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Zoe Bennett clutched her folder tightly as she weaved through the morning rush on Fifth Avenue, her heels clicking anxiously against the pavement. The Manhattan air was brisk, filled with the sounds of honking cabs, hurried footsteps, and the hiss of steam rising from sidewalk grates. This was it. Her first real shot at a job since graduating from college last month. Carrington Corp. wasn’t just any company, it was one of the most powerful firms in the country. Getting in would change everything. “I just need one yes,” she whispered under her breath. “Just one.” She was halfway through the crosswalk when the light changed. A luxury black Maserati roared around the corner too fast. Before she could react, a tidal wave of gutter water splashed across her blouse, coat, and worse, her neatly printed résumé. Zoe froze, drenched and livid. The car jerked to a stop. The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a man in a dark, custom-fitted suit that screamed expensive. He was tall, immaculately groomed, and devastatingly handsome in a cold, detached sort of way. His steel-gray eyes scanned her from head to toe, stopping on the mess he’d made. “You alright?” he asked, tone clipped and entirely unapologetic. Zoe blinked. “You soaked me! And my résumé! Do I look alright to you?” His brows twitched, just barely. “It’s Manhattan. People should know better than to cross mid-change.” Her mouth dropped open. “Are you seriously blaming me?” “I’m simply pointing out the facts.” She stepped toward him, fury rising. “Well, here’s a fact: you drive like an arrogant jerk, and you owe me a dry shirt and a fresh set of documents.” He gave a dry, amused exhale. “Noted. Anything else?” Zoe scowled. “No. And I sincerely hope I never see your smug face again.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly unaffected. “The feeling’s mutual.” With that, he slid back into the driver’s seat and drove off, leaving her standing in the middle of the sidewalk wet, furious, and dangerously close to tears. Forty-five minutes later… Zoe sat in the marble lobby of Carrington Corp., hugging her coat tightly around her ruined blouse. The receptionist, a polite man with kind eyes and a name tag that read Kelvin, offered her a small smile. “Someone will be with you shortly,” he said. “First interview of the day. You’re early.” “Yeah,” she muttered, “just my luck.” She tried not to focus on how sticky her clothes felt or how wrinkled her once-pristine papers were. All she had to do was survive this interview. Keep her cool. Prove herself. The sound of the elevator dinging snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up. And her heart stopped. There he was. The same man from earlier. Same cold eyes. Same arrogant walk. But this time, surrounded by assistants and people whispering his name with reverence. “Mr. Carrington.” Zoe’s stomach dropped. Mr. Carrington?! No. No, no, no…this had to be a nightmare. Their eyes met. Recognition flickered in his expression, followed by something dangerously close to amusement. “Well, well,” he said, walking straight toward her. “You clean up well. Relatively.” Zoe stood up slowly. “You… you’re the CEO?” “I am.” She tried to respond, but the words caught in her throat. He turned to Kelvin without looking away from her. “Send her to my office. I’ll handle the interview personally.” Kelvin blinked in surprise. “Of course, sir.” Zoe’s pulse thundered in her ears. Oh God… I’m doomed.

Zoe followed behind Mr. Kelvin in stiff silence as they ascended the elevator to the top floor of Carrington Corp. Her mind raced, equal parts panic and fury. Of all the companies in New York… Of all the buildings… Why did I have to argue with the CEO himself? The elevator doors slid open into a sleek, expansive office suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in morning light. The skyline stretched endlessly behind Damian Carrington, who stood with his back to her, sipping from a black ceramic mug like he didn’t just flip her entire morning upside down. “Go ahead,” Kelvin whispered. “He’s expecting you.” Zoe took a breath and stepped inside. Damian turned slowly, as if savoring the moment. “Miss Bennett. Please, sit.” His voice was cool, unhurried. A man in control of everything, especially people like her. She sat, clutching her resume folder like a shield. “Thank you for… seeing me.” “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He set down his mug and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the edge of his desk. “So, let’s begin. Tell me, what makes you think you’re qualified to work at Carrington Corp?” Zoe cleared her throat, trying to ignore the dried coffee stain on her collar. “I graduated from NYU with a degree in communications. I interned at two media firms, helped lead campus campaigns, and…” “Excellent,” he cut in. “And what about your people skills? How do you handle difficult personalities?” Was that sarcasm in his voice? Zoe’s jaw clenched. “I try to stay professional and address conflict respectfully. Even when others don’t.” He smirked. “That’s mature of you.” The silence stretched for a moment, thick with unspoken challenge. He was enjoying this. Toying with her. She knew it and she hated how smug he looked. “Tell me,” he said, circling the desk and sitting across from her, “what would you do if your boss gave you tasks that seemed… impossible?” Zoe stared at him. “I’d figure out a way to get it done.” “Even if he was rude? Dismissive? Demanding?” “Yes.” Her voice was sharper now. “Because that’s part of the job. And I don’t scare easily.” A flicker of something unreadable passed through his expression. Interest? Respect? Annoyance? He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You’re either brave, Miss Bennett… or reckless.” “I’ve been called worse.” His lips twitched. For a second, it almost looked like a smile. “You’re hired.” Zoe blinked. “What?” “You start tomorrow. Eight a.m. sharp. My assistant will send the paperwork. Welcome to Carrington Corp.” She blinked again. “Wait…I got the job?” He stood and walked to the window, his tone neutral again. “Yes. Let’s see how long you last.” Zoe stood slowly, both dazed and suspicious. “Thank you… I guess.” As she turned to leave, his voice floated after her, low and deliberate. “Oh, and Miss Bennett?” She paused. “Next time, try not to spill coffee on your potential boss. It’s bad for first impressions.” Her cheeks burned. She didn’t respond. She just walked out with her head held high and her heart hammering in her chest.

Zoe showed up at Carrington Corp. the next morning twenty minutes early, determined to make a better second impression. She wore her cleanest white blouse, tailored gray slacks, and a pair of black pumps that pinched her toes but screamed “hire me.” Her hair was pinned neatly, and she had double-checked every document in her satchel. She wouldn’t let Damian Carrington see her flustered again. No chance. “Miss Bennett,” Mr. Kelvin greeted her with a knowing smile at the reception. “You’re early. That’s good. Mr. Carrington appreciates punctuality.” She nodded. “I appreciate jobs.” He chuckled. “You’ll be working directly outside his office. Your desk’s already set up.” As Zoe followed him through the glossy, high-tech corridors of the executive floor, she could feel eyes on her sizing her up, whispering behind hands. And then she met her. Miss Lara. A tall, red-lipped blonde in Louboutin heels and a blazer that cost more than Zoe’s entire closet. She leaned against a filing cabinet, arms folded, eyes scanning Zoe from head to toe like she was chewing her apart mentally. “You’re the new girl?” Lara said sweetly. Zoe smiled back. “Unless there’s another one hiding in a closet, yeah.” Lara gave a tight, unimpressed grin. “Cute. I’m Lara, Executive Analyst and senior assistant. If you’re smart, you’ll stick to coffee runs and try not to embarrass yourself.” Zoe tilted her head. “Thanks for the warm welcome. Anything else I should write down, or is that the full list of insults for the day?” Mr. Kelvin quickly stepped in before the tension escalated. “Miss Bennett, your desk is this way.” Zoe sat down at the minimalist white desk just outside Damian’s glass office. She could see his silhouette through the frosted pane, tall, sharp, still as a sculpture. Moments later, the office door opened. He stepped out, eyes flicking to her like he was inspecting inventory. “Morning,” he said. Zoe stood. “Good morning, Mr. Carrington.” “You’re early. I like that.” He handed her a printed list. “Start with these tasks. By noon.” Zoe scanned the list and her eyes widened. • Pick up custom-roast coffee from Grant & Bloom, three blocks away. • Review and summarize 20 pages of financial reports. • Arrange a conference call with Tokyo HQ. • Schedule three back-to-back investor meetings. • A handwritten thank-you note to a board member in Connecticut. By noon? She looked up. “This was meant for a team, right?” His expression didn’t change. “No. But I’m glad you’re asking questions. Most people just panic.” Zoe straightened. “Don’t worry. I don’t panic.” “Let’s see if that holds up.” 11:54 a.m. Zoe pushed the glass door open, nearly panting, her heels clicking fast. She had the coffee, still hot. She had the summarized reports annotated and stapled. She’d set the calls, mailed the thank-you card, and even rescheduled the Tokyo conference for 9 p.m. EST. As she placed everything neatly on Damian’s desk, he barely glanced at her. Then he picked up the coffee. Took a sip. Paused. Zoe held her breath. “I said oat milk. This is almond,” he said coolly, setting it down. Her stomach dropped. “I…oh. The barista must’ve misheard…” “No excuses, Miss Bennett. Attention to detail matters.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Understood.” He finally looked up at her, eyes unreadable. “You did better than I expected.” “Gee. Thanks.” His lips twitched. Again, that almost-smile. “You’re not going to cry?” “Nope.” “Slam the door on your way out?” “Nope.” “Curse me under your breath?” “Not yet.” He chuckled softly, then picked up the reports. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” Zoe turned and left, shoulders tense but her pride intact. Because while Damian Carrington might’ve thought he hired her to punish her… she was going to show him that she was made of more than mud stains and bad luck. She wasn’t going to fall apart. Not today.

The office was a ghost town by 7:48 p.m. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, and the skyline outside Carrington Tower glowed with a thousand windows and blinking aircraft lights. The only sounds were the distant hum of elevators and the soft tap of Zoe’s fingers on her keyboard. She hadn’t meant to stay this late. But just as she was packing up, Damian’s voice came from inside his office: “Miss Bennett, I need you to pull the quarter-three numbers from last year’s investor brief. The original file. Not the summary.” And of course, she wasn’t about to say no. So here she was, hours later, squinting at spreadsheets while her stomach growled in protest. She stood and stretched, tiptoeing toward the small break room to microwave a leftover granola bar she found in her purse. “Still here?” came a voice behind her. Zoe jumped. Damian leaned casually against the doorway, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened slightly. He looked far less CEO and far more human like this and somehow, that was even more intimidating. “You gave me extra work,” she said, holding up the snack like evidence. He glanced at the bar, smirking. “Is that dinner?” “Don’t judge me. You pay me in stress, not food.” A surprised laugh escaped him, short, but real. Zoe blinked. “Was that a laugh, Mr. Carrington?” “I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed.” “You don’t exactly give off funny guy energy.” He stepped into the break room, walking past her to pour himself a glass of water. “That’s not in my job description.” “Neither is tormenting your assistant, and yet…” she trailed off, raising a brow. Another smirk. “Most people are scared of me,” he said suddenly. Zoe looked at him. “Yeah. I figured.” “You’re not.” “No,” she replied simply. “You’re not as scary as you think. Just… prickly.” His eyes lingered on her then, something unreadable flickering behind the silver-blue. He set the glass down. Before she could say anything else, the lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then…darkness. A loud thunk echoed down the hallway. The hum of the AC vanished. Zoe stared into the shadows. “What just happened?” Damian’s voice was calm. “Power cut. Backup generator should kick in.” It didn’t. Instead, the emergency lights blinked on, dim and red. Zoe’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out and groaned. No signal. She looked at Damian. “Is this your idea of a training exercise?” He glanced around, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Elevators are offline too. Building security’s probably switching over to auxiliary systems.” “And we’re… locked in?” “For now.” Zoe stared at him. “Of course we are.” He stepped out into the hallway, and she followed. The silence was eerie. The city still buzzed outside, but inside the office, everything had stilled. “We might be here a while,” he said, checking his watch. “I hope you don’t expect me to keep working.” Damian looked at her over his shoulder. “No. But I expect you not to panic.” “I’m not panicking,” she said, crossing her arms. “Are you panicking?” He gave her a dry look. “Do I look like someone who panics?” Zoe leaned against the wall, folding her arms. “So… what do we do? Wait for a rescue team?” “We wait for maintenance. And maybe,” he said slowly, “we talk like normal people.” She raised a brow. “You? Talk like a normal person?” “I do that occasionally.” There was a pause, strangely comfortable. Zoe looked at him curiously. “So why are you like this?” “Like what?” “Cold. Untouchable. Always frowning like the world owes you something.” His eyes darkened slightly. “People disappoint. Money doesn’t.” “That’s sad.” “That’s reality.” They stood there, silence thickening between them. Then he asked quietly: “Why do you want this job so badly, Zoe?” She hesitated. No sarcasm this time. Just truth. “Because I have something to prove. To myself. To the people who think girls like me don’t belong in buildings like this. I want to make something of myself. From nothing.” Damian stared at her like he saw something he didn’t expect. A flicker of admiration. Or maybe… something else. Then the lights snapped back on with a loud buzz. Zoe let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Looks like we’re free.” Damian nodded but didn’t move. “Go home,” he said, voice lower than before. “You’ve done enough.” She didn’t thank him. She just walked past, pulse racing, feeling his eyes on her the entire time.

Zoe arrived at the office the next morning to find whispers following her like perfume. “That’s her,” someone murmured near the elevators. “Did you hear? She was locked in with him last night.” “They say she’s… close to the CEO.” Zoe kept walking, chin high, face unreadable exactly the way Tasha, her best friend, had coached her to act. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but in a place like Carrington Corp., rumors were more dangerous than facts. She settled at her desk outside Damian’s office and booted up her computer. But even as she tried to focus, she could feel Lara’s eyes drilling holes into the back of her head. Moments later, Lara sauntered over, sipping an iced coffee with an overexaggerated smile. “Rough night?” she asked sweetly. Zoe didn’t look away from her screen. “Actually, I slept great. Thanks for asking.” Lara leaned closer. “You might want to be careful, sweetheart. Girls who get too cozy with the boss usually fall harder when they get replaced.” Zoe finally looked up, her eyes sharp. “You seem awfully interested in my downfall. Should I be flattered or concerned?” Lara’s smile faltered just enough. “Just friendly advice.” “Noted. And here’s mine: try minding your own business. It’s less exhausting.” Before Lara could respond, the elevator chimed. And in walked a woman that made even Lara freeze mid-step. Vanessa Sinclair. She was perfection in a crimson designer dress and matching heels, with waves of golden hair cascading down her shoulders. Her lipstick was bold, her expression bolder, and the air around her chilled at least ten degrees. Her eyes landed on Zoe immediately. “Who is that?” she asked Mr. Kelvin, her voice smooth as velvet and just as dangerous. Mr. Kelvin cleared his throat. “That’s Zoe Bennett. Mr. Carrington’s new assistant.” Vanessa tilted her head. “Assistant, hmm?” Then, without breaking her confident stride, she walked straight past Zoe’s desk and into Damian’s office without knocking. Zoe blinked. “Do people just… walk into his office like that?” she asked Kelvin. “Only one,” he said. “That one.” Inside the office, Vanessa closed the door behind her with a sharp click. “Damian,” she purred. He looked up from his desk, eyebrows arching. “Vanessa. This is a surprise.” “Is it?” She moved closer, placing a slim hand on his desk. “You haven’t answered my texts. Or my mother’s invitation to dinner.” “I’ve been busy.” “With the help?” His eyes narrowed just slightly. “If you mean my assistant, I hired her based on skill, not pedigree.” Vanessa smiled, but her tone turned icy. “I’m sure. You know your mother won’t like this.” Damian stood, closing the file in front of him. “My mother likes power. And right now, Carrington Corp. doesn’t need another dinner party with your father’s political donors.” Her eyes flashed. “So you’re canceling the engagement?” “I never agreed to it.” She stepped closer. “You may not have. But our families did. And what they agree to… usually happens.” There was a long, tense silence. Then Damian said coldly, “I don’t make decisions based on pressure. Or gossip. And I certainly don’t owe you an explanation about who I hire.” Vanessa straightened her back. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She turned on her heel and stormed out, heels echoing like gunshots down the marble floor. And as she passed Zoe’s desk, she paused just long enough to flash a tight, elegant smile. “Nice blouse. Did they pull that from accounting’s lost-and-found?” Zoe smiled back, cool and unfazed. “Nope. I bought it. Unlike some people, I work for what I wear.” Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. But she said nothing and walked away, her perfume trailing behind her like poison in the air.

Zoe wasn’t naïve. She knew the moment Vanessa Sinclair walked into Carrington Corp., things wouldn’t be the same. What she didn’t expect was how fast the claws would come out. It started subtly. Her desk chair suddenly missing one wheel. An email mysteriously unsent though she swore she’d hit “Send.” Her name “accidentally” left out of the staff lunch invite. And her copy of the investor briefing? Replaced with a dummy file. But the final straw came when she walked into a department meeting… only to realize the presentation she had stayed up all night preparing had been swapped with a file full of errors. And it had her name on it. Damian sat at the head of the boardroom, expression unreadable as the first few slides flicked on the large screen. Confused graphs. Outdated numbers. Spelling mistakes Zoe knew she didn’t make. Whispers stirred around the long table. Zoe’s chest tightened. “I…I don’t know how this happened,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. “These aren’t the slides I uploaded.” Lara smirked from across the room. Vanessa, seated by special invitation, of course didn’t even bother to hide her amusement. Damian said nothing at first. He simply closed his tablet and stood. “Meeting’s over,” he said coolly. The room emptied faster than a fire drill. Zoe stood there, stunned. Embarrassed. Angry. She gathered her notes with trembling hands, trying not to let anyone see her face. Before she could slip out, Damian’s voice stopped her. “Miss Bennett. My office.” She followed him upstairs in silence, her heart in her throat. Once inside, the door clicked shut behind them. Damian didn’t sit. He stood near the windows, arms crossed, back to her. “That presentation,” he said, “was a disaster.” “I know. But I swear, those weren’t my slides. Someone tampered with…” “Who?” She hesitated. She had no proof. Just gut feelings, and one too many icy smiles from Vanessa and Lara. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Then don’t make accusations.” Zoe stiffened. “I’m not making excuses. I stayed up all night on this. You know I wouldn’t be that careless.” Damian turned slowly, his gaze locking onto hers. “I also know this company is full of people who want to see you fail. You’re not the first to walk into a war zone without armor.” Zoe blinked. That almost sounded like concern. “So you believe me?” His jaw clenched. “I didn’t say that.” Her eyes narrowed. “No, you didn’t. You also didn’t stand up for me in that meeting.” He stepped closer. “And what would you have preferred? That I fire someone based on instinct? “No,” she said quietly. “I just wanted to know you had my back.” The room went still. He looked at her for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then… “You have two days. Redo the report. Present it again. This time, triple-check everything.” “And if it gets tampered with again?” His voice hardened. “Then you’ll prove it.” Zoe bit her lip. “Right.” She turned to leave, her hand on the door handle. “But Zoe,” Damian said, stopping her. She turned. “I do notice when someone’s lying,” he said. “And you weren’t.” Her chest tightened, just a little. She nodded, then stepped out. Down the hallway, Vanessa leaned against a pillar, arms folded. Lara was beside her, trying not to grin. “She’s shaken,” Lara whispered. “She’s predictable,” Vanessa replied coldly. “Next time, we won’t just embarrass her. We’ll eliminate her.”

By the time Zoe got home that evening, she was exhausted but wired. The events of the day played on a loop in her mind, taunting her with every detail. She threw her heels across the room and collapsed onto the couch, pulling out her phone to call the one person who always talked her off the ledge. “Tasha, I’m gonna lose it.” Her best friend’s voice came through the speaker, calm but fierce. “Tell me who to fight and where to meet them.” Zoe let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “The presentation was sabotaged. In front of everyone. I was humiliated.” “And you’re sure someone switched it?” “Positive. I checked it five times last night. The file they used was a butchered mess.” “Then someone’s setting you up, Zo. You need to find proof. Don’t just defend, expose.” Zoe’s eyes narrowed. “You’re right. No more playing nice.” Tasha’s voice softened. “And if Carrington doesn’t believe you…” Zoe’s silence said everything. The next morning… Zoe arrived earlier than usual. She didn’t greet anyone. Didn’t smile. She went straight to her desk and got to work. This time, she backed up everything she touched, twice. Email logs. File versions. External drive backups. She even set up an auto-recording macro to track every change made on her terminal. If someone tried to mess with her again, she’d catch them red-handed. Halfway through her prep, a soft knock sounded on her desk. It was Mr. Kelvin. “Hey,” he said gently, glancing around before lowering his voice. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything. But I saw Lara printing documents from your file folder yesterday afternoon. Said Mr. Carrington requested them.” Zoe’s stomach dropped. “He didn’t.” Kelvin nodded. “Thought so. I checked the request ID later, it was a dummy tag. Someone’s trying to frame you.” Zoe sat back in her chair, fists clenched. “Why are you telling me this?” Kelvin shrugged. “Because you don’t deserve what’s happening. And you’re the first assistant that hasn’t looked down on me.” Zoe smiled, warmth breaking through the cold. “Thank you.” He leaned in one last time. “If you want to catch them, check the print logs on Floor 11. Security archives everything. Even sneak jobs.” Later that day, Zoe rode the elevator up to Floor 11 like a woman on a mission. She passed HR, rounded the corner, and slipped into the printing hub. Ten minutes. That’s all it took. She found Lara’s login ID stamped on a document batch matching her presentation file dated the day before the meeting. Bingo. She copied the log file onto a USB drive and tucked it into her coat. That evening, Zoe entered Damian’s office unannounced. He looked up from his laptop, surprised. “I have proof,” she said, walking straight to his desk. “Of?” “My presentation was sabotaged. And it wasn’t a mistake.” She plugged in the USB and opened the files showing timestamps, document trails, and Lara’s user ID. Damian leaned in, silent as he scrolled through the evidence. His brows drew together, and his jaw tightened. When he looked up at her, the cold mask had cracked. “You really went through all this trouble?” “I had to,” she said simply. “Because I knew no one else would believe me.” His gaze lingered on her longer than it should have. “You’re impressive when you’re angry.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flirt with me when I’m holding receipts.” That earned a rare, honest chuckle. “Don’t worry,” he said, straightening. “I’ll handle this.” Zoe nodded and turned to leave, but his voice stopped her. “Zoe.” She turned. His eyes softened, just a little. “You’ve got more grit than most people on this floor.” For once, she didn’t deflect. “Thanks,” she said quietly. “And I’m not done yet.” Meanwhile… Vanessa stood in Lara’s apartment, sipping red wine as Lara paced anxiously. “I told you it would work,” Lara said. “But that girl’s like a cockroach. She keeps coming back.” Vanessa’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Then we’ll just step on her harder.” She turned toward the window, her reflection glowing against the glass. “Let’s see how Damian reacts when he finds out she’s not as innocent as she seems.”

