Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett 8 Summary In Chapter 8 of "Time Between Lost Worlds," Whitney arrives at her law firm early in the morning, feeling the pressure of the day ahead. Her assistant, Rosalie, informs her that Mr. Walton is upset about a court case mishap caused by Valerie and Frank, emphasizing the urgency for Whitney to resolve the situation. As Whitney enters the conference room, she finds Valerie and Frank defeated, while Ivan Walton's anger is palpable.

Despite the tension, Whitney remains composed and informs Ivan that the first hearing she handled went well, but his frustration with the other team members is evident. As the meeting progresses, Whitney reveals her intention to transfer her legal counsel contract with Starwave Entertainment to either Frank or Valerie, as her relationship with her ex-boyfriend, who helped her secure the contract, has ended. Ivan expresses concern about her decision but ultimately agrees to handle the handover himself.

This moment highlights Whitney's emotional turmoil, as she grapples with the loss of her relationship and the implications it has on her career, feeling that the contract is now a burden rather than an opportunity. Meanwhile, Carter, who had spent the night with Emily, wakes up late and realizes he missed his appointment with Whitney to obtain their marriage license. His frustration grows when he finds no messages from her and learns from his housekeeper that Whitney is on a business trip.

This adds to his confusion and irritation, as he reflects on the previous night and the gift he gave her, unaware of the deeper issues affecting their relationship. Whitney, on her end, sells a necklace at a consignment store, indicating her desire to move on from her past. However, her day takes a turn when she discovers a dent in her car and finds a note from the person responsible. When she calls the number, she is shocked to learn it is her Uncle Klein, leading to a moment of connection amidst her chaotic day.

The chapter closes with Whitney reluctantly agreeing to meet him, symbolizing her struggle to reconcile her past with her present. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett** **Chapter 8** Whitney set out for the law firm at the crack of dawn, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. She could feel the weight of the day ahead pressing down on her, a familiar tension coiling in her stomach. As she stepped through the office doors, Rosalie, her diligent assistant, rushed over, her eyes wide with urgency. "Whitney, you're finally here! Mr.

Walton is absolutely furious today. He's counting on you to fix the mess that Valerie and Frank made of that court case yesterday," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Whitney nodded, her heart racing as she approached the conference room door, a sense of foreboding creeping in. She knocked lightly. "Come in," a voice called from within, sharp and impatient. Pushing the door open, she was met with a sight that made her stomach drop: Valerie Garner and Frank Reese sat slumped in their chairs, looking utterly defeated.

Their manager, Ivan Walton, had a face like stone, his anger palpable in the air. "Morning, Whitney. How did the first hearing go yesterday for that guarantee contract dispute with SilverCore Capital that you were handling?" Ivan asked, his tone a mix of expectation and irritation. Taking a seat, Whitney steadied herself. "Boss, the first hearing went smoothly. The other party's client is open to a settlement," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Good. You two should really take a page out of Whitney's book.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to rely on blood pressure meds every day," Ivan snapped at Valerie and Frank. "Alright, you two can leave. Whitney, stay for a moment." Whitney inhaled deeply, her mind racing. "Boss, there's something important I want to discuss with you." Ivan, always more patient with her than with others, nodded. "Go ahead." "Since my legal counsel contract with Starwave Entertainment is ending this month, I was thinking of passing it on to either Frank or Valerie. What do you think?" she ventured, her heart pounding as she spoke.

Starwave Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Harris Group, had once felt like a golden opportunity, but now it felt like a chain around her neck. Carter, the man who had once made her feel special, had turned into a painful reminder of what had been lost. Ivan frowned, his brow furrowing in concern. "You were the one who brought Starwave in. Are you sure you want to hand it off? Whitney, are you thinking straight today?" She could sense the weight of his words. The Harris Group was a colossal opportunity, and she had once been on the inside track.

Ivan had summoned her today, hoping to forge connections with the executives at the Harris Group, a chance to elevate their firm's status. Only a select few knew about her past engagement to Carter, and outside the elite circles of Ravorport, no one had a clue about her family ties, especially that her father was the CEO of AetherTech. "Boss, I'm absolutely certain. To be honest, I only landed the contract because my ex-boyfriend pulled some strings for me.

Now that we've split, it wouldn't be right for me to remain involved," Whitney explained, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. It was the first time Ivan had realized that Whitney's boyfriend was actually connected to Starwave Entertainment. "Aren't you two supposed to be getting married soon?" he blurted out, his surprise evident. Whitney's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "But we broke up." Ivan paused, drumming his fingers on the table as he processed her words. Finally, he nodded. "Alright.

When the contract's up, I'll handle the handover myself." As Whitney wrapped up her work, she glanced at the clock and realized it was already . A wave of disappointment washed over her as she checked her phone, still devoid of any messages from Carter. 'Just as I thought,' she scoffed inwardly. 'He never took it seriously.' "Whitney, are you still going for those light meals at lunch? You're already slim enough; you don't need to worry about squeezing into a wedding dress," one of her coworkers teased, a playful glint in their eyes.

Whitney forced a smile, trying to shake off the weight of her thoughts. "No more dieting. Whatever you guys are eating, count me in." "Wow, Whit, after three months of sticking to your diet, you're finally giving up?" another coworker chimed in, laughter in their voice. "I just don't need to wear a wedding dress anymore," Whitney replied, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resolution. "Let's go. If we don't head down now, we'll be stuck waiting for the elevator again." The group exchanged puzzled looks, confusion swirling among them.

