professional. “He specifically instructed us to welcome Miss West.”
“Your CEO?” I echoed, genuine confusion creeping into my tone.
“Mr. Carter was concerned about your safety and wanted to ensure you were properly taken care of,” he continued, his eyes steady.
The pieces clicked into place in my mind. “Raymond Carter?” I ventured, piecing together the information.
At their confirming nods, a mix of surprise and caution washed over me. So, he owns this place. How did Raymond know I was coming here?
Yet, I reminded myself that I was here to unwind, to enjoy some time away from the chaos. “That’s… thoughtful of him,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light.
The hours that followed turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable. I spent most of my time watching Amy as she gleefully tried on clothes and accessories, her enthusiasm infectious. It was clear she rarely had the chance to indulge in such luxuries, and I found joy in her happiness. I, on the other hand, bought very little for myself, content to bask in her excitement, although my feet were beginning to protest from the flats I wore.
“Mrs. Rayne, you’re being so patient with me,” Amy said, her arms laden with shopping bags. “Here you are, pregnant and walking around, just so I can shop.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I reassured her, a smile gracing my lips. “I’m really enjoying watching you have fun.”
That’s when she pulled out a small box from one of her bags, her expression shifting to one of shyness. “Actually, Miss West, I got something for you too!”
I accepted the box, curiosity piqued. As I opened it, I discovered a pair of delicate porcelain figurines. They were utterly adorable—some depicted clearly human figures, while others bore a striking resemblance to wolves.
“They’re so cute!” I exclaimed, genuine delight bubbling within me. “Thank you so much!”
Amy scratched her ear, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “I’m glad you like them, Miss West!”
I carefully handed the box to one of my security guards for safekeeping, touched by her thoughtful gesture.
Eventually, my feet began to ache, and we decided it was time for a break. I sought out a quiet rest area and turned to my entourage. “You all don’t need to hover around me. Go explore, buy something for yourselves.”
They exchanged uncertain glances, each one clearly uncomfortable with the idea of leaving me alone, likely terrified of what Brad would do if something went awry while they were supposed to be watching over me.
Just then, a voice rang out from the entrance. “Mr. Carter, Miss West is resting inside.”
“I see. You can all step back now,” came a familiar, calm reply.
I looked up to see Raymond Carter making his way toward me.
“Mr. Carter,” I greeted with a polite formality, my heart racing slightly. “You’ve really given me the VIP treatment today. I feel almost embarrassingly special.”
Raymond smiled, gesturing for his assistant to pull out a chair for him. As he settled down, he waved the others away, leaving just the two of us in the seating area.
“I hope you don’t mind the direct approach, Elle,” he began, his piercing blue eyes studying my face intently. “But I was hoping to have a word with you.”
I set down my water glass, meeting his gaze with curiosity and caution. “Mr. Carter, I’m not sure what I could possibly help you with.”
“Actually, Elle, may I ask you a few questions?” he said quietly, his tone shifting.
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Mr. Carter, what exactly do you mean by that?”
Even as I posed the question, an unsettling feeling began to creep in. Raymond and I might both be human, but we existed in vastly different spheres. I was Brad’s mate, which meant I had to publicly align myself with the interests of the Rayne family.
And Raymond’s new shopping center? It was a direct competitor to Rayne Group properties. While Brad and Raymond might collaborate in the energy sector, in retail, real estate, cosmetics, fashion, and advertising, they were fierce rivals.
So why was Raymond suddenly trying to get close to me?
I could feel my expression growing more guarded, and I sensed that Raymond noticed it too.
“Elle,” he said, a rueful smile playing at the corners of his mouth, “you seem… less than thrilled to see me.”
I took a sip of water, buying myself a moment to think, mentally cursing my own transparency. Was I really that obvious?
“Mr. Carter, I think you misunderstand,” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s just that when it comes to business matters, I really don’t know anything. If you’re hoping to gain some kind of advantage through me, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”
“No,” Raymond replied suddenly, his voice strained, tension palpable in the air. “What I want to ask isn’t about business.”
Then he said something that sent a chill racing down my spine.
“Elle, what if I told you I could help you safely leave the Rayne family? Help you get away from Brad Rayne? What would you do?”
I shot to my feet so quickly that my chair nearly toppled over, my face draining of color.
“Mr. Carter, you’re quite the jokester!” I managed to say, my voice higher than usual, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “I have to go. I have… things to do.”
Conclusion
As I stood there, the weight of Raymond’s words hung heavily in the air, a stark contrast to the lightness I had felt just moments before. The thrill of a carefree shopping trip had morphed into a tense confrontation, revealing the fragility of my newfound freedom. I had come to escape the chaos of my life, only to be confronted with an unsettling proposition that threatened to unravel everything I had come to accept. My heart raced, caught between the allure of escape and the loyalty I felt towards Brad. The warmth of Amy’s thoughtful gift clutched in my hand felt like a tether to the life I knew, a reminder that even in the midst of uncertainty, there were still moments of joy and connection worth holding onto.
As I walked away from Raymond, my mind was a turbulent sea of emotions, pulling me in conflicting directions. The excitement of the day had been overshadowed by a haunting question: what did it mean to truly be free? I realized that the journey ahead would not be solely about physical escape but also about navigating the complex web of relationships and loyalties that defined my existence. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, grounding me in the present moment. With Amy’s laughter still echoing in my ears and the delicate porcelain figurines a tangible reminder of the kindness that existed in my life, I knew that whatever lay ahead, I would face it with the strength I had cultivated through the trials of the past week. The waves of uncertainty may crash around me, but I was determined to carry my memories, both lost and found, safely to shore.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Elle and Raymond Carter escalates, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the complexities of their unexpected encounter. With Raymond’s bold proposition hanging in the air, Elle’s world is about to be rocked once again. Will she give in to the allure of freedom he offers, or will her loyalty to Brad and the Rayne family keep her anchored? The emotional stakes are set to rise as Elle grapples with her desires, fears, and the implications of Raymond’s offer.
Moreover, the dynamics of power and loyalty will be tested as Elle navigates the murky waters of her relationships. Readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions, as the allure of escape clashes with the responsibilities she feels towards her mate and the life she has built. With the shopping excursion taking a dramatic turn, the chapter is bound to explore the consequences of Elle’s choices, revealing hidden truths and perhaps even sparking new alliances. What secrets lie beneath the surface of Raymond’s intentions, and how will they impact Elle’s future? Prepare for a gripping continuation that will leave you on the edge of your seat, eager to uncover what lies ahead.
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