The next morning, tension hummed through the walls of Carrington Corp. Damian stood at the center of the executive conference room, arms folded, his eyes locked on Lara who suddenly looked much smaller than her usual high-heeled confidence. “You accessed a file from my assistant’s drive,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Without permission.” Lara cleared her throat. “I…I thought you asked me to…” “I didn’t,” he cut in. “And forging a system request? That’s a serious offense.” “Sir, I swear, it was just a misunderstanding…” He raised a hand, and the room fell silent. “This is a multi-billion-dollar firm, not a playground. You don’t get to sabotage people here and expect a promotion.” Lara’s face flushed with humiliation, her lip trembling. “I trusted you,” Damian continued, voice clipped. “But clearly, that trust was misplaced.” Then he turned to Zoe, who stood quietly at the edge of the room. “Miss Bennett. You were right to defend yourself. I apologize for doubting you.” Zoe blinked. The room was silent. Did Damian Carrington just say the word apologize? Lara stormed out, heels clacking like gunfire on the polished floor. Zoe looked at Damian. “Thank you.” He gave a single nod. “We’re not finished.” Later that day Zoe sat in the break room with a glass of water, finally letting herself breathe for the first time in days. She felt like she’d won a battle. But just as she reached for her phone, a notification popped up. A message from an unknown number: “Sloppy girls get sloppy endings. You won’t survive the next round.” Her heart sank. Zoe didn’t need three guesses to know who sent it. Meanwhile, across Manhattan… Vanessa sat at an exclusive salon, a glass of champagne in hand, as a tablet sat open in front of her. On screen was a series of photos grainy, but clear enough. Zoe. Damian. In the elevator. Talking. Smiling. His hand brushing her shoulder. Vanessa tapped a folder labeled “CONFIDENTIAL” and opened a document with Zoe’s personal records, old college reports, social media screenshots, and even images from her previous internships. A thin smile spread across her lips. “You want war?” she whispered to herself. “Let’s see how the world reacts when they think you slept your way into a job.” She sent the email draft to her PR contact with a click. Subject line: “Leaked: Carrington CEO’s New Flame — Ex-Intern with a History of ‘Climbing’ Her Way Up.” Back at Carrington Corp., Zoe walked out of the elevator into sudden silence. Eyes were on her. Phones were out. A few people stared at their screens and quickly looked away when she passed. Her stomach churned. She reached her desk and froze. An envelope lay there. No name. Just a single printed sheet inside. She opened it with trembling hands. It was the email leak. With her name. Her face. And the headline: “Sleeping Her Way to the Top?” Zoe’s knees buckled slightly as she sat down, breath shallow. Then… Damian’s door opened. He held a tablet in his hand. His jaw was tight. His eyes unreadable. “Zoe,” he said. “Come in. Now.”

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I gasped as he pulled out his fingers, subtly positioning himself between my legs as his smoldering eyes pinned me down, the tip of his manhood hovered inches away teasing me. “This is wrong…” I whispered, shamefully turning my head to the side of the pillow, “…I am your step-mom…your father will–” “Don’t think about that man now…” he cooed as he slowly slid and destroyed the uncrossed boundary between us. ••••••••••••••• The doctor handed me a white envelope holding the pregnancy results, his face solemn and neutral. Yet I gulped nervously, already knowing what to expect. “I’ve grown five extra gray hairs waiting for you, are you planning to open the envelope sometime today?” My mother-in-law who sat next to me sneered sarcastically. I sighed inwardly, brushed my finger over the crisp piece of paper as I extracted its content. Negative Beatrice clutched her leather purse, standing up in a flurry of annoyance”What was even expecting?” she scoffed, “disappointing everyone is the only thing you are good at, other than being a barren husk,” the doctor hardly even blinked, it broke something inside of me to know that a practical stranger was so familiar with my degradement that he’d become desensitized in the process. I followed Beatrice from behind, head bowed as she continued the parade of shame through the halls of the hospital, several eyes turned towards us as she called me every name under the sun. I’d trained myself to swallow her insults like water, keep my head weekly, bow my lips tight holding back any retort. And for some reason. This irritated her even more. We got to the elevator, and I walked ahead to press the button like a helpful little servant. She made sure to give me an unnecessary shove as she walked past, then when I tried to follow in after her she held up her purse like a barrier. “Use the stairs; it wouldn’t hurt to burn off all that extra fat once in a while. ” The doors closed just in time to hide my burning tears, which pooled in the corner of my eyes. Quickly, I wiped them off with the back of my hand. The last thing I needed right now was another reason for people to stare at me. I ran down the stairs in a blaze, aware that my mother-in-law would probably drive off if I wasn’t in front of her within the next 7 minutes. By the time I reached the parking lot I was sweating, my clothes stuck to my body in an icky manner, she didn’t even have the decency to hide her smile of satisfaction when she saw me laboring my way towards her. Every month I had to endure this humiliation. She would drag me to the hospital, with or without any symptoms of pregnancy. Get me tested only to make a fool out of me. She did it without fail every single month. I was sick of it. But I couldn’t dare complain. My husband loved his mother with a passion, if she needed me to jump his only response would be; “How high?” She looked at me from the crown of my head to the tip of my toes, dragging her demeaning eyes across my frame with a scowl of disapproval. “Just looking at you is an eyesore, I don’t even know why my son stays married to you,” She looked at me, waiting for a rebuttal. Anything that would make her treat me more poorly, but I kept the mask on my face neutral and unmoved, knowing that was the only way I could get back at her–depriving her of the sick satisfaction that she got from tormenting me. More wrinkles formed on her face, I could see the Rusty wheels in her head thinking of the next insult she went through then her expression cooled and unraveled on her lipstick-slathered lips. “Maybe this is why my son cheats on you, at least he can have some fun outside to be able to tolerate coming back to you again,” My chest tightened, and I almost faltered but I held on to my mask. She always hinted at my husband having ‘fun’ beyond the confines of our matrimonial bed but I never paid her much heed. I planned to do the same today, then she brushed forward grabbing my arm which had no fingers so I couldn’t escape. Holding me in a vice grip that was impressive for somebody in their 60s then she whispered in my ear. “Golden cove hotel, room 102,” she backed away that devious smile never falling, “go there if you want to know the truth,” She clicked open her purse and fished out some ruffled Dolan bills, tossing them on the ground like she was handing them to a beggar. “This should be enough to get you there,” She said, openly relishing in my misery. She got in her car as I remained transfixed to the spot, I only broke out of it as she left the spot from her car splattering on my face and dispersing around. Slowly, almost as if I was reaching for a bomb I bent down to pick up the bills. My heart told me to ignore Beatrice, she was a sad pathetic woman who had never known happiness in her six decades of existence and chose to pick on me because my husband, Elliot Winter, looked the other way. He’d always apologize after days like these, He’d buy me flowers and tell me that this was just the way his mother was. I put up with it because I love him, and in her own checkered way, she loved him too. I squeezed the money into my hand, heading towards the road to swing down a cab. “Where are you heading?” The driver tossed the question at me just as I was getting comfortable in the back seat, two choices were in front of me right now, I could easily tell him to take me back to the Winter mansion, where I would live the rest of my day in oblivion and blissful ignorance. And whenever Elliot gets back you’ll have under his arm a cliché bouquet of roses. He’d ask me about my day and apologize for his mother. I would accept the flowers and suppress the feelings of inadequacy and shame that I had endured all day. “Ma?” The cab driver called out. I took a deep breath. “Golden Cove,”

Michelle’s pov By the time I reached Golden Cove’s lobby, I was already second-guessing myself. This could easily be Beatrice pulling a prank, but every time my resolve threatened to dissolve into emptiness Then I reminded myself yet again that I was not here because I took my annoying mother-in-law’s words to heart. I’ve had a suspicion for months now. Maybe even years. He’d changed. Not overnight, it happened gradually… Like water trickling out of a broken vessel. He stopped kissing me good morning and stopped asking how my night went. There was no more breakfast in bed. Yeah, it started from the little things. Then slowly, it was him forgetting my big occasions, raising his voice at me, coming back home from the office while pretending he didn’t smell like booze, women’s perfume, and bad decisions. We had several conversations–some of them arguments–I told him I wanted to go back to the time when he loved me and showed it. I missed the man that I met working afternoon shifts at the coffee shop when I was eighteen. He showed up every day by eleven, he’d make the same order–black coffee and a chocolate muffin-his eyes never left me while he was there, and I’d often come over to see his cup at least still half full. His subtle way of telling me that he was coming here for more than just the coffee. One sunny afternoon I got courageous and I did something out of character. I wrote my number on a tissue, pressed my lips on it, and shyly handed it over to him along with his coffee. He finished his coffee that day. I was worried, thinking things would get awkward between us all or he would never show up again. He was well-groomed and put together but anyone with a working pair of eyes could tell that there was a huge age gap between us, how big it was was what I didn’t know. He didn’t show up for a week afterwards. That week was torture, I’d lift my head every time the bell at the entrance dinged. My heart was sleeping with hope, only for it to come crashing down when it was just another random customer. Soon my expectation began to wane, and I was beginning to accept that maybe I had ruined a good thing before it could even start. That night, I was getting ready for bed and also to put my one-sided feelings to rest. That was when I got his text at 10:00 ‘You up?” Those two words changed the trajectory of my life. Regular texts with him became the highlight of every day for me, it made endless shifts bearable, even the bruises I got from my drunk Dad hardly hurt that much when his name lit up my phone. We got to talking more intimately after a while. He was going to be forty in a month or so. He asked if that bothered me. I’ll admit, at first it did, but he always told me that I was so mature for my age and I wasn’t like other reckless 18-year-olds. It made me feel good, like I was no longer the little girl who was getting beaten down and humiliated every day by her own father. Our relationship progressed and after going through some struggles he popped the question and I was more than happy to say yes. I lived like a princess in the first years of our marriage, waited on hand and foot. Back then when the results came back negative, he’d book me a vacation to unwind. If I had a headache he would leave his million-dollar company just to remain by my side and cuddle me all day. He showed me off like a trophy, a prize he was happy and lucky to win. Back then even if his mom disapproved of me she never tried anything funny. Now things were clearly different. And I wanted to know why. Why did he never look at me with the same loving affection as he used to do in the past why was I suddenly no longer welcome? Why were all those grandiose acts of love in the past? And when I reached room 102 I saw it. Or rather on the carpeted hallway. Elliot, my husband, my first and only love had his hand intimately wrapped around another woman’s waist. He whispered something in her ear, and she laughed way too loudly, leaning towards him with a broad smile. When they got closer I noticed that the woman was not a stranger, beyond the hair extensions, makeup up and designer clothes I recognized her. Natasha Grey A college dropout who was my cleaner a couple of months back, I paid her extra because she was friendly and bubbly. I didn’t have any friends anymore because none of them supported my relationship with Elliot so I cut them off. Maybe I should have listened. Natasha had quit a few weeks back, told me that she was going back to college. But from the looks of things she had already graduated from the uni of home wrecking. They were so absorbed in each other that they didn’t even notice me until we were about 10 ft apart, that was when Natasha saw me, she didn’t look ashamed. Not one bit, in fact she cozied herself closer to my husband, a triumphant smirk plastered on her face. How could they?! “Michelle?” Elliot called out confusion clouding his tone.”What are you doing here?” “Is that all you have to say to me?” I said as the tears started pouring down my face, there he stood with an apology not even an explanation. Just asking that ridiculous question like I was the one who had been caught cheating. The anger didn’t allow me to think I marched over to him and slapped him right across the face. “B*sterd!” I hissed then turned to leave rushing into the empty elevator before I could completely shatter.

Michelle’s pov “I hope you don’t get offended by this, but I thought he was your father… Not your husband… At least he looks old enough to be…” I chuckled, “He’s actually older than my father,” This was a conversation I’ve had more times than I’ve cared to count, the experience was always more or less the same. There would always be a noticeable shift in the air, their faces contorted with more questions that were looking for the most appropriate ways to leave their lips, and a thickening awkwardness that usually folded up the interaction. But when I talked with Natasha, she didn’t judge me. Instead, she approached it with the understanding that I had salt from my friends before cutting them off. Now as I’m crying out my heart, all the pieces are falling into place. She had come to understand me. But not in the way I hoped. She went after Elliot. And he actually took her as his lover. My mind was scrambled with different questions. How long have they been having an affair? Why would he do this to me? After 5 years of love and dedication was this water deserved? I recalled the look on his face, the absence of any semblance of guilt or remorse. This was the catalyst to my rage. I decided that I wasn’t going to cry myself to sleep tonight. At least not in the way Elliot would be expecting. With my phone in hand, I dial the number that I hadn’t contacted directly in years. “Michelle..” his deep voice caressed my name in such a way that it left me breathless for a moment or two. I gathered myself, 30 in my voice to give a response; ‘”I need you tonight” “I’ll be there,” that was it, no questions no begging, all he needed was to hear the urgency in my voice and he was coming. I blinked and recognized his red sports car in Golden Cove’s parking lot. I had only been waiting for about 5 minutes or so, when he stepped out of the car I saw him, standing taller than his father. His hair an aesthetic mess, his suit ruffled, instead of his measured strides he walked so quickly his feet hardly had time to touch the ground before leaving it once again. He reached me, and a flush of subconsciousness ran across my entire being. Here he was standing before me as effortlessly perfect as always without even trying while I looked like I had been run over. My hair was in its easy-to-go-messy bun, worn-out clothes sticky with sweat and tears and I’d lost weight recently too. I thought he’d be disgusted, couldn’t even blame him if he was. Instead, he pulled aside a fallen strand of hair from the side of my face, his eyes burning with pure fury. “Did that b*stard do this to you?” I chuckled derisively even though there was nothing funny to be chuckling about, or maybe I was wrong about that just like how I was wrong about many other things. There was a big joke that deserved to be laughed at. ME I pushed everyone away to be with a man who was twice my age, thinking he was mature and would love me in a way a new guy around my own age could, I assumed that he was loving and mature. But once he knew that he had captured me, that my whole world now revolved around him and nobody else he probably got bored. That’s why he’s been creating this gap between us, a line that couldn’t be crossed. That was why he didn’t mind his mother humiliating me. Why would he? I was mainly a remnant of a past he was probably dying to forget all about. And now with nobody to call, the only person I could lean on was my Stepson. Hayden Winter. I kept laughing until it turned into heated he has again, he embraced me, his huge arms enveloping me into his warmth and musky cologne. He let me cry until I was tired and red-eyed. Then it took me to his car and drove to his Villa on the outskirts of the city. He pressured me into taking a bath, saying I’d feel better afterwards. I resisted for a bit, then stepped under the shower of his spare bedroom, letting the rushing water take care of the grime, sweat, and tears. I stepped out, admittingly feeling physically lighter with a towel wrapped up to my chest. My relief quickly came to an abrupt pause when I remembered that I had no clothes to wear, I was thinking about that when a knock came on the door, followed by Hayden’s voice. “Hey, Michelle, are you out of the shower yet, I have something for you,” My heart was beating so fast I was sure it was ready to explode inside my chest, it was one thing to call him in the heat of the moment and now that I had cooled down I was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe this was a bad idea? Hayden and Elliot never saw eye to eye, he was also one of the biggest opponents against our marriage. I don’t even know what possessed me to call him, perhaps it was the desperation rather than despair that made me dial his number but now that I had come to down I was beginning to rethink my decision. “Come in…” No matter what he helped me out when there was no one else to turn to so I should at least give him the benefit of the doubt for now. He came in, his eyes finding me in an instant and a smile warming up his face. He had a large black shirt draped across his arm. “Here, this is one of my smaller shirts,”

Hayden’s pov Calm down. Calm down… She’s here. She’s here in my Villa. Is this a dream? If so I’d like to sleep for a little more. I sizzle coming from the frypan was merely background noise compared to the chaos in my head. There was a blend of emotions battling for dominance in my mind; anger, excitement, worry, curiosity, and more. Some of them were directed at her and the rest at my sperm donor. He never even deserved someone like her. Then he dared to go around sleeping. I was at war with myself every day, resisting the urge to just grab my car keys and drive over to take her from right under his nose. His affairs were more or less like an open secret, and Golden Cove was his usual spot for his disgusting extramarital affairs. I thought she already knew about it, and just nipped it in the corner of her mind without thinking about it I wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to gaslight her into thinking it was her fault he was cheating and to accept it. “Hayden?” A tingle ran down my back hearing my name from her plump lips, her voice ever calming like light ocean waves. I mentally cemented myself to be unmoved when I turned around and almost immediately failed. I’d given her one of my smaller shirts that stopped fitting right after I hit the gym. It inhaled her inside, stopping at her hips. I’d also given her some briefs I’d ordered online that ended up arriving in the wrong smaller size. I was pissed off back then but now I’m almost grateful for their callous mistake. I thought the day she’d wear my shirt would remain in my shirt would only remain in my dreams… no, Hayden, bad Hayden! Not now… that’s not what she needs right now. “Take a seat,”  I said gesturing to the bar stool placed in front of the kitchen Island. It was physically painful to watch her move, each motion was unbearably slow and while they were brief, she’d pause as well. I’m sure she wasn’t even aware that she was doing it, my body had probably grown accustomed to that after all the stress Elliot put it through. If I didn’t need to be here right now I would have driven back to Golden Cove and done something that would have landed me in a mugshot tomorrow. “Is there something on my face?” The question shot at me unexpectedly, my face warmed up and I snapped my attention back to the noodles I was cooking. “No, why would there be?” Should I tell her that she’s lost weight? No, maybe that would be body shaming… What if I just casually say it? I ended up saying nothing, I served her a helping of the stir-fry instant ramen with vegetables and sunny side egg and she gawked at me like I just found the final clue to solving world hunger. “This is too much…” She said her tone wrapped in embarrassment, “I don’t deserve all this…” I never knew that I could feel such an intense mixture of rage and sadness at the same time. She deserved the world and yet looks like she was about to break down over instant ramen. So much hard to changed about her since the first time I met her. Too much. I can’t forget the way her eyes sparkled like they had stolen the stars and hidden them behind those hazel orbs. Back then she was plump and skipped about with reckless abandon. From the moment I saw her, I knew she didn’t belong with a scheming wretch like Elliot. Elliot had invited me to join them for dinner at his home, normally it was hard for me to ingest food knowing that his face was going to be at the other side of the table. But we had some business to discuss that day, and he hadn’t stopped talking about his new catch for weeks. It made my stomach twist just thinking about it. There are very few things in this world that are more discomforting than knowing your father’s ‘girlfriend’ was around the same age as you, pure, undiluted revulsion would mix up in my stomach just watching him mess around with them. That night, she was the one who answered the doorbell. I was doom scrolling through my phone, when her voice thrown up an octave entered my ears. It remains the most musical thing I have heard to date. “Hayden, right?” I couldn’t speak for 10 solid seconds when I saw her, time slowed down and my phone nearly slipped from my fingers. Then everything was bleak and dark again when my father showed up from behind, gingerly wrapping his hand like a snake across her waist. I watched it as my gaze sent invisible lasers at his spiteful touch. “Welcome, Son,” he said in that grating voice of his, squeezing her even tighter. My knuckles formed as I subconsciously knew what he was doing, he was drawing a line while showcasing a fresh catch. I never had any problem with getting women, in fact the way the ones falling out of my feet even when I lacked interest. Despite being partially aware of that, Elliot had this one-sided competition going on for years. Showing me that at his big age, he was able to get girls around mine, he was so proud of himself that I’d shifted between pity and disgust just looking at him. But that’s night I experienced something with Michelle, it was utterly different from the revulsion I was used to, no it was the complete opposite. I was on edge for the entire dinner, and when I went to my apartment that I lived in at the time I tried to push her away from my mind and also the anger that came from thinking about her in my father’s arms.