"Wait, what does she mean by not needing a wedding dress? Wasn't she supposed to be getting married at the end of the month?" they whispered among themselves, their brows knitted in concern. ***** Carter had spent the entire night deep in conversation with Emily, their words stretching into the early hours of the morning. He finally succumbed to sleep on the couch, just a few steps away from Emily's bedroom, and to his surprise, he drifted into a deeper slumber than he had in ages. When he finally stirred, the sunlight streaming through the window told him it was already noon.

A sudden realization jolted him awake: he was supposed to meet Whitney today to get their marriage license. Expecting a flurry of messages from her demanding answers, he unlocked his phone only to find it devoid of any notifications-just a couple of texts from friends. Rubbing his temples in frustration, he got up quietly, careful not to wake Emily, who was still asleep. He scribbled a quick note for her and hurried back to his villa, urgency propelling him forward. Bursting through the door, he was greeted by Linda, his housekeeper. "Mr.

Harris, you're back," she said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Where's Whitney? Is she still sleeping?" he asked, scanning the room for any sign of her. Linda hesitated, her expression uncertain. "Mrs. Harris should be on a business trip." "Another business trip? We agreed to get our marriage license today," Carter thought, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Yet, a flicker of relief washed over him. If he had stood her up again, Whitney would surely make a scene.

He tossed his coat onto the couch and asked casually, "Did she say when she'd be back?" Linda hesitated again, weighing her words carefully. Should she mention that Mrs. Harris had said she might never return? "Mr. Harris, she didn't say. Maybe you should give her a call and ask. She didn't look too happy when she left," Linda suggested, her voice cautious. Carter's mind drifted back to the previous night's events. "I gave her a gift. What could she possibly still be upset about? She didn't even bother to inform me she was leaving on a business trip.

Honestly, if anyone should be annoyed, it's me," he thought, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "Alright, I got it," Carter replied curtly, the irritation still simmering beneath his calm exterior. Linda watched as he shrugged off the situation, not even bothering to call Whitney, and she sighed to herself. "Who knows if Mr. Harris and Mrs. Harris will actually get married," she mused quietly, concern etched on her face. Meanwhile, Whitney had managed to stop by a consignment store to sell the necklace. "Miss, this piece is practically brand new.

Are you sure you want to part with it? Even if it's untouched, I can't give you the full price from the counter," the store owner said, inspecting the necklace with a critical eye. Whitney smiled, trying to mask her emotions. "Whatever you think is fair is fine by me." The owner studied the necklace, tapping on his calculator before stating, "150,000 dollars. That's the best I can offer." "Sounds good. Here's my account number," Whitney replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. "Alright.

If you bring in more brand-new pieces like this, I'll make sure to give you an even better price next time," the owner said with a grin. "Next time?" Whitney mused, a hint of irony creeping into her thoughts. Shaking her head, she replied, "No next time." The store was tucked away in a narrow alley, so Whitney parked her car outside a nearby restaurant. But as she approached her red vehicle, her heart sank at the sight of a dent in the door. A note was slipped under the wiper. *[Sorry, my driver accidentally bumped into your car.

You didn't leave an emergency contact, so please reach out when you see this.]* The handwriting was surprisingly neat, unmistakably male. Dialing the number from the note, Whitney felt her heart race. The moment the voice on the other end said "Hello," a rush of recognition hit her. "U-Uncle Klein?" she stammered, her eyes widening in disbelief. There was a brief pause before he responded, "Whitney." It seemed as if something clicked for him. "Wait, was that red car yours?" Whitney managed a helpless smile. "Yeah, but don't worry about it, Uncle Klein.

I'll just have it fixed when I take my car in for a tune-up." "I'm at Tiago Café. See the café right in front of you? Come up to the second floor," he instructed, his tone gentle. Whitney let out a nervous laugh. "Uh, Uncle Klein, just enjoy your time. I'll leave." After a moment's pause, Klein offered, "Hey, want me to come down and get you?" With a resigned sigh, Whitney replied, "I'll be right there." Conclusion In the wake of a tumultuous day, Whitney stood at a crossroads, her heart heavy with the weight of decisions made and paths chosen.

The realization that her relationship with Carter had become a tether instead of a lifeline struck her deeply, prompting her to relinquish the contract that once felt like a golden opportunity. As she navigated the complexities of her professional life, the shadows of her personal struggles loomed large, yet there was a flicker of resolve igniting within her. The laughter of her coworkers, though tinged with concern, reminded her that she was not alone in this journey; she had allies, even if they were unaware of the depths of her sorrow.

With each step away from the remnants of her past, Whitney began to embrace a future that was uncertain but filled with the possibility of self-discovery and healing. Meanwhile, Carter's realization of Whitney's absence catalyzed a moment of reckoning for him as well. The carefree confidence he had once exuded felt misplaced in the face of her departure, and the urgency of his unreturned messages was a bitter reminder of the growing chasm between them. As he grappled with his own feelings of frustration and confusion, the thought of losing Whitney became an unsettling reality.

As she grapples with the fallout from her breakup, the stakes are higher than ever, and the choices she makes could alter the course of her career and relationships. Meanwhile, Carter's frustration grows as he realizes the implications of Whitney's absence. Will he finally confront the reality of their crumbling relationship, or will he remain oblivious to the depth of her pain? The chapter is poised to explore the complexities of their bond, revealing whether Carter will take the necessary steps to mend what has been broken or if he will continue to drift away from the love they once shared.

As the narrative unfolds, readers can expect a blend of emotional revelations, unexpected encounters, and the ever-present question: Can love truly endure the trials of ambition and heartbreak? Buckle up for a rollercoaster of emotions as Whitney and Carter's paths intertwine once more, leading to choices that could redefine their futures. Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.