Michelle’s Pov Hayden, my stepson, was perfectly still for far too long. He must be really upset that after going through all the trouble of making me this meal the only thing I could do was refuse to reciprocate his efforts, the words were already out the only thing I could do now was apologize and hope he accepted it and let me eat. “I’m sorry, Hayden…I didn’t–” “Just eat,” I think he’s annoyed with me, but at least he’s letting me eat. I forgot all shame for a second and started wolfing down the food. His eyes were burning down the side of my face but my mouth was moving and I didn’t want to stop nor did my chopsticks which he had laid beside the plate of food. All the flavors exploded in my mouth sending the right signals to my brain, it’s tasted so good that I moaned with relish. “Hmg” Hayden grunted, suddenly turning around while taking deep breaths. I flushed, he must have figured out how hungry I was. The truth was, for the past several weeks, Beatrice had taken it upon herself to harshly police every single thing I ate, scrutinizing my diet with relentless criticism. “This is exactly why you’re fat like a pig and can’t get pregnant, it’s because of all this nonsense that you’re inhaling into your body. I won’t look away anymore,” she had always complained that I ate too much and I could be more slim, more slender. I always knew I was on the chubbier side, it was an insecurity that I had battled and temporarily won in the past. That was until my mother-in-law showed up and started planting those uprooted insecurities again. Before she wouldn’t dare say such words to me, at least not without heavily sugar coating it. Back then when Elliot still cared about me he would immediately shut his mother down no matter how sugar-coated her words were. He wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect towards me. Now.. I had tried to push those awful thoughts away, and while I was eating and quenching my hunger for the first time in weeks I was able to distract myself but as soon as the plate was empty my eyes were filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” I apologized to Hayden. “Don’t apologize,” he said taking the plates away and taking care of them in the sink. “Why did you come?” I asked, so many things confused me right now, and at the forefront of them was his sudden hospitality. From what I knew, he didn’t like me one bit. In fact, the first night we met he was just staring at me like they snuck me into the planet, and when he was not staring he was shooting daggers with his eyes. I could already guess what he was thinking. There was a strong chance he assumed I was nothing more than a shallow gold digger, clinging to his father’s wealth and status, and that my presence in their lives had little to do with love and everything to do with money. But the truth back then was that I loved Elliot. And that’s exactly why his betrayal cuts so deep. While I still stayed under my father’s roof working multiple jobs, there was something that kept me going even before I met Elliot. My dream of go to college. My major would be in Engineering. I was a straight-A student, already scouting around for scholarships. Then I fell in love and that dream went down the pipeline. Now I regret it deeply. “Your father…has another woman,” I said quietly, I don’t know why I confessed something so humiliating to him maybe because it was burning me from inside and I needed a way to let it out before I exploded so I just told him. Hayden kept washing the dishes without pause and replied; “I already knew,” His reply struck me with the force of a slap, sharp and stinging. Heart pounding, I pushed myself off the barstool and deliberately approached him, each step heavier than the last. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?” The question shot out like an accusation, “.. if I knew…” “If you knew… What would you have done?” He faced me after putting the dishes aside. “You have already been tolerating so much from Elliot I assumed that this was just another thing you had to learn to put up with as well,” Shame overwhelmed me then came this undescribable urge to defend that man. “I haven’t spoken to him yet, I left before he could say anything… Maybe this was just a one-time thing and–” “See? This is exactly what I meant…” He leaned in closer and before I knew it my back was pressed against the counter and he hovered over me like it was a dark tower. “He’s not even said anything yet, and here you’re building up a case in your mind to defend him. Gosh, I’m really trying to help you, but if I’m being honest you’re not making it easy,” He placed his hands at my sides, effectively trapping me between his rippling muscles as he leaned closer enough that his musk swam unfiltered into my nostrils and his heated breath brushed at my neck. Goosebumps ran across my whole body as I rubbed my thighs together. “Step back, please  ..” I was supposed to yell but instead it came out as a whisper, my breathing became uneven. He was about to do just that, then I remembered Elliot and Natasha laughing and giggling together, disregarding my feelings…the sadness gave way to the anger. I had to get back at him. No matter what other way I felt, I’d show him that it took two to tango. I grabbed Hayden by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. I stopped when our lips were a millimetre apart, heated breaths intermingling. His eyes flashed with a look I didn’t recognize, I got cold feet and was ready to pull away when he grabbed me by my waist, lifting me for his lips to embrace mine.

Michelle’s pov His kiss filled me with a need I couldn’t describe, carving out a desire I had long since buried within myself trapped within the confines of my heart because it was something that Elliot could never fulfill, not like here but went out of his way to do so. Hayden pulled it out of me as his lips ravaged mine until I was out of breath and my face was flushed with color our eyes met questioning pleading for more, my heart was slamming against my ribs the bits of common sense that remained in my mind told me that this was wrong but before I blinked our lips met again like the opposite sides of a magnet a reached down his hand touching my thigh and going higher. If I didn’t stop him now…then.. The thought only remained in my mind but did not go past my lips, didn’t even get the chance as his tongue pryed through, entangling itself with mine our saliva mixed into a cocktail of deeper need his hand rose higher more defiant. Now my heart was beating so loudly I was half sure he could hear it he pulled me up plopping me on the counter without breaking the kiss. His other hand pressed more firmly to my lower back so that I was still pulled towards him. I reached my fingers around his neck, accidentally grabbing his hair and yanking on it. I was just about to apologize when he leaned towards me shivering, and moaned softly into my mouth. “Please…” He was begging not asking, “…do that again,” I was skeptical and a little freaked out by what I just learnt about Hayden, but still I complied holding a fistful of his hair and pulling on it. “Ugh…” It took his hand from my back and grabbed my other leg instinctively I rubbed them around his hips, our bodies were now glued together as we explored each other’s mouths his tongue licking at every crevice in my mind. I was so distracted by his kisses that I only came back to reality as he stood at the foot of the bed then dropped me on the king-sized bed. It was soft like lying on a cloud. I was catching my breath when I saw the threatening tent in Hayden’s pants, I gulped, my mouth already felt dry on account of his tongue. Watching the bound in his pants grow was both exciting and scary at the same time. “That looks like it hurts,” I said unable to take my eyes away.”How much bigger are you going to get?” He smirked.. “Don’t tell me, my old man isn’t at least this size?” I blushed. Elliott has been my first and only, there was no other real-life experience to compare if he was above or below average. But I always liked to assume that he was at least average. Or maybe it was his son who was the weird one. His mention of his dad gave me another dose of doubt, what if I ended up regretting this? We had already made out… Was there really any backing out now? He took off his pants leaving just his stretched briefs ot on the bed walking on all fours then trapping me between his hands again as he hovered over me. “Are you wondering if it’ll fit?” I hesitated. “I’m just wondering if we’re doing the right thing…” He chuckled. “We’re not,” ••••••• His tongue was lapping all the juices that was flowing out of my folds, each flashy whip from that lethal tongue of his sent me crashing into a wave of pleasure, then a tsunami began to build up my legs trembled raising higher and higher by themselves like they were trying to touch the roof then I reached my peak exploding with a mix of intense guilt and satisfaction. Except there was more satisfaction than guilt. I was embarrassed to admit that even to myself, after giving his still clothed member one more passing look I slipped off the bed and straightened my clothes. I ignored how my legs were still wobbling like jelly. Hayden’s eyes were watching me burning from his own unquenched desire, he got off the bed too. “Are you just going to leave like that?” He helped me from behind wrapping his hands around my waist and sliding his member between my butt cheeks lifting the hem of my dress until the only thing between us and direct contact was the soaked cotton of our underwear. I was getting moist and needy again, part of me wanted to dig my tongue into his throat once more and pull him towards the bed to have him go all the way with me but as the mist of pleasure was beginning to clear up guilt took its chance and snuck in. This was wrong… Even if I wanted to get back at his father, using my stepson to do that was just plain wrong. I untangled his hands from around my waist, peeling myself away from him before turning around and letting our eyes make contact. His own eyes had darkened with want. I had to admit that even if I wasn’t going to give in to him he was still making it as hard as possible to resist. All these years as my bedroom life with Elliot became more stale and predictable, I never once pointed an accusing finger towards him. In my mind, I was the one at fault. I thought that there was something wrong with me because Elliot had never scratched the surface of what Hayden made me feel tonight. “I’ll sleep on the couch,” I said offering no other explanation until I got to the door and paused as my fingers encircled the handle. “Let’s just pretend like tonight never happened,” “Can you?” He asked me his voice tight. I did answer, just pulled the door open, and left before I changed my mind and made another mistake.

I woke up the next morning all groggy with a headache that threatened to split my skull in two. My arms instinctively reached for Elliot like they had done for years, only to hang awkwardly midair. Slowly, I peeled my eyelids open, allowing the artificial light from the bulb above my head to filter in the image of my surroundings as I became more conscious. As soon as I sat down memories from last night flooded my mind, and blood furiously ran through my cheeks. How could I? And of all people… Hayden, my stepson? With clarity came the oppressive weight of shame. Quickly, I steadied myself on my feet, ready to flee, when I recalled that I didn’t even have a penny stuck on me. How do I get home? I wracked through my head for an answer when a smooth heated breath brushed the back of my ears, “Good morning,” I leaped away like I had been electrocuted, and clasped my ear like it was on fire. It was Hayden. Hayden… My stepson is in nothing but sweatpants and a tight shirt that clung to every firm muscle. My cheeks were hotter but I managed to ramble a response. “Good morning… How was your night?” I said the first thing that came to mind and instantly wanted to face palm myself, really? “It was all right really, took a long cold shower,” he said, and kept my eyes through every word. I blushed and looked away, unable to retort. I awaited the insults. He’d probably call me a nasty tease who got him pent up just to leave him on edge. “Are you a fan of pancakes?” He inquired, he’d subtly moved closer, “not a brag but I’m a really good cook.” At first I was too shocked to speak, where was the beration? The insults that cut like knives? Wasn’t he angry after what happened last night between us? I opened my mouth to speak and what came out was out of reflex, “Sorry, I’m not allowed to have pancakes,” Instantly my face reddened up, I was like a child repeating the words of my parent. “Are you allergic to flour or something?” It did not even cross his mind to ask if it was because I wasn’t permitted to eat pancakes or anything of the like. I guess that’s just how abnormal my situation is. “Oh, it’s nothing… I just like having a light breakfast,” What was I supposed to tell him? That my diet was monitored by my husband and his mother? That I had weekly weight checks to see if I was getting too ‘fat’. Should I reveal that I wasn’t allowed to so much as look at a pancake much less eat one? Back then I had been too naive to question it, both of them were decades older than me so of course I thought they would know better. And Elliot… He was my husband, the man who claimed to love me. I never thought that he would once lead me astray. Thankfully all hidden did was give me a concerned look but he prepared pancakes for himself and a fruit platter for me, he was even thoughtful enough to cut the fruit. I felt embarrassed but there was already too much between the two of us to break with silence. “Do you need help finding a lawyer?” He said, his eyes now narrowing down on the first apple he picked. “I can recommend a good one for you,” I fidgeted with my fingers. “What would I need a lawyer for?” He gave me the most curious look. “Last I checked, that’s usually the first step to getting a divorce,” Divorce. Just hearing the words made me shiver. “Will I have to divorce him?” I asked, voice shaking. Hayden stopped peeling the apple abruptly. “That depends, are you ready to leave the hard life of a woman who loves a cheater? Trust me it’s never easy on them,” I thought about his words deeply, the wound was still fresh and deep in my heart. The logical thing was to call a divorce lawyer and sever all ties with Elliot ASAP. But some things were easier said than done. My marriage with Elliot had always been like a rocky boat most times, but beyond that boat was an even more unstable and unexplored sea. With Elliot, I knew exactly what to expect and how to deal with it. I stopped discovering myself at 18 on started being Mrs Winter. That was the entirety of my person, my identity… If I left him now, who would I be anymore? “I need time,” I said almost like a whisper. For sure this time he will yell at me and call me indecisive, and I wouldn’t even have the right to blame him I closed my eyes and waited for the rain of insults to come pouring in. Nothing. The next thing I heard was a screeching over the surface of the counter until it reached me. Cautiously I opened my eyes staring down at the aesthetic arrangement of fruits. “Bon appétit,” he said with a smile before going to prepare his own breakfast. “Were you always this nice?” I asked thinking. “Maybe…” He said vaguely as he cracked the eggs into a glass bowl, “… You’ll just have to get to know me to know,” I bit into the apple, with no response. Last night was already big enough of a mistake. If I had not managed to pull myself together at the last minute, I would have done something that both of us would end up regretting in the long run. Even now as I was trying to remain casual around him, I no longer saw him as my husband’s son. He was a man in my eyes now, radiating raw masculine energy that made me yearn for things that I wouldn’t dare utter. I shouldn’t drag him into my messed-up world. Not now and not ever.

Michelle’s pov Hayden offered to drive me home, but I had no other choice down to decline his generosity. He had already done more than enough since last night. It was only right that I drew a line between us now, a boundary that wasn’t meant to be crossed. Though I don’t even know if I have the right to say that anymore. We didn’t exactly go all the way, but it would be a wide stretch of the truth to say nothing happened between us. If only I could wipe my memory then I’d like to forget how passionate his kiss how, how it set of spark in my head and had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. How his hands provoked shivers on my skin and I just knew where exactly to touch. Things were better back when I didn’t know I could feel this way, this rush that left goosebumps. Ignorance really is bliss. If only I could go back to being the Michelle Winter who still believed she was the center of her husband’s world, loved and cherished albeit unconventionally. I was beginning to open my eyes to just how deeply twisted our relationship was. Yet I couldn’t step out… At least not now. Worst of all when I wasn’t thinking of him with Natasha I was imagining myself with his son. This couldn’t get worse. It did, however, get worse. Before I reached the mansion I had already replayed how our conversation would go, and I even imagined scenarios where Elliot would deny everything. At least I could say I was mentally prepped as anyone could be before confronting a cheating spouse. But all of that preparation came crumbling down like a stack of cards when I walked into the living room and saw a scene that made my stomach twist from the inside. Elliot flipped through channels. Natasha had her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. I never thought that anything could make me feel any more foolish than when I saw them together yesterday. But I guess I was wrong…once again. Now he was even flaunting the relationship? In that moment something shifted within me, ran through my entire nervous system, and made me numb to them. If I were the same woman as yesterday I would have made a scene once more, yelling at Natasha to get off Elliot. Claiming him as my husband, but instead of doing that I walked past the two of them. Elliot grunted with annoyance. “Where were you last night? Why are you just coming back this morning?” Disgust through my skin, he must have purchased all the audacity in the world to ask me those questions while he was glued to his mistress. He brought his affair partner home and yet he was comfortable enough to ask me these questions, to demand answers when I should be the one doing so? I swirled until I faced him, lost for words as I looked between him and his affair partner, the woman that I had taken as my friend during her hard times. Both of them revolted me beyond the words could fully describe. “I was out,” I replied, and his eyes zoomed in on me. They patiently waited for me to crack, scream, and wail. But I did none of that, I had already humiliated myself enough because of him. There was no need to do so anymore. “By the way…” He said then lowered his until it was smashed on Natasha’s thigh. “I don’t know what you assumed last night that made you slap me, but Natasha and I are just good friends. Unlike you, she doesn’t nag or complain so I get to enjoy her company without any issues,” His hands were almost all the way to her panties yet he called her a friend with a straight face. How have I been married to this man for years? “Sure,” I replied, the neutral expression on my face was not phased. My rose colored spectacles had fallen off and I saw him for who he truly was. A despicable man who was not capable of love, just lust. I had to leave him. But I also have to be smart about it. Right now everything from our finances to the house I was residing inside was all in his name. I was a dependent in every sense of the word. That night, Natasha knocked on my door, I thought she planned on ignoring me completely yet she was at the entrance of my room wearing a nightgown that hid nothing. “Oops…my bad…I thought this was the main bedroom,” She was really aching to rub it in, wasn’t she? Elliot had removed my things from the smallest guest room before I came back, a servant informed me after I left them earlier in the morning. I’m sure he took it as a great punishment on my side, he’d expect me to come crawling by tomorrow begging for his forgiveness if only he knew that I would rather eat my own vomit than sleep next to him so he was doing me a great favor. Natasha blissfully unaware that the only thing I felt towards her and my soon-to-be ex-husband was unfiltered disgust thought she would be making me jealous of her by less than subtly showing me what she was going to sleep next to Elliot with. “Well then you better make your way there,” I said and slammed the door shut before she could shoot back a retort. I took a deep breath before heading to my bed, it squeaked when I lay on it, and the mattress felt like a slab of stone covered in fabric. But despite all of these things, I had never felt at such peace with myself before going to bed. Such relief from not being called names before my slumber. I was just about to doze off when a notification lit up my phone. I grabbed it from the dusty nightstand and checked that it was a text from Hayden. “Hi, can I call you?”

I didn’t get the chance to reply before my ringtone suddenly filled the small room and shook its walls that seemed as brittle as biscuits. I panicked and ended up accidentally answering the call by swiping right with my finger. His voice was deep and velvety, and it shot through the phone and into my unprepared ears. “So, how did today go?” I already told myself I had to draw a line between my stepson and me. But there was something about the way he asked, his voice painted with concern and not just mere curiosity all for my well-being. “What can I say?”I started with, “So when I got back home….” I really didn’t want to tell him so much, but there was a way he nudged me forward, making all the right little sounds in the right places to let me know that he was really listening and not just waiting for his turn to talk. Like the words I said mattered But I mattered. So I told him everything from the moment I so both of them in the living room casually watching TV to Natasha accidentally ending up in front of the guest room where I was staying. I heard him groan from the other side of the line. And I shivered. Just from his voice alone? Goodness, what’s wrong with me? Maybe I should just end the call right now and– “That man really never knows when to stop,” he cut into my thoughts. “Are you sure you don’t need me there right now? I can–” “No, for now I can handle it myself… But if I need your help I’ll call you, “I had no plan to call him but something told me that if I outright refused his offer he would keep pestering until I said yes. “How has your day been?” I asked trying to divert the conversation from myself and my issues as well by extension. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he admitted without a speck of shame. And I, even worse than him was deep down inside enthralled by that. I hadn’t been yearned for in years. In the earlier years of our marriage, especially when I was still freshly 18 Elliot could never keep his hands off of me, I pranced around the mansion in loose-fitting outfits, knowing that he needed access to me 24/7. I hardly ever had a moment of rest, even in my sleep I would wake up to him b*lls deep inside me, pleasuring himself until his eyes rolled back. Early on I had complained a bit, told him my stamina didn’t match his ( which was aided by supplements) his eyes which were always warm and loving would instantly become cold and judgmental. “This is the duty of every wife, what else can you offer if you’re not giving me your body?” Back then I had completely rationalized it as me being selfish, even if I was tired I just had to lie there and let him have his way. Even on days that I wasn’t in the mood, that didn’t matter. He was my husband and I owed him my body whenever and wherever. It all made sense back then but now I was fighting back vomit thinking of it all. “Why would you be thinking about your stepmother?” I tried to joke and escape my thoughts. He laughed, “You almost make it sound like you’re older than me,” “I’m not but still–” “That man isn’t going to change, Michelle…” He said my name like he was with his lips. “I’m not saying that he will, I already know that I have to leave him that much is clear to me. But what I need to do first is unravel all the ties we have together… It’s been 6 years of my life, almost a decade and all of it has gone down the drain in one night… I still need some time to process, to sort things out,” He listened without interrupting me once, giving me the courage to speak my mind. “And after I leave your father… I want to cut him out of my life completely and anything that relates to him…” My voice softened, “… including you, Hayden.” When he spoke I could feel the tightness in his throat, like he was forcing the words out. “Is there no way you’ll change your mind? That man has already more or less disowned me. I–”He stopped himself before I could. “I’m sorry, you must be going through a lot right now and here I am bothering you with my own issues… I’ll respect whatever decision you choose to make,” I took a deep breath, “Good night, Hayden.” After our call ended I blocked his number. There was no need to deepen what was already going on between the two of us, no need to allow this little flower that was growing in my heart to get sunlight. I needed to shroud it in darkness again until it shriveled and died away. Yes, that’s exactly what I need to do. There was no way I could remove Elliot from my life permanently and still keep ties with his son knowing just how possessive he was he might not let me live my life freely. After my conversation with Hayden, I got thirsty and went to the kitchen to grab myself in bottle of water. Before I could even step in, I heard grunts and moans mixed, there was also a wet slapping sound that tore through the silence of the night. I stepped forward against the benefits of my mental health, then I saw Elliot and Natasha together. Just when I thought that they couldn’t irk me anymore, they somehow managed to do something even much more worst. I stood looking out at them mortified to the spot by their actions, could they be any more despicable? “Harder! Harder!!” Natasha screamed like her life depended on it.

Michelle’s pov Elliot knew it was a habit of mine to sneak into the kitchen for a glass of water at night. He had an inkling that I would be here and yet he still brought his mistress down to the kitchen to plow into her like nobody’s business. I was gobsmacked. From his perspective, I was still his enamored wife, too naive to know any better, wearing a facade of nonchalance. He still believed I cared about him and yet did this, I backed away a nauseous feeling swelling in my stomach. How could someone be so vile? So thoughtlessly cruel? Was there ever a time he truly cared? A time he’d loved me? I sighed as the guestroom closed behind me. What’s good with it to make me think of all of this? He assumed I stopped being enough a long time ago. That should be enough reason for me to give up on him, on us. I slumped on the bed, buried my face into the pillow, and released another tired sigh. I wanted to be out of this house and his control already, but as difficult as it was, I had to exercise some patience. And maybe ask for some help. I unblocked Hayden, thankfully before he could call or text again so he wouldn’t pick up on it. I messaged him inquiring about the lawyer, I wasn’t expecting a response but before I placed my phone down one came anyway. It read; Yeah I could get you one of the best divorce lawyers in the city, she’s a good acquaintance of mine. Gratitude was in order so I thanked him and promised to pay him back for the legal fees when I was on my feet. He replied; “Don’t worry about that, you getting out of that place is all the payment I need,” Part of me felt like I was stringing him along, I wasn’t blind enough not to notice that he wanted me, I was however sensible enough to consider that it’d the impossible to give it to him. I had already drawn a boundary between us, a gap that was never meant to be crossed. If he chose to push it only to slam face-first into the wall of blunt rejection that was now his choice to make I’m not my decision to manage. Morning came, my throat was dry and my mind was a scrambled mess. Eventually, I gathered my bearings in the unfamiliar room, propped myself up on my feet, and maneuvered my way through the usual morning routine. Before I left the room I already mentally prepped myself for another day of tolerating Elliot and Natasha. I had no idea that they were not the ones I had to worry about today. There was noise in the kitchen even before I arrived, the clanking of pots and pans was a testimony of someone cooking. I entered on saw Beatrice, swirling from one pot to another. Being the perceptive snake that she was, she quickly sensed my presence and snapped her head towards my direction. “What are you wearing?” She commented with a raised eyebrow, Today I opted for an off shoulder top with a fitted skirt. These clothes had long been gathering dust in my wardrobe on account of them not being my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law’s taste. But now I was no longer worried about what her son thought of me, much less her who had never even been pretentiously nice. “Good morning,” I greeted her intentionally ignoring her question, it wasn’t even what my saliva I’d use up addressing it. She would have probably scolded me to change out of the outfit if what she was cooking didn’t need so much attention. As she raised the pot lid the awful stench came and slapped me in the face. I scratched my nose, while I battled not to openly reel away at the smell. “This is a family recipe for fertility, make sure you drink all of it before I make a new batch next week,” Once again I just ignored her, she narrowed her eyes at me. “Aren’t you even going to so much as thank me? I’m trying to save what you still have left of your marriage… Which isn’t much if I’m going to be honest,” she laughed and continued it to swirl the contents of the pots in front of her. This wasn’t the first time she had shown up with a so-called family recipe, each one she treated like a magic potion that would have me knocked up by the next day. The concoctions usually tasted like misery sadness and spite, I suppose it makes sense since it was my mother-in-law who prepared them. Now that I was reevaluating everything, it became almost crystal clear to me that this abhorrent mixture she made on an irregular basis probably didn’t even help with fertility it was just another way to pick on me. Speaking of picking on me, she pulled out the machine for my regular weekly weight check. In the past this had always been a moment of dread and fear for me, though she never once said I did well even if I was just bones with flesh sticking to it she would give me a derisive look and follow it up with a lecture about how a woman was never supposed to lose her beauty even with age. Talk about throwing stones in a glass house. She told me to step on the scale, and I looked between her and the electronic device before suggesting. “Don’t you think you should step on it first? You look like you’ve added a few since I last saw you yesterday,” Her face instantly went red, wrinkles intensifying as she scrunched up her expression. “How dare you?!” She screamed at me, “You ungrateful little brat! My son picked you up from the gutters you–” “What’s going on here?” Everything and everyone stilled when Elliot walked in.

Michelle’s pov Beatrice’s face turned haughty and smiling from an angle only I could see before she threw how old bones. “Elliot, my dear, you won’t believe what this girl said to me… I came all the way here to help and she….” She went on a whole tirade taking full advantage of her position in his arms to massage his back and sides. Knots in my stomach formed, was there anything about this family that wasn’t foul and twisted? Her unusual level of skinship with her son was yet another thing I had to turn a blind eye to during my years of marriage. “Michelle, you’ve been acting strange since yesterday… I already told you that Natasha is just a friend to me. Why are you acting out to my mother?” Perhaps I would have to check the dictionary for the meaning of friends again because what I saw last night was anything but that. “I’m not asking out I’m just being straightforward I don’t want to take all of us concoctions that you’re more than making anymore it’s not like any of them even work,” His mother screamed even louder than before, engaged her flippant reaction feeling the stranger’s urge to just burst into laughter but I held myself. One of us needs to remain sane in this room at least. “Son, I think your wife is right… Stupid old woman knows nothing and I’m not even able to mind my own business anyway so that’s why she had to put me in place,” His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, “So you felt you had the right to disrespect my mother?” Even though my face was pressed against his chest I already knew that it was worn by that wicked grin. “Elliot please don’t yell at her… I’ll take what I came with and leave,” He embraced his mother tightly more than was comfortable for anyone. “Mom please stay… Just head to the living room for now let me have a one-on-one talk with this woman,” Beatrice pretended to drag her feet but she left cackling below her breath. “Michelle you have 5 minutes to explain yourself, when did you think you could start being rude to my mother? Like I said before Natasha and I are just friends…” It was my strangeness that I used to admire everything about this month, but now, that I could see him for what he really was it cut through all other pretenses. I never had a loving husband. Just a man who wanted to take advantage of my youth, and now that I was no longer palatable to him, he was treating me like trash. “I never questioned your friendship with Natasha, I already understand that what I saw at that hotel was just a misunderstanding. You don’t have to explain it to me over and over again,” The veins in his head were outlined so properly that you could trace them with your fingers. “So you really don’t care?” He insisted, refusing to back down, “Then why were you rude to my mother? Weren’t you trying to retaliate?” I took a deep breath gathering my patience together, I would need all of it if I didn’t want to snap at him mid-conversation. “I have already overlooked the way your mother has treated me for years, there is only so much I can take. I am willing to take professional medication, but I’ve already gotten tested several times…” I paused measuring his expression, “… And the doctors have never found a problem with me,” The implications of my words were not lost on him, he stepped forward rubbing my hand hard enough to leave bruises. “When did you learn to talk back at me Michelle?” Mixed with his anger now was a clear dose of confusion, he wasn’t used to this side of me. The side him and didn’t fold at any moment when he asked. “It’s about time I learnt to stand up for myself, don’t you think so?” He stared down at me with such perplexity that one would assume that this was the first time he was seeing me. Maybe he was. Maybe he was seeing the same girl that he had buried beneath the weight of his manipulation, a person within the mold that he had crafted breaking through, the first crack that was a prelude to the complete collapse. After a while the frown on his face completely dissolved and was replaced with a derisive smile. He shoved me aside, not hard enough to cause a fall but it still pushed me a few steps back. “I see what you’re doing…” He looked far too satisfied with himself, “… This is just an attempt to get my attention, isn’t it?” With the way he smiled now I would have preferred back a moment when he grabbed my hand. “I will overlook your impudence today because I’m actually amused, but I won’t be so generous the next time you act out like this,” he tapped my nose playfully but all I could feel was my stomach going inside out with pure disapproval. After last night if there was any respect that I had stored in the corner of my mind for him because he rescued me in his own twisted way from my abusive father, all of it was gone now. Thrown into the wind by the size of who he truly was, a despicable bastard that didn’t care for anyone except maybe his mommy. When he left my feet gave way collapsing to the ground, and my entire body was trembling so much like a puppy left out in the winter cold. Just then and my phone began to vibrate, my heart skipped a beat because of the suddenness of the cold and how it came out of the blue nevertheless I fished it out and saw Hayden’s number. I answered, his voice felt like an ointment to the wounds of my heart. “Michelle, I need to see you.”

Michelle’s pov Hayden texted the address of our rendezvous to my phone. I had to rummage through the house to find some spare change to get me there. Then I snuck out through the back door to meet him. I never realized just how little freedom I had before. After all, I had remained carefully and enclosed in the box Elliot shoved me in for years. Each new realization hit me with the impact of a thunderbolt, electrocuting my senses most shockingly. Hayden was already at the coffee shop before I got there, semi-casual with a turtle neck and pants. His eyebrows were knitted together as his eyes skimmed from one direction to another until they finally landed on me instantly lighting up. I was robbed in a bubble of subconsciousness while walking to sit across from him as his gaze never wavered, not even once. If only he wouldn’t look at me that way, then it would be easier to bury these pesky feelings without fear of them cropping up like a weed. “You said there was an update…” I opened up the conversation as I took my seat. He nodded, “Yeah, I scheduled a meeting with the divorce lawyer. We will be able to see her in an hour and a half,” he supplied helpfully, then screened my face. “Michelle, you look tired,” He pointed out empathetically. “Don’t worry, with all the evidence that will be available to us the case is almost as good as done in your favor,” His words prick inside of me a forbidding feeling of doom. “Hayden, what do you mean by all the evidence?” I asked stretching my hand across the table, something already told me that I would be discussing that by what I was going to hear that it would make my stomach twist and turn, and yet I kept my eyes trained on him I stayed exuded expectance. His head slumped and he ran his fingers through his hair breaking through the strands until they came out the other side and were positioned below his chain to support his entire head. “You are not my father’s first victim,” It was a store time refused to move, and yet ironically millennium passed though it took a moment or two for my mind to reboot after what I just heard, I licked my top lip trying to drag out the silence for a little bit longer before I was able to rediscover my voice once again and snatch it away from the arms of shock. “Hayden, what do you mean by that?” He looked even more pained than I who had to hear the story he was going to tell, his mother had died at a young age. Afterwards, his father would go searching for women who bore similar characteristics. I was a brunette and so was his wife though she was blue-eyed and I wasn’t. Nevertheless, that was enough for him. He had other women, maybe he was trying to hide just to be creepy he was and he failed with the roundabout method he used to do so. Hayden mentioned about five women that he could remember, he told me to also remain open-minded to the fact that there might have been other women but they just didn’t manage to pass the threshold. All of them had two qualifying factors. The first they must share a physical quality with their head wife, and the second was that they had to be young around the same age that she had died. “Amongst other things, this was what made me start cutting contact with that man, I couldn’t be the son of a man who was a predator,” Hayden paused and waited for me to digest what I had heard so far. It was a hard swallow if I was underestimating the whole situation, and a bitter pill if I was being honest. To think I wasn’t the first person he had it on with. I was just yet another woman that he sought to take advantage of. He was following a pattern he had established for years. All I had to do was think about it first can I knew I was walking towards the restroom and vomiting the apple that I had snagged out of the kitchen before I left. When I came out Hayden was waiting for me clearly troubled, I squinted my eyes to get a better look at him. I asked myself just how somebody so thoughtful and kind could come from the loins of a man who was anything but that. “I’m sorry,” I found myself falling back into the habit of endless apology, “I shouldn’t have overreacted like that,” He patted me on my shoulder with consideration. “If it makes you feel any better just know that you handle it more than most people could have,” I nodded and tried to believe him. Sometimes it felt like he was just flattering me, perhaps I was so used to being insulted that anything that diverged from that came forward to always provoke my walls. “I can’t go back there…” I confessed to Hayden when we went back to the table, about half an hour had already gone by.”I can’t willingly live under the same roof as your father anymore,” “That man isn’t my father, he’s just my sperm donor,” Hayden reached for my hand looking visually appalled that I would even suggest that. He wrapped my fingers within his giving them a soft but reassuring squeeze. “In that case… I’ll find a hotel room for you and…” I blinked my eyes exposing my surprise before my lips could deny it. “What’s wrong?” “I thought I was going to stay with you,” I mentioned flippantly, “… Or is it that you don’t want me to?” Immediately he shook his head, squeezing my fingers tighter without even realizing it. “Of course I’d–” He was interrupted by a notification on his phone. He checked it and looked at me, “The lawyer wants to meet now.”

Michelle’s pov The meeting with the lawyer felt surreal, like an out-of-body experience. It felt like I was just talking all this time and now I was finally acting. The lawyer was a voice attorney with at least 30 cases under her belt and she assured me that she would help me and I would get as much as I could out of this divorce and I was so thankful I turned it to Hayden and said “oh my gosh I can’t believe this is happening I never thought I could ever be free from your father” I realized that I was smiling too much, but no one in the room, or rather, the office, made fun of me. The lawyers spoke to me privately afterwards. She told me that this case would still be a little complicated because he was wealthy and well-connected and might try to pull some strings, but she was going to work to the best of her ability to help me. I was moved and touched so much it was the closest thing I’ve had to the interaction with a mother but I knew I had to keep things professional so I thanked her and she told me not to worry. After the meeting, while we were driving back to his vigor I asked Hayden how he wanted me to repay him for the hiring of the lawyer he said that’s it was a necessary for me to repay him I insisted crossing my arms maintaining my stands I couldn’t back down the last thing I wanted was to start a new life while I was once again in the debt of a man. I tensed by instinct I braved myself for an argument that I will sure was incoming but is response shocked me he said; “All right if this is what you need and it makes you feel control of your life then who am I to take it from you but if you’re decide to change your mind then don’t worry I’ll do what you say then as well so don’t hesitate if you have second thoughts because I have the money to spare and at least I can see right now that we’re friends right?” I thought the way shame clouded my face could I really say we were friends he was my stepson and I had almost slept with him and from the looks of things we were going to be living under the same roof again would it be easy to ignore the feelings that were cropping up inside my heart? If only he weren’t the son of the man who hurt me. What if I had met him before his father? Would my life have been different? These were the thoughts that inhabited my mind as the buildings blurred past and silence over took the conversation, closed my eyes with the frigid acceptance that even if I wanted it’s to be otherwise life had turned out this way nevertheless and know amount of wishful thinking was ever going to take it back I had to come to that acceptance when we arrived in his villa he took me to his guest room it was different everything was so different right now but I was taking one step at a time. “Thank you for all this,” I said appreciatively as I stepped into the room, “I promise Hayden I will repay you for it all,” “Take your time, let’s focus on what we need to do now. Since the petition has been filed that man will soon be served the papers. Knowing him he’s not going to back down easily,” I leaned on the doorway, of all the things that I have thought about none of them had ever crossed my mind involving Elliot holding me back from getting the divorce, huge part of me even imagine that he would be happy to be rid of me and live comfortably with Natasha since he showed me on more than one occasion that he was not interested in me anymore. “Do you think you’re really going to do that?” I asked tilting my head, “What I feel like you really kick against is giving me my fair compensation for all the years I wasted on him,” The last words slipped out with a coat of bitterness wrapped around and tight. “He’s definitely going to make an issue of that too,” Hayden agreed, “we’ve already talked about this enough for today…” He softly nudged me further into the room. “You should get some rest…” He turned around to leave when I reached forward grabbing his sleeve, his 6 ft plus frame tensed up but his eyes paused curiously came back to me. “Something wrong?” I was hungry, I wanted to tell him. I had been barely functioning with the apple I snatched in the morning. But I had been going on all higher mighty about being independent and not having to rely on him, but I couldn’t even arrange my own meal. Easy to say Independence was a long road ahead. “It’s nothing–”I tried to brush it off and then almost as if to expose me my stomach growled loud enough to wake up the dead. I released the sleeve of his shirt as a burning redness crossed my cheeks until my entire face looked like an overripe potato. “What should I make you?” He offered immediately. “Maybe I should make it myself,” I said cheeks still burning. He suddenly leaned close, close enough that his mint breath brushed my face. “Michelle…” Oh, darn, the way he says my name. “Can you ask for your whole unbiased trust would be too much right now, but still…” He paused reflectively, “I hope you don’t keep everything bottled up inside, even something as mundane as this. The only person who should be ashamed of themselves is that man, not you, okay?” I nodded, holding back tears as I whispered, “I’d like pancakes,”

Michelle POV They were already in the wardrobe when I opened it just to check how much space there was. Once again Hayden touched me with his thoughtfulness, reaching into the hollow pit that was once my heart. He got all these clothes for me, just for the chance that I might stay with him again and he needed to be prepared. Immediately I closed it, taking a deep breath calming myself down. Don’t…just don’t, I told the rapid pesky skipping of my heart. What happened between the two of us was just a flare of passion that neither of us wanted to control back then. It doesn’t mean anything else, and it shouldn’t either. I entered the bathroom that was attached assuming a shower was what I needed to cleanse my mind and at least wash away some of my tiredness down the drain. Then when I walked in, a giggle escaped me despite myself. There was everything a girl would need from shampoo to pads and tampons. There are even different sizes for the pads too. I stared at them, my eyes were beginning to gradually wet with tears. Did I deserve any of this? I asked myself as I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the shower, inside the artificial drizzle I could hear Elliott’s voice loud and clear as if he was right next to me his lips intensely pressed against my ear. “Don’t you think you are too demanding? I never knew I married such a gold digger,” And what I asked for was money to purchase pads. He scrunched up his face like I had just asked for his kidney. After grumbling for minutes he interrogated me, demanding to know what had happened with my monthly allowance. With my head bowed and my lips barely even moving I replied that he didn’t send the monthly allowance and I was working with what he gave me two months ago stretching it. His simmering anger reduced a little but not completely; “Well, you should have said something!” The way he suddenly belted his voice at me reminded me of my father and hot tears gathered in the corner of my eyes, now he softened a flicker of guilt passing by his eyes. He walked over embraced me and promised to send my allowance, but since I told him late in the night he insisted on driving to the convenience shop himself and getting it. I was worried about how that would turn out and told him not to worry but he put his foot down and when he was like that there was no getting through to him. About 30 minutes later he came back, crowding with his shoulders held up, and gave me the pads while I waited in the shower. I stared at them then carefully carried my eyes back to him. “These are adult diapers,” I told him surprised that I would even have to point it out. He raised one eyebrow, “So? Isn’t that just another name for pads?” “No, “I replied, “these might absorb the blood but–” “I can never do anything right when it comes to you!” He yelled at the top of his voice and slammed the pads on the ground. “There’s always one issue another one it comes to you, nothing has ever been enough, is it?” Once again he was turning everything around on me. Deep down inside I knew it wasn’t my fault, but unfortunately when my lips moved the only thing they could manage to say was an apology. Now I knew that it was more than just the pads. It was his need for control, diminishing everyone’s, and turning every discussion into an argument so that I was afraid to say my mind. That way I would be easier to mold. If I doubted every worry that came past my lips, if nothing seemed to be worth the trouble when it came to me then I would just bend over for whatever he suggested. Elliot was served the papers within the week, and next I knew he was blowing up my phone with calls and messages. The messages ranged from confused to annoyed, I could tell that he was still not taking me seriously and assumed I was doing this out of petty jealousy with the hopes of getting his attention. Finally, he asked to meet. I discussed this with my lawyer and Hayden first, Miss Cobblestone, my lawyer told me that if we could agree amongst ourselves then the proceedings of the divorce would move more smoothly than if we had to contest it in court. Because of that I decided to meet with him face-to-face. Hayden was deeply worried. “What if he tries to gaslight you again?” He said on the morning of the meeting, I pursed my lips thoughtfully together, I had done my own research about divorce cases in my spare time and found out that a disturbingly large number of couples ended up reconciling and forgetting about divorce altogether. And this was a man who had actively convinced me for years that every little want I had in my heart was unnecessary and vain. He might just do so again. “I’m tired of running away from my problems, Hayden…” I told him as I adjusted my top. These days I was dressing the way I wanted, eating food that made my tongue explode with flavor and happiness… These were the small easy steps I was making every day, I wanted to believe. I called Elliot, told him that I was ready to meet up. His voice came coarsely through the phone. “I have a meeting this morning, we’ll have to reschedule… Let’s see around 11:00,” He was doing it again, I was extending an Olive branch that he didn’t even deserve by agreeing to this meeting and yet he was still trying to make a fool out of me. “No,” I replied firmly, “we either meet by the time we have already agreed on or through our lawyers, make your choice.”

Michelle’s pov I was already juggling a lot in my mind, so at first, I didn’t pay attention to the place that he asked us to meet. But then, when I walked up and noticed the ambience, the trickle of customers, and the smell of caffeine that loitered in the air and infiltrated my senses, I remembered. This was where we met. Where does it all start? And there he was sitting on the very same table where I would glance at him, and my heart would flutter foolishly. I clutched onto my bag and my courage. Instead of that flush of nostalgia he probably thought I was experiencing right now, there was nothing but regret. I was at the top of my class I had dreams of going to college, and with how hard I worked, I could have made it. By now, I would have been a graduate, possibly with a job. Maybe not in the economy, but still. It would have been my life. And he took that away from me. I walked over and sat across from him, avoiding all eye contact. “Let’s make this quick,” I said snappily. He didn’t respond at first, just kept his eyes on me as though he was trying to recognize a stranger. “Have you added weight?” He spat out before I was even comfortably seated, and my fingers tightened around the purse I held. It wasn’t his words alone but the volume of disgust that they carried when he spoke. I already came with my expectations low, after all he had decided at the last minute that he was only going to tell me about his appointment when I was already ready to leave but that was the first barrier I had thrown down. Instead of letting him drag me around like a ragdoll I stated my mind that if he could not meet at that time then we would only meet through our lawyers and to my surprise after some grumbling he actually agreed. I guess he surrendered that moment because he believed that by calling me here I would be moved by the memories and instantly be wrapped around his fingers again. If only he knew that the girl he had manipulated was no longer here. That was no issue because I had every intention to show him. “Not that it’s any of your business but yes I have, and I’ll be adding even more with time…” His eyes bulged with horror. “This is exactly why we can’t get a divorce, look at what you’re doing to yourself because that foolish son of mine… ” The neutral line on my lips curved downwards into a frown and I slammed my palm on the table. “I won’t sit here and listen to you insult hidden so you either choose to be civil or I leave now…” That shut him up for the moment but his eyes were still bulging I guess he was surprised that I was raising my voice at him, I don’t think he has ever even heard my voice at this volume before, and neither had I. He looked deep in thought, and when he opened his mouth to speak I realized that it was not because he was actually reflecting on his actions like any other person with a speck of conscious would. Rather, like a hunter he was simply recalibrating and positioning himself to make another shot at his prey. “Michelle, my love, let’s not do this… Aren’t you moved to be in the very place that we met surely this could thaw your frozen heart a bit?” I bit the inside of my mouth trying to hold myself back from snapping at him, during the drive here in the cab I had stopped I imagined myself arriving elegantly and leaving in the same manner. But in only a few seconds he had me speaking at the top of my voice, yelling like a maniac. As for him he still looked unruffled, once again treating me as nothing more than a child. How on earth did I even find this romantic before? I regained my composure sitting straight and meeting his eyes this time. “Elliot I came here so we wouldn’t need to have this conversation in court. I have every intention of taking its day if you keep treating me like a joke,” He chuckled, and a vein in my forehead popped. “So you want to go ahead with this prank till the end? Fine, I’ll humor you… What do you want?” I had already recited it in front of the mirror this morning for extra confidence so the same words were played on my lips as he maintained an unreadable expression all through then when I was done he burst into laughter he kept going at it until he was brushing aside a teardrop from the corner of his eye. “Is that all?” He sneered at me sarcastically. I sprang up from my seat, “I think I’ve tolerated you enough, Elliot..” I turned to leave but he grabbed my wrist, his touch on my body hit me with a wave of revulsion and instantly I retrieved control of my limb. “Don’t ever touch me again,” I warned him, once again failing to keep my voice at an elegant volume but he had already tested me so much that I was hardly even caring about that anymore. “Sit down…” “I don’t want to sit down anymore. Since you don’t want to take me seriously, there is no need to have this conversation. I’ll see you in court,” he said. I followed behind him as I tried to keep a distance between us until we were even outside the coffee shop. As I was about to enter a cab, he was a few steps away, and then he screamed enough. “Even if I wanted to give you anything, it’s impossible,” That piqued my curiosity beyond my anger, “and why is that?” He smirked confidently, “You’ve already signed a prenup, that’s why.”

Michelle’s POV My pupils dilated. What the hell was he talking about? A prenup? What even was that? My forehead creased as I tried to figure out what he meant and why he’d even think of bringing it up. Was he making this up just to get me back? Did he really think it would work that way? After dragging me here, after I refused to get swept up in the memories he thought would trap me, he still had the guts to pile on some new lies? I narrowed my eyes at him while making my expression sharp enough to demand an explanation from him. “Come on, Michelle, don’t be like that… You know what I’m talking about.” His voice was soft, almost seductive. Ugh! As if that would work on me anymore. The girl that would have fawned over that voice was no more. That was the old Michelle.. the one who fell hard for his childish games, but that girl was dead and buried,I made sure of that I glanced back at the taxi I had hailed and sighed. I needed to leave now. My head was spinning in a way that made me nauseated plus I couldn’t keep the man waiting. I started to sit down, but Elliot grabbed my wrist, yanking me back from the taxi door. What the hell was his problem now? “Let me go!” I snapped, but he only smirked, that same devious curl of his lips that always made me sick. Seeing that he had no intention of letting me go, I had no choice but to wave the taxi off. Shaking his hand off my wrist, I clutched my bag tightly, anger bubbling inside me as I tilted my head and glared. “What do you want?” My voice was cold. “You, Michelle. You need to stop this whole drama now.” His tone was low, pleading almost. When he tried to reach for my hand again with that ridiculous bedroom gaze, I recoiled. How shameless could he be? Flaunting the face he once wore in the dark now out here in broad daylight. How in God’s name had I fallen for this disgusting man? How had I ever called that love? “Stop this whole drama and come back to me,” he muttered again. I straightened my shoulders. “We’ll need to involve our lawyers since we couldn’t come to an agreement on our own.” “I can permit you inviting lawyers because If you choose to use them, it’ll make things even easier for me.” I froze. What did he mean? How was dragging our lawyers into this easier than the two of us agreeing? I could never understand this man. And honestly, I didn’t want to anymore. I was done with him. No act, no performance, no manipulation would ever bring me back. I turned to leave, but his voice carried after me. “I’m serious, Michelle. There’s nothing I can do for you. What you’re asking for won’t ever happen. I’m sorry.” His tone wasn’t loud, but it was audible enough. And then came the words that made my heart stumble. “Don’t forget you signed the prenup.” I whipped around, staring at his expression. He meant it. I knew that look. That was his truth face, the one he only wore when he wasn’t lying. For a moment, my thoughts scattered. Then they came crashing down on me. My throat closed up. I couldn’t breathe. I choked on my own saliva as the realization slammed into me. Yes. I had signed some documents with Elliot. I did. But I hadn’t realized he would ever use them against me. Not now. Not after everything. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. There had to be a way around this. Something. Anything. I would not stay tied to this man. “Michelle, you don’t have to be in pain. You’ve been with me for years now, and you love me,” he whispered. His voice made my skin crawl. My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug deep into my palms. “What you feel for Hayden and what he feels for you is just infatuation. The only person you’ve ever truly loved is me.” His words lit a fire in me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. My fists trembled, fury coursing through me. He was always good at pushing me to my limit, trying to steal my calm. But not this time. Without another word, I spun on my heel, moving fast so he had no chance to grab me again. As I put distance between us, the tears I’d been holding back spilled freely. Elliot was tormenting my life. Even with other women in his bed, he refused to let me go. Why? He didn’t even love me. I sniffed hard and quickened my pace. I knew he was behind me, but I didn’t care to check. At the curb, I stopped another taxi and jumped in before he could catch me again. “Where are you heading, miss?” the driver asked. I froze. I didn’t even know where to go. Elliot was about to ruin me completely. What if my lawyer couldn’t help? What if I really had to stay by his side for as long as he wished? My heart stuttered painfully as fresh tears ran down my face. Just then, my phone lit up. An unknown number. No ID. My chest tightened but I still answered. And then I heard his voice. The one voice that dulled the ache pounding inside me. Hayden. A shaky breath left me, but another ache rose inside. What if his father never allowed us to be together? “Are you there?” His voice came again when I didn’t respond fast enough. “Yes…” I whispered, my voice so low I wasn’t even sure he heard. But he did. “Okay. How did it go?” “It was Okay.” I tried to lie but he saw right through it “Michelle, your voice doesn’t sound right. Do you want to come over?” His concern nearly broke me. If I’d known it was him, I probably wouldn’t have answered. But of course, he’d thought of that and that was why he was calling me from a different number. I should have refused. But I couldn’t. Not when I needed him this badly. “Miss, you still haven’t told me where you’re going,” the driver said again, a hint of impatience in his tone. I made up my mind. I had to see Hayden. I needed him to calm the storm raging inside me. With him, maybe I could think straight. Maybe I could find a way to fight back. “Let’s meet at a café,” I told Hayden and he instantly agreed. I could practically feel his excitement even over the phone. And I felt the same too. For the first time since I’d walked away from Elliot, my chest loosened and I could breathe again. I gave the driver my destination, and he nodded before pressing down on the gas. As I looked down at my phone, a new notification popped up. I tapped it and instantly, a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead despite the AC blasting inside the car.

Michelle’s POV I sat frozen in the back of the taxi with the engine humming faintly under me, but I couldn’t even hear it anymore. My whole focus was on the bright little rectangle in my hand. My phone screen glared at me like it wanted to burn holes through my eyes. No. No, no, no. please God no. My throat tightened as sweat started to gather at the back of my neck. The words in the notification blurred in and out of focus because my eyes kept stinging, but I forced myself to read them again. From Miss Cobblestone: Dear Mrs Winter. Mr Elliot Winter has sent his lawyer with a response to the divorce papers we sent him. He has agreed to the divorce. But he intends to enforce the prenup you agreed to. You will have to return everything he ever gave you and he will be free from any obligation he owes you. My stomach dropped so violently I almost doubled over. Prenup again. That wicked word alone had destroyed my day and made my skin crawl. My lips trembled as I whispered to myself, “He said I agreed to the prenup? But I never—” I was trying to calm my mind but my brain screamed at me to stop lying to myself. It didn’t matter whether I verbally agreed to it or not, the fact was that, I had signed it, so that probably meant it was valid. But this wasn’t fair! Elliot had just reminded me about the prenup. Literally, just minutes ago in front of that cursed café, he’d smirked and reminded me that I had signed it. I didn’t want to believe him then. I told myself he was bluffing, trying to scare me into crawling back like some pathetic wife. But now… this message… “Oh God,” I whispered. My hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone. I pressed the call button, my thumb stabbing at Miss Cobblestone’s name like it was my only lifeline. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Then her soft, professional voice answered, “Hello? Mrs Michelle? Are you okay?” “No,” I gasped, almost choking on the word. “I—I just saw your message. What the hell is he talking about? I have to give everything up? That can’t be right. I never agreed to anything like that. I wouldn’t be that stupid!” On the other end, Miss Cobblestone let out a careful sigh, like she was trying to be gentle with a panicked child. “Michelle… I have to ask you something important. Did you truly sign a prenuptial agreement or any document like that before your marriage?” My breath hitched. Her words slammed into me like a physical blow. Signed. A document like a prenup. I swallowed hard, my chest heaving as I recalled a memory. I could see Elliot’s smug face flashed before me and his voice was replaying in my head from earlier: You signed it, Michelle. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I felt dread curl in my gut like an icy snake. My lips barely moved as I whispered, “He… he told me I did. Just today, he told me I signed it.” “Michelle…” Miss Cobblestone’s voice softened even further. “Elliot’s team just sent me a copy of the prenup. I’ve looked at it. It’s real. It’s legally binding. You won’t even have a cent to your name of you divorce him.” The phone nearly slipped from my hand. My ears rang. My vision went fuzzy. Elliot wasn’t bluffing. He was really doing it. Just minutes after smirking in my face, he’d sent his lawyers to crush me flat. Tears stung my eyes, blurring the taxi window as I croaked, “But… but he tricked me! Five years ago, he brought a document but he told me it wasn’t real. He said it was just a mock prenup, something for show. He swore he would never use it. He promised me, Miss Cobblestone. He—he—” Her voice came back, low and tinged with sadness. “Michelle… I’m so sorry. But this isn’t a mock document. It’s official. And if this divorce proceeds, the court will enforce it.” “No,” I whimpered. “No, that’s not fair! After everything I’ve been through with him? After everything he’s done to me? How can he take everything?” “I understand your pain,” she said softly. “But as it stands, yes, he can. You will have to return everything he gave you. All gifts, all assets. That includes clothing, jewelry—” “Wait,” I cut her off, panic clawing at my throat. “Clothes? Jewelry? That’s literally all I have! I gave up everything for him! I had a future—God, I was top of my class! I had plans. And he convinced me to throw it all away so I could… so I could be his little housewife.” My voice cracked, a sob breaking free. The lawyer was quiet for a moment before she said softly, “Michelle… there’s something else.” My blood went cold. “…What else?” “I’ve gone through the prenup carefully. It states that you are also responsible for your own student debt.” The words hit me like a truck. “What?” My voice rose hysterically. “That can’t be right. Elliot promised me—he swore he paid all of that off when I graduated! He said it was handled. He told me I didn’t have to worry about it anymore!” “I’m sorry,” Miss Cobblestone said quietly. “But his lawyers were very clear. Elliot never paid it off. He misled you. That debt is still in your name.” I couldn’t breathe. “How much is it?” I whispered. “How much do I owe?” “About three hundred thousand dollars.” The phone shook violently in my hands as my chest caved in. Three hundred thousand?! I barely had $200 dollars to my name! “Oh my God. Oh my God, no. He—he made me stay at home, he made me give up my career, and now he’s dumping me with debt I thought was gone?” My voice broke. “He destroyed me, Miss Cobblestone. He destroyed my life!” On the other end, I heard her sigh, and there was a pause before she said gently, “Michelle… I feel terrible telling you this. I will keep looking for a way around it, I promise. I’ll call you if I find a loophole. But right now, the prenup is valid.” That was it. I broke down right there in the back of the taxi, sobbing into my hand as people on the street blurred outside the window. My whole body shook with the weight of it. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for him?

Michelle’s pov How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for him? Yes, I was barely eighteen when we met and He was nearly forty, was that why I had foolishly let myself trust him? Or was I swept in with his wealth, his experience, his smooth words, and thought it was love. I had had honestly thought he wanted me. But no. He’d been playing me from the very beginning. Setting me up like a piece in his game. “God, I wish I’d never met him,” I whispered through my tears. “I wish I’d never fallen for him.” “Ma’am?” The taxi driver’s deep voice startled me. I looked up with blurry eyes. He turned slightly in his seat, giving me a sympathetic look. “We’ve arrived. The café you asked for.” My heart sank again. Right. The café. I quickly fumbled for my wallet, my hands trembling, and shoved cash at him. “Keep the change,” I whispered, desperate to get out before I completely fell apart. I stumbled out of the taxi, the cool air hitting my damp face like a slap. My chest still hurt from crying, and I wiped at my cheeks quickly, trying to erase the mess I’d become. Because I wasn’t here for me. I was here to meet Hayden. My stepson. The son of the man who ruined my life. God, what a joke. I looked at the cozy café entrance, my stomach twisting. I wasn’t in the mood for this. Wasn’t this the same stunt Elliott pulled? Taking me to a Café from our past? This was all too much. I couldn’t sit there smiling like everything was okay when inside, I was crumbling. Hayden had already seen me cry once before. I couldn’t let him see it again. Not today. I turned on my heel, scanning the street for another cab. Maybe if I left now, I could go curl up in my apartment, fall apart in peace. I raised my hand to flag one down when I heard it— “Michelle.” That deep, masculine voice stopped me dead in my tracks. I froze, every nerve in my body tingling. Slowly, I turned. And there he was. Hayden. Tall, broad-shouldered, his jaw tight as his sharp eyes locked on me. He looked devastating in a casual shirt and jeans, his presence towering over everyone around him. He saw my face. And instantly, he rushed forward. “Michelle—” He grabbed my arms, steadying me as his eyes scanned me with panic. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I tried to look away, but his warmth seeped through me. His hug was solid, grounding, and for a split second, I felt… safer. Like maybe I wasn’t completely alone. But I couldn’t let him see that, because he was still my stepson after all. “I’m fine,” I croaked, forcing a weak smile. “Really, I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. “Don’t lie to me. Your voice sounded terrible over the phone. And now this? What did my father say to you? The meeting didn’t go well, did it?” My throat closed up. Images of Elliot’s smirk in the café flooded my head. His words. The prenup. The crushing weight of knowing he’d stolen everything from me. And then Miss Cobblestone’s voice, confirming it. All of it spun inside me like a tornado. “I—” I tried to speak, but the room tilted. My knees wobbled, and my vision darkened around the edges. “Michelle? What’s wrong? You look pale!” Hayden’s voice sharpened, full of alarm. I tried to speak but words didn’t come out. The world blurred. And then everything went black as I heard his panicked shout— “Michelle! Stay with me!” … The first thing I felt was the heaviness in my eyelids. It was like someone had poured wet sand over them, weighing them down, refusing to let me open them. My body felt strange too—light in some ways, heavy in others, like I was floating and sinking all at once. Then the sterile smell hit me. Bleach. Antiseptic. Clean but suffocating. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked up at a white ceiling dotted with square panels and a flickering fluorescent light. For a second, I had no idea where I was. My heart started racing as I pushed myself up slightly and looked around. Pale curtains. Monitors beeping softly. A drip bag hanging on a pole beside me. A hospital. I was in a hospital. “What the—” I whispered under my breath, disoriented. Before I could fully panic, voices drifted through the curtain. “…she’s under a lot of stress,” a calm male voice said. A doctor. “That’s why she fainted. What she needs right now is rest.” My chest tightened, but I froze, not wanting to move. Then came another voice. Deeper. Familiar. Hayden. “I understand,” he said, his tone steady but laced with worry. “I’ll make sure she rests.” My lips parted slightly as I lay there, listening. He sounded… serious. Like he was actually going to make this his mission. “Good,” the doctor replied. “And for support, I recommend some vitamins. Stress takes a toll on the immune system. Keeping her nourished will help.” There was a beat of silence. Then Hayden asked, “Which ones should I get? Can you write me a list?” My chest ached at the quiet urgency in his voice. I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. Elliott never once asked a doctor what he could do to help me when I was sick. No. Elliott used to get annoyed. If I caught the flu, he’d roll his eyes and tell me not to “milk it.” If I got a migraine, he’d mutter that I was always “dramatic.” The one time I got food poisoning, he left me on the bathroom floor and went golfing. He’d only ever shown irritation. Never concern. But Hayden? He was practically begging for a damn shopping list of vitamins. God… he was nothing like his father.

Michelle’s Pov I wasn’t sure how to process this thought. I shouldn’t be comparing father and son but I couldn’t help it. Elliott used to get annoyed whenever I got sick. If I even caught the flu, he’d roll his eyes and tell me not to “milk it.” If I got a migraine, he’d mutter that I was always “dramatic.” The one time I got food poisoning, he left me on the bathroom floor and went golfing. He’d only ever shown irritation. Never concern. But Hayden? He was practically begging for a damn shopping list of vitamins and trying to find ways to make me get better. God… he was nothing like the monster his father. He was the opposite, really… He was too good to be true. The doctor’s voice broke through my thoughts. “The most important thing is rest. Don’t let her push herself right now.” Rest. I nearly scoffed out loud. Rest? Seriously? Did this man not understand that my life had just imploded? I didn’t have the luxury of lying in bed like some delicate flower. Elliot had gutted me completely. He had destroyed me financially and emotionally. He had taken everything from me. I had nothing left now. No safety net. No plan. No hope. So rest wasn’t an option. Survival was. I clenched my fists under the blanket. If I stayed here, I’d only spiral more. Heck! I didn’t even have the money to pay for a hospital fee. I had to get out now, but I had to do it sneakily so that Hayden wouldn’t find out, because if he saw me leaving, he’d force me to stay and get the medical help that I couldn’t even afford now. So with that thought in mind, I waited until I heard the doctor’s footsteps retreat, the soft shuffle of shoes fading down the hall. Then I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cold beneath my feet, sending a shiver up my spine, but I didn’t care. I spotted my purse on the chair in the corner, grabbed it, and quietly slipped the straps over my shoulder. I glanced at the IV still taped to my arm and winced. Pulling it out wasn’t pretty, but I yanked it free, gritting my teeth at the sting. A tiny spot of blood welled up. I pressed a tissue to it and muttered, “Good enough.” Then I tiptoed toward the door, my heart hammering. I reached for the handle— “Where do you think you’re going?” I froze. That voice. Low. Firm. Way too close. Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was—Hayden, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His tall frame practically blocked the entire exit, and his eyes were narrowed right at me. Crap. I pasted on a weak smile. “Oh. Hey. I was just… going to get some fresh air.” “Fresh air?” His brow arched. “At midnight? In a hospital gown?” I glanced down at myself. Damn it. I hadn’t even noticed. I was still in the thin, pale-blue gown, the ties loose at my back. Totally not subtle. “I..I was going to change first,” I stammered, clutching my purse tighter. He pushed off the doorframe and took a step closer. “Michelle, don’t play games. You were about to sneak out.” My chest tightened. “So what if I was? I don’t need to be here.” “Yes, you do.” His tone sharpened. “You fainted. In the middle of the street. Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I caught you?” I swallowed hard, my throat burning. “I’m fine now.” “No, you’re not.” He took another step forward, and I instinctively stepped back, my heels bumping against the hospital bed. “You’re pale. You’re exhausted. You’re barely holding yourself together. And you think running out of here is going to help?” His words dug into me, but I forced my chin up. “I don’t have a choice, Hayden. Rest isn’t in the cards for me. Not now. Not after everything Elliot just—” I cut myself off, my voice breaking before I could say more. Hayden’s expression softened slightly, but his jaw stayed tight. “I know my father hurt you. I know what he’s done. But you can’t fix any of it if you collapse again. You need to take care of yourself first.” “I don’t have that luxury,” I snapped, my voice rising before I could stop it. “Do you even get what he’s done to me? He’s stripped me of everything, Hayden. Every single thing. He made me give up my career, my future, and now he’s leaving me with nothing but debt. Debt I didn’t even know I still had! And you want me to lie down and rest?” My hands trembled around my purse straps as tears burned hot in my eyes. “If I stop moving, I’ll drown.” Hayden didn’t flinch. He just stood there, letting my words spill out, his gaze locked on mine like he could see straight through me. When I finally fell silent, choking back tears, he stepped closer and gently took the purse from my shaking hands. “You’re not drowning,” he said quietly. “Not while I’m here.” The lump in my throat nearly suffocated me. I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But I’d believed promises before. And look where that got me. “Hayden…” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please. Just let me go.” His grip tightened on my purse, and he shook his head firmly. “No. You’re staying. Even if I have to sit in that chair all night to make sure of it.” I stared at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The part of me that wanted to scream, to fight, to run clawed at my insides. But another part of me which was the tired, broken part almost melted at the stubborn protectiveness in his eyes. Elliott would never have stood there like that. Elliott would’ve held the door open for me to leave. Hell, he would’ve probably driven me himself just to get me out of his way. But Hayden? Hayden wasn’t moving.

Michelle’s POV The longer I stood there facing Hayden, the more the weight in my body began to drag me down. My shoulders slumped, my legs felt weak, and the stubborn fire inside me began to wane It was the one who had been screaming at me to run but it was now flickering out. I was so damn tired. Tired of fighting Elliot. Tired of crying. Tired of pretending I was fine when my whole life was crumbling. And Hayden… Hayden wasn’t moving. His arms were folded across his chest, his tall frame blocking the door like some immovable wall. He wasn’t raising his voice, wasn’t demanding, wasn’t harsh. He was just there. Steady. Unshakable. I let out a long sigh, dropping my gaze to the floor. “Fine,” I muttered, my voice small. “You win.” When I glanced up again, his expression softened. He stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against my arm. “I’m not trying to win against you, Michelle. I just don’t want you to collapse again.” Something in his tone made my chest ache. It wasn’t pity, it was care. Genuine care. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Before I could argue again, he gently took my purse out of my hands and set it back on the chair. Then, without asking, he slipped his arm around my shoulders. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s get you back into bed.” I wanted to protest, to insist I didn’t need his help, but the truth was, leaning into him felt… safe. His body was warm, steady, and when I stumbled slightly, his arm tightened around me, keeping me upright. He guided me back to the bed like I weighed nothing, lowering me onto the mattress with surprising gentleness for someone his size. “Better?” he asked, crouching slightly so he was eye level with me. I pressed my lips together, then gave a reluctant nod. “Yeah… better.” He gave me a small smile, one that made my stomach do a nervous flip. Then he straightened, reached for the tray on the side table, and pulled it closer. “You need to eat something,” he said. “You haven’t had anything since…” He paused, frowning as though trying to recall. “Honestly, I don’t even know when.” I groaned softly, burying my face in my hands. “I’m not hungry.” “Well, too bad,” he said firmly. “You’re eating anyway.” I peeked at him through my fingers. “Are you seriously going to force-feed me?” “Yes.” He picked up the little bowl of soup the nurse must have left and lifted the spoon. “Open up.” I blinked at him, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Hayden—” “Don’t argue,” he cut in smoothly, holding the spoon out like I was a stubborn child. “Come on, Michelle. Humor me.” My face burned hotter. This was ridiculous. My stepson—my grown stepson—was trying to feed me like we were in some weird rom-com. But when he raised a brow, waiting patiently, I sighed and leaned forward reluctantly, opening my mouth. The warm soup slid over my tongue, and I couldn’t stop the small hum that slipped out. Damn it, it was good. “See?” Hayden smirked, spoon poised again. “Not so bad.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at my lips. “You’re insufferable.” “And yet, here you are, letting me feed you.” “Only because I don’t have the strength to fight you right now,” I shot back, though my voice wavered when he leaned closer, his eyes locked on mine. My cheeks warmed again as memories of that kiss flashed through my mind. I could still feel the heat, the intensity, the way I’d melted against him despite every voice in my head screaming that it was wrong. I tore my gaze away, reminding myself for the hundredth time: He’s your stepson. This cannot happen again. Every time he smiled at me like that, though, my resolve wavered. “Michelle?” His voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I blinked at him. “What?” He tilted his head slightly, studying me with concern. “Earlier… before you fainted. You sounded like you were crying. Why?” My stomach clenched. I looked down at the blanket twisted in my lap, running my fingers over the fabric to avoid his gaze. “It’s nothing.” “Michelle,” he said gently but firmly. “Don’t do that. Don’t brush it off. Talk to me.” I let out a shaky sigh, my chest tightening. “It’s just… divorcing your father isn’t going to be easy.” His jaw tensed instantly. “What do you mean?” I finally forced myself to meet his eyes. “He tricked me, Hayden. Five years ago, he made me sign a prenup. He told me it was fake, that it was just for show, that he’d never enforce it. But today… he did. He sent his lawyers, and now they’re saying I’ll lose everything. Every gift, every dime, even the clothes on my back. And worse…” My throat tightened, tears burning my eyes again. “He never paid off my student debt like he promised. So now, on top of having nothing, I owe everything.” Hayden’s expression darkened, fury flashing in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “That bastard.” “Hayden—” “No,” he cut me off, his voice low and sharp. “I can’t believe him. He actually did this to you? He—he lied to you, cheated on you, stole your future, and now he’s trying to strip you bare?!” The intensity in his tone made me shiver. He wasn’t angry at me. He was angry for me. And somehow, that meant more than I could put into words. I swallowed hard, whispering, “Yeah. He did.” Hayden’s chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and protectiveness. “I swear, Michelle… he’s not getting away with this. Not while I’m around.” I stared at him, my heart pounding, torn between the comfort of his words and the fear of what they meant for us both. Because Hayden wasn’t just anyone. He was my stepson. And despite everything telling me to keep my distance, sitting there in that hospital bed, watching the fire in his eyes… I realized part of me didn’t want to. Oh God, what was I going to do with this?

Michelle’s POV I couldn’t believe my ears. Natasha the high and mighty, the ever-smug, ever-mocking Natasha actually sounded scared of Hayden. Why? Her voice had dropped to a nervous tremor the moment she realized Hayden was on the line. I could almost picture her face, lips twitching nervously as her fake ass hell confidence cracked. But it actually startled me to hear her like this. Because the Natasha I knew feared no one… except apparently Hayden. “Give my father the fucking phone now!,” Hayden barked and his voice sounded like a whip crack. Natasha gasped. “H-he’s—he’s not here,” she stammered quickly, words tumbling out in a rush. “He’s… he’s downstairs, I swear. I’ll get him.” I blinked in shock. The same woman who used to smirk in my face and flaunt her relationship with Elliot was suddenly scrambling like a frightened child. Why was she so afraid of him? I glanced at Hayden, who stood there radiating calm authority, but under it, I could see the storm in his eyes. I whispered, “Why does she sound like that? How does she even know you?” His gaze flicked to me, unreadable. “I’ll tell you later,” he muttered, his jaw tight. Before I could push, the phone crackled again. Heavy footsteps, the faint sound of a man’s voice in the background. Then, finally, Elliot’s voice slid through the line. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, smug as ever. “I knew you’d come to your senses, Michelle. I knew eventually you’d come crawling back to me.” My chest tightened, and I felt heat rush up my neck. Crawling back? The sheer shameless arrogance in his tone made me want to hurl the phone across the room. Beside me, Hayden’s fists clenched, and I could feel his fury like a physical thing. But I forced myself to breathe, to speak steadily. “I’m not crawling back, Elliott. I’m calling because I want to negotiate our divorce.” There was silence for a heartbeat, then a low chuckle rumbled from him. “Negotiate? Michelle, you really are fucking delusional, aren’t you?” My hand shook against the blanket. “Don’t call me that.” “You signed the bloody prenup,” he reminded me smugly. “That means you’ll walk away with nothing. No house, no money, no assets. You’ll be right back where you started, no actually, worse than when you started. That’s the deal, sweetheart.” The words stabbed into me and it felt like the weight of them were raggingg me down like chains. He was right.. the godawful document I had signed in my naïve haze hung over me like a death sentence. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, anger spiking through the distress. “You tricked me into signing it! You rushed me, you distracted me, you made sure I didn’t even know what I was agreeing to!” Elliott laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. “And that’s my fault? Please. You were just stupid enough to trust me. That’s not trickery, Michelle. That’s just you being naïve.” I bit down so hard on my lip I tasted blood. “You won’t get away with this,” I snapped, my voice trembling but fierce. “I won’t let you.” “And who exactly is going to stop me?” he sneered. “You have no one, Michelle. No lawyers worth a damn, no power, no leverage. You’re alone. You’ll always be alone against me.” Before I could fire back, Hayden’s voice cut through, cold and sharp. “She’s not alone.” The silence on the other end stretched, thick and stunned. Then Elliott’s voice roared through, laced with fury. “Hayden? What the hell are you doing there? Why are you with her? Are you ganging up with your step mother against me?!” Hayden didn’t flinch. His voice was like steel. “I’ve never accepted her as my stepmother. She’s just Michelle to me. And I’ll stand by her.” I gasped softly, my heart racing at his words. The blunt truth of them, the way he claimed me as woman and not as some awkward title forced by Elliot. Hayden was the only one who seemed to see me as myself and that made my chest ache in ways I wasn’t ready to confront. Elliott, however, exploded. “You ungrateful little bastard!” he thundered. “After everything I’ve done for you—” “Enough,” Hayden snapped, cutting him off with a force I’d never seen before. “You want to play dirty, fine. But tomorrow, you’re going to meet us for a negotiation. Face to face. No excuses.” “Negotiation?” Elliot spat the word like poison. “There’s nothing to negotiate! She signed the papers. It’s done.” Hayden’s voice dropped, ice-cold. “Tomorrow. One o’clock. You’ll be there, or I’ll make sure you regret it.” For the first time in years, I heard something in Elliot’s voice I’d never heard before: hesitation. A beat of silence. Then, through clenched teeth, “Fine. Tomorrow. But don’t think for a second this changes anything.” Hayden hung up before Elliott could say another word. The phone dropped onto the bed with a soft thud. My hands trembled, my heart raced, and all I could do was stare at Hayden in stunned silence. That fucking asshole of a man was really trying to destroy me!

Michelle’s POV I couldn’t believe I had ever fallen in love with such a monster. The phone slipped from Hayden’s hand onto the bed with a dull thud, but I could barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My whole body felt like it was vibrating with anger, dread, humiliation. Elliot’s voice still rang in my head, smug and cruel, taunting me like it always had. Naïve. Alone. Worthless. I didn’t realize I was shaking until Hayden moved closer. “Michelle…” His voice was softer now, low and careful, like he was approaching a wounded animal. He reached out and gently pulled me toward him. I didn’t resist. The moment his arms wrapped around me, the dam inside me cracked. His chest was firm against my cheek, steady and solid, nothing like the storm raging inside me. He held me tight, one hand rubbing slow circles on my back, and for the first time all morning, I felt myself breathing again. “It’s okay,” he whispered against my hair. “He can’t hurt you. Not while I’m here.” My fingers clutched his shirt. It was ridiculous how safe I felt, like my body knew something my mind refused to admit. I tilted my head slightly, my eyes meeting his. His face was so close. Too close. His jaw tightened like he was fighting something, his eyes searching mine as if asking a question without words. And for one dangerous second, I thought—no, I knew—he was going to kiss me. Worse, I wanted him to. My lips parted on instinct, and his breath brushed mine, warm and inviting. My heart thundered in my chest, begging me to close the inch of space between us. But reality crashed back like a bucket of ice water. I jerked away, stumbling back until the cold air replaced the heat of his arms. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I—I can’t.” Hayden froze, pain flashing across his face before he quickly masked it. He swallowed hard, looking away like he’d been burned. Guilt gnawed at me instantly. I hated seeing that look on his face, hated that I’d let things go too far. But no matter how much comfort I found in him, no matter how much I longed for it… he was still my stepson. The son of the very man I was fighting to free myself from. It was too twisted. Too wrong. I wrapped my arms around myself and forced my voice to sound steadier than I felt. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—” “You don’t have to explain,” he cut in, his voice tight but controlled. “I crossed a line.” Silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable. My chest ached from the weight of it, so I scrambled for a distraction. “Um,” I said quickly, my eyes darting anywhere but his face, “earlier—Natasha sounded terrified of you. How do you even know her?” Hayden blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift, but he sighed and leaned back against the dresser. “She… tried to work for me.” My brows shot up. “Work for you?” “She applied to be my assistant last year,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Came into the office all smiles, acting like she was God’s gift to the business world. But honestly? She was unprofessional as hell. Late to the interview, dressed like she was going to a nightclub instead of an office. I didn’t even bother considering her.” I couldn’t help the little gasp that left me. “She tried to be your assistant?” Hayden nodded, smirking slightly. “And when I told her no, she looked at me like I’d just slapped her.” The image of Natasha, usually so smug and full of herself, being rejected by Hayden, made me almost laugh despite myself. “Wait,” I said slowly, connecting dots, “you don’t think she was trying to… seduce you, do you?” His ears actually turned red. He coughed, avoiding my gaze. “Let’s just say… I had that impression.” My jaw dropped. “Oh my god. She actually tried?” Hayden groaned, covering his face with his hand. “She cornered me after the interview. Said something ridiculous like—‘I could give you special attention if you reconsider.’” I burst out laughing, unable to hold it back. The thought of Natasha throwing herself at Hayden, only to be turned down flat, was too good. “And what did you do?” I asked between giggles. “I told her,” he said, finally lowering his hand and looking half-amused, half-exasperated, “‘If by special attention you mean distracting me with incompetence, then congratulations—you’ve fucking already nailed it.’” I snorted, clapping a hand over my mouth. “You didn’t!” “I did,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “She stormed out, red as a tomato. I figured that was the end of it.” But it wasn’t. Because not long after, she’d somehow wormed her way into my father’s life. My smile faded, the laughter dying on my lips. “Then… why him? If she wanted you first, why would she settle for Elliott?” Hayden’s expression darkened. “She probably didn’t do it by choice.” He said and I frowned in confusion. Hayden sighed and continued. “I said that because that’s what my father does. He knows how to pull people in. He probably seduced her before she even realized it was happening.” I shivered, my stomach twisting. “How?” Hayden’s gaze met mine, steady but filled with something sharp. “He makes people feel seen. Like they’re special. He showers them with attention, compliments, gifts. And then, when they’re hooked, he starts pulling the strings. By the time they realize what’s happening, it’s too late. He’s already in control.” My throat went dry. Because every word he said… was exactly what had happened to me. I remembered being that wide-eyed eigtheen-year-old, flattered that an older, successful man noticed me. Elliot had told me I was brilliant, mature, beautiful, destined for more than just the ordinary. He’d promised to take care of me, to handle my debts, to make me his priority. And I’d believed him. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, the truth cutting deep. Natasha wasn’t just some opportunistic mistress. She’d been played, too. Young. Naïve. Manipulated by the same man who had ensnared me. I wanted to hate her, I did. God knows she’d made my life hell. But for the first time, I saw her not just as a rival, but as another pawn in Elliott’s twisted game. Hayden must have seen the conflict on my face because he stepped closer again, his voice softer. “Michelle… I know you want to hate her. And maybe she deserves some of it. But she’s just another victim of his manipulation. Like you were.” I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “But she—she flaunted it. She enjoyed hurting me.” “Because she thought that made her powerful,” Hayden said gently. “She doesn’t even realize she’s just another piece on his board. But I promise you—I’ll do my best to help both of you. You, and even her.” I looked up at him then, really looked at him. His eyes were steady, full of conviction, no trace of hesitation. Elliot had broken me down piece by piece over the years, made me believe I was nothing without him. But Hayden? He was building me back up, brick by brick, with nothing more than his words, his actions, his faith in me. And in that moment, I knew. Hayden wasn’t just some accidental comfort. He was godsent. But the problem was… could I accept him? Was I even allowed to accept him?

Michelle’s POV I thought Hayden would relax after the call ended, but I was so wrong; if anything, he doubled down more. The next morning before I was discharged, he insisted the doctors run “every possible test” on me. Blood work, scans, vitals, and many more things I didn’t even know existed. “Hayden,” I groaned, sitting on the hospital bed while another nurse drew blood. “I feel fine. You’re acting like I broke every bone in my body.” He crossed his arms, looming in the corner like some overprotective bodyguard. “You fainted, Michelle. That’s not ‘fine.’ That’s your body screaming for help.” I rolled my eyes, though secretly I liked the way he cared. “My body was screaming because you stressed me out with that phone call.” He gave me a flat look. “Don’t blame me. Blame him.” The nurse chuckled and slipped out with the vials of blood. I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “You’re impossible. I promise, I’m okay. Can we please go now?” “Not until the doctor clears you,” he said firmly. And just like that, I realized I wasn’t going to win. Not against him. When the doctor finally came in and assured him I was only dealing with stress and exhaustion, Hayden still peppered him with questions. “Should she be taking vitamins? Extra iron? What about supplements? Is there something to help with her energy—” “Hayden!” I cut him off, laughing. “You’re embarrassing me. I’m not eighty years old. I don’t need supplements and vitamins like a grandma.” He glanced at me, and though he looked dead serious, I swore I saw the corner of his mouth twitch like he was fighting a smile. Once I was finally discharged, he took my bag from me before I could even think about carrying it and guided me out of the hospital like I was made of glass. “Where to?” I asked as we stepped into the sunlight. “My place.” He opened the car door for me like a gentleman. I frowned, sliding into the seat. “Hayden, I can get a hotel. Really. I don’t want to invade your space longer than I already have.” His jaw tightened. “No hotel. You’re staying with me.” I tried again. “But—” “No buts,” he said, shutting the door before I could argue. I sighed. There was no winning this fight. And maybe a small, shameful part of me was relieved. At his place, he put me back in the guest room but, to my surprise, brought in a blanket and pillow and threw them onto the couch. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Sleeping here.” “In the guest room?” I blinked. “Yeah.” He shrugged, setting his pillow down like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Just in case you need something. I’ll be right here.” I stared at him, my heart twisting. He had no idea how much that meant. How much it hurt too. Because as I watched him fuss with the blanket, a sharp pang of jealousy hit me. Whoever he ended up marrying, whoever got to have this side of him forever was the luckiest woman alive. Damn it! The thought hurt so much I had to shove it away, bury it deep, and force myself to sleep. The next morning, the smell of coffee woke me. I stumbled into the kitchen to find Hayden already at the stove, flipping pancakes like some domestic dream. I groaned. “You’re doing it again.” He didn’t even look at me. “Doing what?” “Not letting me lift a finger. I can cook, you know.” “Sit,” he ordered, nodding toward the stool by the counter. “Breakfast is almost ready.” I pouted, plopping onto the stool. “You’re spoiling me. I’m going to get used to this.” He turned then, sliding a plate in front of me with a grin. “Maybe that’s the point.” I blinked, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Hayden…” He smirked, clearly enjoying how flustered I was. “What? I’m just saying, don’t fight it.” I hid my face behind my coffee cup, muttering, “You’re impossible.” The hours melted away too quickly, and before I knew it, 1 p.m. was staring us down like a looming shadow. Hayden dressed in a crisp shirt, looking sharp and intimidating. I felt underdressed in comparison, even though I’d chosen my nicest blouse. My hands shook as I tried to smooth the wrinkles out of my skirt. Hayden caught my fidgeting and touched my hand gently. “Hey. Don’t worry. I’m beside you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. His steady presence grounded me, and I clung to that as we drove to the restaurant. We arrived early, of course. Hayden always liked being in control. He chose a booth in the corner, facing the entrance, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk. We waited. And waited. Elliott arrived late, which was definitely done on purpose, I was sure of it. He strolled in with that smug smile plastered on his face, every step designed to remind us he was in charge. He slid into the seat across from us, leaning back leisurely. “Well, well. Looks like the happy little rebels beat me here.” I stiffened, but Hayden’s jaw clenched so hard I thought he might break a tooth. Then Elliott’s eyes flicked between us, narrowing. He smirked. “Tell me, Michelle… how long have you been seducing my son behind my back?” The words hit like a slap. My stomach dropped. Hayden shot forward, fists clenched on the table. “Don’t you dare—” “Hayden!” I cut him off quickly, my hand grabbing his arm. My voice shook but I forced myself to sound calm. “Don’t. That’s exactly what he wants. He’s trying to rile us up so we’ll lose control of our minds.” Elliot’s stupid smirk widened, satisfied, but I held Hayden’s gaze, silently begging him to stay calm. Hayden trembled with fury, but slowly—reluctantly, he leaned back, breathing hard. I squeezed his arm once more, grateful, before letting go. Elliot just sat there, smug and composed, as if he hadn’t just tried to set fire to the table.

Michelle’s POV The restaurant felt too polished and nice for a conversation like this. The white tablecloths, the faint clinking of glasses, and the low hum of polite chatter were all lovely. It was the kind of place where people sealed business deals and made proposals to their loved ones, not where marriages were falling apart or where husbands cheated their wives. So it was a little ironic that my life was crashing down in a place like this. My palms sweated against the linen napkin in my lap, but I forced myself to keep my chin high. Eliot leaned back in his chair, smug and perfectly composed, as though he’d been waiting for me to squirm. His eyes lingered on me far too long before shifting to Hayden like he owned both of us. I swallowed hard and pushed down my nerves. “Eliot,” I said softly, willing my voice not to shake. “Can we please… just find a way to have an amicable divorce? No games, no hostility, no drama. Just peace. We can both walk away with our dignity.” His jaw flexed, and the smugness twisted into something sharper. “Amicable? No, Michelle. I’m not the one who is being stubborn here, You forget my dear Michelle that you signed a prenup. You’ll abide by it. Every word. Every rule. That’s the agreement and everything will be fine. Simple.” My stomach sank, but anger quickly replaced the fear. “That’s not fair, Eliot and you know it.” I snapped, surprising even myself. “I’ve been nothing but faithful to you. I’ve been a good wife, no I have been a great wife to you, much more than you deserve. I gave up everything to stand by your side, and this is how you repay me? By using some stupid prenup to chain me to you?” His lips curved into a cold smile. “Then maybe we shouldn’t divorce at all. Haven’t you thought about that?” For a moment, I just stared at him. My mind couldn’t process the words fast enough. “What?” “You heard me.” His tone was smooth, almost casual. “Why end the marriage? Stay with me Michelle, let’s pretend nothing happened and go back to how nice things used to be. That’s what people do when they’re mature enough to accept reality.” My heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears. “Mature people? Reality?” My laugh came out sharp and bitter. “You were the one who destroyed this marriage the moment you cheated like an immature boy. Don’t you dare stand there and act like I’m the one who’s being unreasonable.” Eliot leaned forward now, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. “You are my only wife, Michelle. My only legal wife. That should be all that matters to you.” Something inside me cracked at those words. He didn’t care about love, respect, or loyalty—only titles. Only control. Before I could reply, Hayden’s voice cut through the tension, firm and sharp. “She deserves better. She deserves to be with a man who treats her like the only queen in his world, not a pawn in his games.” My heart squeezed. I glanced at Hayden, and the intensity in his eyes nearly stole my breath. Eliot’s gaze snapped to him, narrowing dangerously. “And who,” he asked slowly, “is going to give her that? You?” Hayden opened his mouth. “I—” “Stop,” I blurted, my hand shooting out to touch Hayden’s arm. I couldn’t let him say it. Not here. Not in front of Eliot. “Please, don’t.” Hayden clenched his jaw but fell silent, his hand curling into a fist on the table. I turned back to Eliot, trying to steady my voice. “I’m begging you,” I said softly, meeting his eyes. “Please. Let me go. I’ll return everything you gave me, I don’t care about the money or the house or anything. Just… at least honor one thing. You promised you’d take care of my student debt. You refused to let me work, Eliot. The least you can do is pay off the debt like you said you would.” For the first time since he walked in, Eliot’s expression softened. He studied me quietly, almost contemplatively. Then he leaned back, his tone gentler. “Michelle… you’re asking me to throw everything away. But what if I could fix this? Give me another chance.” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “Five years.” He held up his hand, as if that was some kind of compromise. “Give me five years to prove I can right my wrongs. And if after that you still want to leave, I’ll let you go. No prenup. No fight.” Five years. The words echoed in my head like a death sentence. Five more years of living with a manipulative cheat? Five years of pretending? Five years of feeling like my soul was being drained one day at a time? The horror must have shown on my face, because Eliot smirked faintly, as though my revulsion amused him. He reached across the table suddenly, his hand stretching toward mine. “You’re still my wife, Michelle. That bond doesn’t break so easily.” Before his fingers could touch me, Hayden’s hand shot out and smacked him away with a sharp crack. “Don’t touch her,” Hayden growled, his voice low and dangerous. Eliot’s eyes darkened. He pulled his hand back slowly, suspicion flickering across his face. His gaze flicked between me and Hayden, studying the space between us like a predator sniffing out weakness. His lips curled into a sly smile. “Tell me… are you two sleeping together?” My breath hitched, caught somewhere between shock and fear. The air thickened instantly, the question hanging like a storm cloud over the table. Hayden’s chair screeched as he shifted forward, fury blazing in his eyes. And I froze, every muscle in my body tightening, knowing this was the moment everything could turn to shit..

“Are you two sleeping together?” “What?” Hayden growled. “I asked if you are fucking her!” The moment Eliot’s smug words left his mouth, I saw Hayden snap. His chair screeched across the polished restaurant floor as he surged forward, his fists slamming onto the table so hard the silverware rattled. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!” he snarled, his voice low but sharp enough to cut the air. Eliot leaned back, infuriatingly calm, like this was all part of some twisted game. “Look at you,” he said with a cruel chuckle. “So protective of her. That’s not the way a stepson behaves, Hayden. Unless, of course—” That was it. Hayden lunged, his hand gripping the edge of the table as he leaned across it, his face inches from his father’s. “You disgust me. You cheated on her, humiliated her, and now you sit here pretending you’re some kind of victim? You’re pathetic.” Eliot’s own composure cracked. He stood up so fast his chair toppled backward with a clatter that made heads turn across the restaurant. “Watch your mouth, boy,” he hissed, his face red with fury. People were staring now. The low hum of the restaurant had gone silent. I shot to my feet, my pulse hammering. “Stop it!” I grabbed Hayden’s arm, but his muscles were tense like steel. He wasn’t backing down. Eliot’s hand twitched at his side, like he was ready to swing, and panic shot through me. “Hayden!” I hissed, tugging harder on his arm. “Don’t… please, don’t do this here.” But he didn’t move. His jaw was clenched, eyes locked on his father like he wanted nothing more than to throw the first punch. Eliot sneered. “Go ahead. Hit me. Show everyone what a disrespectful brat you are.” “Stop it!” My voice cracked louder this time, drawing more stares. I shoved myself between them, pressing a hand to each of their chests to keep them apart. “This is insane! Do you want to make a scene in front of everyone?” “Michelle—” Hayden’s voice was ragged, furious. “No!” I snapped, glaring up at him. “You’re better than this. Don’t give him what he wants.” For a moment, all I heard was the sound of their heavy breathing because the tension so thick I thought someone might still swing. My hands trembled against their chests, and I forced my eyes to Hayden’s. “Please,” I whispered, softer now. “Come with me. Don’t let him drag you down to his level.” Something flickered in Hayden’s eyes… it was conflict, rage, and finally restraint. Slowly, with obvious effort, he stepped back. His chest heaved, his fists still balled so tightly his knuckles were white. Eliot smirked, straightening his jacket like he’d won something. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, though I could see the faint twitch in his jaw. “Enough,” I said firmly, my voice steadier than I felt. I grabbed Hayden’s hand,it was warm, shaking with contained anger and tugged him toward the exit. “We’re leaving.” Hayden resisted for a split second, his glare still locked on his father, but then he let me lead him away. The restaurant murmurs swelled behind us as curious eyes followed, whispers buzzing as Eliot sat back down with that insufferable smugness plastered across his face. I didn’t breathe until we were outside in the cool air, away from the suffocating tension of that room. I finally turned to Hayden, who was pacing like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t believe him,” he growled, voice rough. “The way he talked to you, the way he tried to twist everything.. God, I should’ve—” “You should’ve what?” I cut in, my own voice sharp. “Punched him in front of a whole restaurant? Given him exactly what he wanted? Hayden, don’t you see? He’s baiting you. He wants you to lose control so he can use it against us.” Hayden froze, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. Then his gaze softened as it landed on me. “I just… I can’t stand the way he treats you.” His voice cracked slightly, raw with emotion. My throat tightened. I wanted to tell him how much it meant to have him on my side, but I also knew we had to be careful. “I know,” I said gently, laying a hand on his arm. “But we can’t let him win by pulling us into his mess.” Hayden sighed heavily, nodding, though his jaw was still tight. Before either of us could say more, my phone buzzed in my bag. I fumbled it out, desperate for a distraction, and saw the name on the screen: Ms. Callahan. Our lawyer. I exchanged a look with Hayden, then answered. “Hello?” “Michelle,” Ms. Callahan’s calm but serious voice came through. “I’ve been reviewing your case, and I think I have some news. Can you and Hayden come to my office tomorrow morning?” Hope flickered in my chest, fragile but there. “News? What kind of news?” “I’d rather discuss it in person,” she replied firmly. “But I believe there may be a path forward we hadn’t considered before.” I swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. “Okay. Yes. We’ll be there.” After she hung up, I lowered the phone slowly, my mind spinning. Hayden stepped closer, his brows furrowed. “What did she say?” “She wants us to come to her office tomorrow.” I let out a shaky breath. “She says she has news. Maybe… maybe there’s hope after all.” For the first time that day, I saw Hayden’s shoulders relax slightly. His hand brushed mine, deliberate and reassuring. “There’s always hope,” he said softly. I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But as the night air swirled around us, I couldn’t shake the image of Eliot’s smirk burned into my memory, or the gnawing fear of what tomorrow might bring.

Michelle’s POV The next morning came too soon. I barely slept, tossing and turning all night with flashes of Eliot’s smug face taunting me and Hayden’s steady voice promising he’d be by my side. By the time Hayden knocked on my guest room door, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. “You ready?” His deep voice carried through the wood. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, just give me a second.” When I opened the door, he was waiting there, dressed in a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up, like he was going to war instead of to see a lawyer. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable. “You didn’t sleep much, did you?” he asked, studying my face. I shrugged, trying to hide the truth. “I’m fine.” He didn’t believe me—he never did—but he didn’t press. Instead, he simply reached for my bag. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Ms. Callahan’s office was spotless and intimidating, every file in perfect stacks, every pen in line, like a place where no one could hide a single secret. She greeted us warmly and gestured to the chairs opposite her desk. “I appreciate you both coming on such short notice,” she said, folding her hands. Hayden leaned forward immediately. “You said you had news.” His voice was clipped, impatient, like he was already bracing for the worst. “Yes.” Ms. Callahan adjusted her glasses, then looked directly at me. “Michelle, I’ve been reviewing your situation. The prenup is strong, I won’t lie. But there’s a potential angle.” I stiffened. “An angle?” “If we can show a pattern of Eliot manipulating women—deceiving them the way he deceived you into signing—you might have a chance to challenge the validity of the prenup in court.” For a moment, her words didn’t register. Then my stomach twisted. “Manipulating women…” My voice trailed off. “You mean I’d have to… what? Prove he did the same thing to others?” “Exactly,” Ms. Callahan confirmed. “We need evidence. Records, testimonies, even correspondence. Anything that shows this wasn’t a one,time mistake but part of his character.” Hayden’s hands curled into fists on his knees. “That means she’d have to go near him again.” I looked at him, my pulse quickening at the sharp edge in his tone. “Hayden…” His eyes softened when they landed on me, but his voice stayed hard. “I don’t like it. At all.” Ms. Callahan gave a small sympathetic smile. “I understand it’s difficult, but it could be the strongest case we have.” I leaned back in my chair, my chest tight. The thought of being near Eliot again—pretending, listening, smiling just enough to draw him out—made me sick. I’d spent years locked in that role already. The idea of putting myself back into it, even temporarily, felt unbearable. “I don’t know if I can do that,” I admitted softly. Hayden reached for my hand, squeezing it under the desk. “You shouldn’t have to.” Ms. Callahan’s gaze flicked between us, but she didn’t comment. “It’s your choice,” she said gently. “But if you want a fighting chance, this is the path.” The ride back was tense. Hayden was silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought it might snap. Finally, I whispered, “You’re angry.” “Of course I’m angry,” he shot back, his voice rough. “You’ve already been through hell with him, and now they’re asking you to walk back into it. How is that fair?” “It’s not about fair,” I said quietly. “It’s about survival.” His knuckles whitened further. “I don’t want you anywhere near him again.” My chest warmed at the fierce protectiveness in his voice. I swallowed. “What if it’s the only way I can finally be free of him?” He didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed, eyes fixed on the road. Finally, he muttered, “Then I’ll be there every second. He won’t get near you unless I’m in the room.” A small, shaky laugh slipped out of me. “You make it sound like a war.” He turned his head, his eyes meeting mine for the briefest moment. “It is.” That evening, after I’d been pacing the guest room for an hour, Hayden knocked and called me downstairs. “What is it?” I asked cautiously when I reached the bottom of the staircase. He was standing in the dining room, a table set with candles and two plates steaming with food. I blinked. “What’s all this?” “Dinner.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but his lips curved into a half,smile. “I thought you deserved something normal. A night without lawyers or prenups or his name hanging over your head.” My throat tightened. “You did all this… for me?” “Don’t make it weird,” he teased lightly, pulling out a chair for me. “Just sit down.” I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips as I sat. The food smelled delicious, and the flicker of the candles made the whole room feel softer, safer. We ate slowly, talking about little things at first—movies we liked, places we wanted to travel someday. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. At one point, I laughed at something he said, and he froze, staring at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “What?” I asked, suddenly self,conscious. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. But his voice was softer now. “I just… I like seeing you smile.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I looked down at my plate, suddenly shy. “You say things like that too easily.” “They’re not easy,” he replied quietly. “They’re just true.” My heart thudded painfully. I reminded myself—over and over—that he was my stepson. That this was dangerous. Wrong. But when he reached across the table and gently brushed his fingers against mine, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I looked up, straight into his eyes. The room went silent, the world narrowing to just the two of us. “Michelle…” he whispered, his voice low and rough. And before I could stop it, before I could think, he leaned across the table and kissed me. It was soft at first, tentative, but it sent a shock through me, stealing my breath. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. For a moment, I kissed him back, my fingers curling against his hand. Then reality slammed into me. I jerked back, breathless, horrified. “Oh my God.” I pressed a trembling hand to my lips. “Hayden, we can’t… I can’t…” He looked at me, his eyes dark with emotion, his lips parted like he wanted to argue. But I saw the pain in his expression when I shook my head. “This is wrong,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You’re my stepson. I’m still trying to divorce your father, and now this—” He flinched like I’d struck him, his jaw tightening. “You think I don’t know that?” His voice cracked with frustration. “But I can’t help how I feel about you.” My heart ached at the raw honesty in his words. But I forced myself to turn away, gripping the edge of the table to keep from reaching for him again. “I can’t fall for you,” I said softly, more to myself than to him. “I can’t.” The silence that followed was heavy, filled with everything we weren’t saying. I closed my eyes, my chest aching with the truth I was too afraid to admit—because deep down, I already was.

Michelle’s POV The smell of coffee filled the kitchen the next morning, rich and warm, but it did nothing to ease the knot twisting and turning in my stomach. Hayden was already at the counter, pouring himself a mug, his dark hair still messy from sleep. He looked unfairly good like that sinfully tousled, broad-shouldered with the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. Damn he looked delicious I swallowed hard and pulled out a chair, trying to keep my eyes anywhere but on him. The table, the fridge magnets, the damn salt shaker anything was safer than his face. “Morning,” he said, his voice still rough with sleep. “Morning,” I muttered, keeping my tone breezy as I picked up the slice of toast he’d left for me. My hands shook a little, and I cursed myself for it. Because all I could think about was last night. That kiss. That moment. His hand on my cheek, the heat of his mouth against mine, and the way my body had melted without permission. I had spent the entire night tossing in bed, my dreams filled with things I wasn’t allowed to imagine about him. It left me raw, flustered, and embarrassed beyond words. “You slept okay?” Hayden asked, sliding into the chair across from me. “Yeah,” I lied quickly, biting into the toast and chewing like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He narrowed his eyes. “Really.” “Mm-hmm,” I hummed, reaching for my coffee. The bitter heat scalded my tongue, but I welcomed it. Anything to keep me from blurting out the truth, that I’d dreamt of him kissing me again, of more than kissing. Silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I stared at my plate, feeling him watch me. Finally, he set down his mug with a thud. “Okay, what’s going on with you?” he asked bluntly. “You’re avoiding me. You’ve barely looked at me since you sat down.” I forced a laugh, too light, too fake. “I’m not avoiding you.” His brows rose. “Michelle, you couldn’t even look at me when you said that.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I focused on cutting my toast into tiny squares, pretending like I didn’t notice his stare drilling into me. “I just didn’t sleep much, that’s all. Nothing’s wrong.” “Bullshit,” he said softly. I glanced up at him then, startled by the seriousness in his tone. His gaze was steady, searching, and it made my breath hitch. For a second, I thought about telling him the truth… that my dreams had been filled with him, that every part of me was aching with a confusing want I couldn’t admit out loud. But the words stuck in my throat. So instead, I shook my head and pushed the plate away. “Drop it, Hayden. Please.” His jaw tightened, but he let out a slow breath and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. For now.” Relief rushed through me, but it was short-lived. Because his next question made my stomach drop. “So, how do you plan to get evidence on my father?” I froze, fingers gripping my coffee mug. “I… I’ve been thinking about that,” I said carefully. “And?” I met his eyes, steeling myself. “The only way is to get close to him again. To… to move back into the house for a while. Stay under the same roof. Watch. Listen.” The reaction was instant. His mug slammed down, liquid sloshing over the rim. His expression darkened. “Absolutely not.” “Hayden—” “No, Michelle. You’re not moving back in with him. Do you have any idea what you’re asking? He’s manipulative, cruel, and unpredictable. He’ll eat you alive if you’re not careful.” His voice was sharp, almost frantic. “I know,” I said softly. “But it’s the only way. The lawyer made it clear to Hayden that I need proof of his behavior. I can’t get that from a distance. He’ll never show his true self if I stay away.” He shook his head, raking a hand through his hair. “So what, you’re just going to walk back into his house and play the obedient wife while he parades Natasha around?” The name stung like acid. Natasha. The mistress who had been flaunted so openly while I was shoved aside. I forced myself to keep my expression calm. “If that’s what it takes, then yes.” Hayden’s fists clenched on the table. His eyes burned with frustration. “You’ll break yourself doing this. Don’t you get it? He doesn’t deserve another chance to hurt you.” I reached across the table before I could think better of it, laying my hand lightly over his. “I’ll be fine. I’m stronger than he thinks. And I won’t be alone you’ll be right here, waiting for me.” He stared at our joined hands, his throat working like he was holding back words. Finally, he exhaled, long and heavy. “I hate this,” he muttered. “I know.” I squeezed his hand. “But it’s the only way forward.” Reluctantly, he nodded. “Fine. But I’m driving you there. And you call me every single day, do you hear me? If he so much as breathes wrong around you, I want to know.” A smile tugged at my lips despite the heaviness in my chest. “You sound like a worried parent.” He shot me a look. “I’m serious, Michelle. Promise me.” “Okay, okay,” I said, teasing lightly. “I promise. I’ll call you every day. Happy?” “Not even close,” he grumbled, but his grip on my hand softened. Later, when the car rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling iron gates of Eliot’s compound, my stomach twisted in knots. The mansion loomed ahead like a fortress, beautiful and cold. I wanted to throw up. I reached for the door handle, but Hayden’s hand shot out, catching mine. His palm was warm, firm. I turned, startled, to find his gaze locked on mine. “Promise me again,” he said quietly. “Every day. And if you’re in trouble—even a little bit—you call. Immediately.” I smiled faintly, trying to mask the storm inside me. “You’re relentless, you know that?” “Promise me,” he pressed. My chest tightened. “I promise,” I whispered. He held my gaze for a long moment, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my cheek. The warmth lingered, leaving me flustered as I quickly grabbed my bag and pushed the door open before I could betray how much it affected me. Walking up the stone steps, my legs felt like lead. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. It swung open a moment later, and Eliot stood there, tall and imposing in his perfectly pressed suit. His eyes widened at the sight of me—and the suitcase in my hand. “Michelle?” His voice was edged with disbelief. I lifted my chin, keeping my tone calm. “I’m moving back in.” His brows shot up, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “Moving back in? Why?” “Because we’re still married,” I said smoothly. “And because I don’t have any money. I need to start figuring out how to handle my student loans since you never let me work. Until then, this is the only option I have.” He smirked, leaning against the doorframe like he was already savoring some private victory. “So the princess has finally realized she’s not so independent after all.” I tightened my grip on the suitcase handle but forced myself to stay composed. “Think whatever you want. I’m here because it makes sense.” His eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Michelle. You’ll come to your senses soon enough. And when you do, you’ll see that you belong right here. With me.” The words made my skin crawl, but I pasted on a neutral expression, forcing myself not to flinch. “We’ll see,” I said quietly. And with that, I stepped inside, dragging the suitcase over the polished marble floor.

Michelle’s POV The smell of coffee filled the kitchen the next morning, rich and warm, but it did nothing to ease the knot twisting and turning in my stomach. Hayden was already at the counter, pouring himself a mug, his dark hair still messy from sleep. He looked unfairly good like that sinfully tousled, broad-shouldered with the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. Damn he looked delicious I swallowed hard and pulled out a chair, trying to keep my eyes anywhere but on him. The table, the fridge magnets, the damn salt shaker anything was safer than his face. “Morning,” he said, his voice still rough with sleep. “Morning,” I muttered, keeping my tone breezy as I picked up the slice of toast he’d left for me. My hands shook a little, and I cursed myself for it. Because all I could think about was last night. That kiss. That moment. His hand on my cheek, the heat of his mouth against mine, and the way my body had melted without permission. I had spent the entire night tossing in bed, my dreams filled with things I wasn’t allowed to imagine about him. It left me raw, flustered, and embarrassed beyond words. “You slept okay?” Hayden asked, sliding into the chair across from me. “Yeah,” I lied quickly, biting into the toast and chewing like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. He narrowed his eyes. “Really.” “Mm-hmm,” I hummed, reaching for my coffee. The bitter heat scalded my tongue, but I welcomed it. Anything to keep me from blurting out the truth, that I’d dreamt of him kissing me again, of more than kissing. Silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I stared at my plate, feeling him watch me. Finally, he set down his mug with a thud. “Okay, what’s going on with you?” he asked bluntly. “You’re avoiding me. You’ve barely looked at me since you sat down.” I forced a laugh, too light, too fake. “I’m not avoiding you.” His brows rose. “Michelle, you couldn’t even look at me when you said that.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I focused on cutting my toast into tiny squares, pretending like I didn’t notice his stare drilling into me. “I just didn’t sleep much, that’s all. Nothing’s wrong.” “Bullshit,” he said softly. I glanced up at him then, startled by the seriousness in his tone. His gaze was steady, searching, and it made my breath hitch. For a second, I thought about telling him the truth… that my dreams had been filled with him, that every part of me was aching with a confusing want I couldn’t admit out loud. But the words stuck in my throat. So instead, I shook my head and pushed the plate away. “Drop it, Hayden. Please.” His jaw tightened, but he let out a slow breath and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. For now.” Relief rushed through me, but it was short-lived. Because his next question made my stomach drop. “So, how do you plan to get evidence on my father?” I froze, fingers gripping my coffee mug. “I… I’ve been thinking about that,” I said carefully. “And?” I met his eyes, steeling myself. “The only way is to get close to him again. To… to move back into the house for a while. Stay under the same roof. Watch. Listen.” The reaction was instant. His mug slammed down, liquid sloshing over the rim. His expression darkened. “Absolutely not.” “Hayden—” “No, Michelle. You’re not moving back in with him. Do you have any idea what you’re asking? He’s manipulative, cruel, and unpredictable. He’ll eat you alive if you’re not careful.” His voice was sharp, almost frantic. “I know,” I said softly. “But it’s the only way. The lawyer made it clear Hayden so I need proof of his behavior. I can’t get that from a distance. He’ll never show his true self if I stay away.” He shook his head, raking a hand through his hair. “So what, you’re just going to walk back into his house and play the obedient wife while he parades Natasha around?” The name stung like acid. Natasha. The mistress who had been flaunted so openly while I was shoved aside. I forced myself to keep my expression calm. “If that’s what it takes, then yes.” Hayden’s fists clenched on the table. His eyes burned with frustration. “You’ll break yourself doing this. Don’t you get it? He doesn’t deserve another chance to hurt you.” I reached across the table before I could think better of it, laying my hand lightly over his. “I’ll be fine. I’m stronger than he thinks. And I won’t be alone you’ll be right here, waiting for me.” He stared at our joined hands, his throat working like he was holding back words. Finally, he exhaled, long and heavy. “I hate this,” he muttered. “I know.” I gave his hand a squeeze. “But it’s the only way forward.” Reluctantly, he nodded. “Fine. But I’m driving you there. And you call me every single day, do you hear me? If he so much as breathes wrong around you, I want to know.” A smile tugged at my lips despite the heaviness in my chest. “You sound like a worried parent.” He shot me a look. “I’m serious, Michelle. Promise me.” “Okay, okay,” I said, teasing lightly. “I promise. I’ll call you every day. Happy?” “Not even close,” he grumbled, but his grip on my hand softened. Later, when the car rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling iron gates of Eliot’s compound, my stomach twisted in knots. The mansion loomed ahead like a fortress, beautiful and cold. I wanted to throw up. I reached for the door handle, but Hayden’s hand shot out, catching mine. His palm was warm, firm. I turned, startled, to find his gaze locked on mine. “Promise me again,” he said quietly. “Every day. And if you’re in trouble—even a little bit—you call. Immediately.” I smiled faintly, trying to mask the storm inside me. “You’re relentless, you know that?” “Promise me,” he pressed. My chest tightened. “I promise,” I whispered. He held my gaze for a long moment, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my cheek. The warmth lingered, leaving me flustered as I quickly grabbed my bag and pushed the door open before I could betray how much it affected me. Walking up the stone steps, my legs felt like lead. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. It swung open a moment later, and Eliot stood there, tall and imposing in his perfectly pressed suit. His eyes widened at the sight of me—and the suitcase in my hand. “Michelle?” His voice was edged with disbelief. I lifted my chin, keeping my tone calm. “I’m moving back in.” His brows shot up, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “Moving back in? Why?” “Because we’re still married,” I said smoothly. “And because I don’t have any money. I need to start figuring out how to handle my student loans since you never let me work. Until then, this is the only option I have.” He smirked, leaning against the doorframe like he was already savoring some private victory. “So the princess has finally realized she’s not so independent after all.” I tightened my grip on the suitcase handle but forced myself to stay composed. “Think whatever you want. I’m here because it makes sense.” His eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Michelle. You’ll come to your senses soon enough. And when you do, you’ll see that you belong right here. With me.” The words made my skin crawl, but I pasted on a neutral expression, forcing myself not to flinch. “We’ll see,” I said quietly. And with that, I stepped inside, dragging the suitcase over the polished marble floor.

Michelle’s POV The moment Eliot stepped aside and I dragged my suitcase through the doorway, a sharp gasp echoed across the foyer. I didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. Natasha stood at the foot of the grand staircase, her perfectly styled hair falling over her shoulders, lips parted in shock. She looked like she’d just seen a ghost. “What—what is she doing back here?” Natasha’s voice trembled with disbelief as her eyes darted between me and Eliot. Eliot’s hand settled casually on the small of my back, like he was proud to display me. “Michelle’s moving back in,” he said smoothly. “She’s still my wife.” Natasha’s jaw dropped. “You told me—” Her face flushed a furious red. “You told me I would be the only woman here. That this was our home now.” I bit down on the inside of my cheek, hard, to keep from smiling at the irony. Of course Eliot had promised her that. He probably whispered the same things to a dozen women. And yet here she was, clinging to him like he was her entire world. A part of me, the part that still hated this endless battle, secretly wished Eliot would just divorce me outright and hand the crown to her. If she wanted to play wife so badly, she could have the fucker with his lies, affairs, manipulation and all. But no, Eliot would never make it that simple. Eliot’s expression hardened as he turned to Natasha. “You’re being childish,” he scolded. “Michelle is still legally my wife. That doesn’t change just because you don’t like it.” Her eyes widened at his sharp tone. “But you promised me—” “I said stop it.” His voice cut like ice. “Don’t forget your place, Natasha.” Her lips quivered, but she bit them shut, blinking fast as if holding back tears. For a moment I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Without another word, Eliot straightened his jacket and strode toward his study, muttering something about a phone call he had to make. The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving silence in his wake. Natasha stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, fists clenched, her chest heaving with angry breaths. I could see it all over her face—she was about to storm off. “Natasha, wait,” I said quickly. She spun around, eyes blazing. “What? Haven’t you humiliated me enough?” I held up both hands. “I’m not here to fight with you.” Her lips curled. “Really? Because showing up with your suitcase says otherwise.” “I didn’t have a choice,” I said calmly, keeping my tone level. “But listen, I don’t want to be here either. The truth is, I want out. And if you want him so badly, you can have him. But I need your help.” That caught her off guard. Her brows knitted together, suspicion flashing in her gaze. “Help you? Why would I ever do that?” “Because we want the same thing,” I said softly. “You want me gone, right? Well, so do I.” Her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You’re lying.” I took a slow breath, forcing myself not to show how desperate I really felt. “I’m not lying, Natasha. I’m tired. I’m done with this marriage. But Eliot won’t let go easily. If I try to leave, he drags me back in. If I push, he pushes harder. You’ve seen it.” Her eyes flickered, doubt warring with curiosity. “Please,” I pressed gently. “I need to understand how things really are between you two. How this even started. Maybe then I can figure out a way to convince him to let me go.” She hesitated, her shoulders rising and falling with shallow breaths. For a long moment, I thought she’d storm off anyway. But finally, she exhaled, her lips tightening. “You really want to know?” she asked. “Yes,” I said firmly. Natasha’s gaze drifted away, unfocused, as though she were slipping back into the memory. “I came here because of you, actually.” I blinked. “Me?” She nodded, almost shyly. “I admired you. Everyone talked about Michelle the woman who had it all. The perfect wife, the perfect life, the house, the clothes, the charm. You seemed untouchable. I thought… maybe if I worked with you, I could learn. Be like you.” My stomach twisted uneasily. “So you came to work with me because you admired me.” Her lips curved into a strange, almost dreamy smile. “At first. But then… I realized I didn’t have to be like you. I could just take what you had. Step into your life. Why be a shadow when I could be the star?” I stared at her, horror prickling through me. She sounded almost unhinged. “So you decided to steal my husband?” “It wasn’t like that,” she snapped, defensive. Then she faltered. “Not at first. He noticed me. He… made me feel special.” Her voice softened, almost reverent. “Like I mattered. Like I was beautiful in a way no one had ever said before. And once you’ve felt that—once he makes you feel like you’re the center of his universe—you don’t want to let it go. You just… you want to please him. Over and over again.” Her eyes glittered with something I couldn’t quite name.the sick devotion? Obsession? It sent a chill down my spine. In that moment, I realized something important: Natasha wasn’t just cruel or jealous. She had been young, naive, and vulnerable. And Eliot had seen it. He’d shaped her, molded her, turned her into this… fervent worshiper. Just another victim of his manipulation. I needed proof of his behavior, and maybe she could be my way to get it. But before I could press further, Natasha’s dreamy look vanished. Her eyes snapped back to mine, sharp and cold. “You should leave, Michelle,” she said suddenly. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Leave Eliot. Before it’s too late.” My pulse kicked up. “Too late for what?” Her lips curled into a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have to get rid of you myself.” The words hit like ice water. For a second, I thought I’d misheard. But her expression didn’t waver. A shiver ran down my spine. Was she bluffing? Or was she truly that far gone? As she turned and walked up the stairs, her heels clicking sharply against the marble, I stood frozen in the foyer, my heart pounding. Was Natasha just angry and dramatic? Or was she genuinely dangerous? I wasn’t sure. And that uncertainty gnawed at me as I dragged my suitcase toward the guest room, forcing myself to breathe evenly. One thing was clear though: Eliot wasn’t the only problem in this house.

Michelle’s POV I had only been back in Eliot’s house for one night, and already I felt like I’d aged five years. The walls themselves felt heavy, suffocating, almost as though they carried every whispered lie and betrayal Eliot had ever told. I couldn’t breathe here. I couldn’t fucking relax. And worst of all I truly missed Hayden. The thought made me press a palm against my chest. Missed him. My stepson. The man I had sworn not to think about that way. But the truth sat heavy and undeniable inside me: his presence had been my comfort, his voice my anchor. And now, surrounded by marble floors and cold chandeliers, I only felt empty without him. I pulled out my phone before I could overthink it and dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring. “Michelle?” His voice was sharp, urgent. “What’s wrong? Did he do something? Do I need to come get you?” I blinked at the screen, startled. “What? No, no, Hayden—calm down. Nothing happened.” “Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, his voice lower now, dangerous. “If my father laid a fucking hand on you—” I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing, the sound shaky but real. “Hayden, stop. Honestly. He hasn’t done anything improper. I promise. You sound like you’re about to storm in here with an army.” His heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “Don’t joke about that. I would. You know I would.” I softened, my grip on the phone tightening. “I know. And I appreciate it. But I’m fine, Hayden. Really.” There was a pause, as if he was trying to measure whether he believed me. Finally, he muttered, “You don’t sound fine.” I sank onto the edge of the stiff guest bed, staring at the patterned carpet. “I’m tired,” I admitted. “But I also think… I might finally be onto something. I talked to Natasha today.” That got his attention. “You what?” “Relax,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t planned. She cornered me after Eliot left. But it was… interesting. Very interesting, actually. She admitted things without realizing she was admitting them. The way he manipulated her, how he made her feel like she was special, like she was the only one. It was the same thing he did to me, Hayden. Exactly the same tactics. If I can get her to open up more on camera or if I can find other women like her and get them on tape, I can prove he has a pattern. Enough evidence that the prenup won’t crush me in court.” The line was quiet for a beat, then I heard him exhale. “Michelle… that’s brilliant.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Brilliant?” “Yes. You’re finally seeing his game for what it is and turning it against him.” His tone sharpened with conviction. “That’s exactly what you need to do. You can win this. You will win this.” My lips parted, shocked by the certainty in his voice. No one had ever spoken about me like that. Not my parents, who’d always thought I was soft and fragile. Not Eliot, who had done nothing but make me doubt myself. But Hayden… he sounded like he truly believed I was capable. Strong. Worthy. “I…” My voice wavered. “I don’t know what to say to that.” “Say you believe it too,” he countered. My chest squeezed tight. “No one has ever held me in such high esteem before,” I whispered. There was a pause, then his voice came low and rough. “That’s because no one’s been paying attention. But I have.” The words struck me like lightning. My breath caught. “You’ve… been watching me?” “Yes.” His confession came without hesitation. “From the very beginning. Even when I acted like I hated you.” My mind spun. “Wait—you mean all those years you looked at me like I was an inconvenience, like you couldn’t stand me—” He sighed heavily. “It wasn’t because of you. It was because of him. I hated that he had you. That he got to keep you under his roof, claim you as his wife, when he didn’t deserve you for a second.” I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. “So all that time… you were watching me.” “Yes.” I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “How long, Hayden?” For the first time, he hesitated. I heard the sound of him shifting, clearing his throat. “It doesn’t matter.” “That’s not an answer.” “Michelle,” he said quickly, deflecting, “you should focus on the case. On Eliot. Not on me.” I narrowed my eyes at the screen, but decided to let it go.. for now. But One day, I would ask again. One day, I’d make him answer. Before I could push, his voice dropped into something darker, something that made heat stir in my stomach. “Tell me something, Michelle…” “What?” I asked warily. “What are you wearing right now?” My face flamed instantly. “Hayden!” “What?” His tone was pure, wicked amusement. “You’re the one who called me. I’m just asking a simple question.” “It’s not a simple question,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of my T-shirt. “Then answer it.” His voice came smoother now, almost seductive. “Don’t make me guess.” I buried my face in my hand. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe. But you’re blushing, aren’t you?” My heart leapt. “I am not.” “You are,” he teased. “I can hear it in your voice. Michelle… turn your camera on.” I froze. “No way.” “Please,” he pressed, his voice dropping into that husky timbre that made me weak. “Let me see you… Just for a minute.” “Hayden…” “I need to see you. Please.” My resolve cracked under the weight of his pleading tone. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. And then, with a shaky breath, I pressed the button. The call flipped to video, and suddenly his face filled the screen. His eyes widened instantly, then softened. “God,” he whispered, leaning closer to his camera. “What?” I stammered, my skin burning. He let out a long, deep breath, his gaze roaming over me slowly, reverently. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My cheeks burned hotter than fire as his eyes drank me in, his silence more powerful than any words. And in that suspended moment, I forgot all about Eliot, about the prenup, about Natasha upstairs. All I felt was the dangerous pull between us.

Title this chapter for me Michelle’s POV I could feel my cheeks heat up the second Hayden’s voice deepened through the phone. “You look so fucking beautiful it hurts,” he said softly, and I almost dropped the phone. “W-What?” I stammered, feeling the flush creep down my neck. I’d only flipped the camera on because he begged like his life depended on it, and now he was staring at me like I was something out of a painting. Hayden gave me that half-smile of his, the one that looked a little cocky but mostly devastating. “You heard me. You’re gorgeous, Michelle. I wish you were here… with me.” My stomach twisted with a warmth I tried to ignore. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, trying to look away but failing. I was smiling… God help me, I was smiling. “Don’t say things like that. You’ll make me… blush.” “Good,” he said immediately, leaning back in his chair. “I like you blushing. I like knowing I can do that to you.” I groaned, covering my face with my hand. “Stop. You shouldn’t be saying this. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming even through the little screen. “And yet you’re still here… still talking to me. Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Michelle.” I let out a shaky laugh. “You’re insufferable.” “Mm, but you like me anyway.” He smirked, and it was unfair how good that smirk looked on him. “Hayden,” I warned, but my tone wasn’t nearly as stern as it should’ve been. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like a giggle. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” “Then let me at least make it worth your while.” His voice dropped lower, huskier. “Tell me… what are you wearing right now?” I gasped. “Excuse me?!” He chuckled, that deep rumble that made my pulse trip. “Relax, I’m not asking for a runway show. Just… humor me. I can’t stop picturing you in that silk robe you wore last time I saw you here at the manor.” My cheeks flamed. “You remember that?” “I remember everything,” he admitted, suddenly serious. His gaze softened, and my heart did a dangerous flip. God, what was happening to me? “Well…” I fiddled with the collar of my pajama top. “It’s not a robe. Just a simple satin pajama set. Pink.” Hayden inhaled sharply, like the color alone drove him mad. “Pink, huh? That’s cruel, Michelle. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I bit my lip, torn between mortification and thrill. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re beautiful,” he said again, slower this time, like he wanted me to believe every syllable. I was about to say something—something stupid and flirty back—when I heard it. The faint click of the lamp switching off down the hall. My whole body stiffened. “Michelle?” Hayden’s brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I held up a hand, shushing him as my ears strained. Sure enough, Eliot’s heavy footsteps echoed, crossing the floor into his bedroom. The sound of bedsprings creaking followed, then silence. He was going to sleep. And that meant it was my chance. I plastered a smile on for Hayden. “Nothing’s wrong. But, um, it’s late, and I should go to bed. Can we talk tomorrow?” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re hiding something.” “I’m not!” I lied quickly, forcing a laugh. “I promise I’ll call tomorrow. Okay? Just… trust me.” Hayden studied me like he wanted to argue, but finally, he sighed. “Fine. But Michelle…” His voice softened again. “Be careful.” “I will,” I whispered, before hanging up. The second the call ended, I exhaled hard. My heart was already racing. Hayden would absolutely lose it if he knew what I was about to do, which was precisely why I hadn’t told him. The less he worried, the better. I slipped out of my room, careful not to let the door creak. The hallway was dark, only moonlight spilling in through tall windows. My bare feet made no sound against the carpet as I padded toward Eliot’s office. My pulse thudded in my ears as I wrapped my hand around the doorknob. I twisted it slowly then click. Locked. I cursed under my breath. “Damn it.” Why now? Eliot never locked his office. He used to leave it wide open, papers scattered like trophies across his desk. Now, all of a sudden, it was sealed tight? My gut twisted. He was hiding something. Fine. Tomorrow I’d find another way. For now, I turned toward his library. The door gave way easily, swinging open with a faint groan. The smell of old leather and paper hit me instantly, rich and dusty. Eliot spent so much time in here, I figured maybe something—anything—might be hidden in plain sight. I moved from shelf to shelf, scanning titles, pulling a few out to flip through. Nothing. Just business books, histories, and some pretentious poetry volumes. I sighed, frustration gnawing at me. “Come on, Michelle,” I muttered to myself. “Think.” I almost gave up when something caught my eye—a ledger half-buried beneath a pile of magazines on the side table. Strange place for it. Curious, I pulled it out and flipped it open. At first, it seemed boring—numbers, transactions, boring financial scribbles. My shoulders slumped. Another dead end. But then… At the very back, written in smaller, careful script, were names. Dozens of them. Women’s names. Some I recognized faintly. There were old employees, acquaintances, even distant family friends. My breath hitched. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. My mind spun with possibilities. Was this some kind of list? A record of every woman he… manipulated? Conquered? Blackmailed? Before I could think more, I heard footsteps. Panic surged through me. Eliot. Frantically, I yanked out my phone and snapped a quick picture of the page, the flash thankfully off. I shoved the ledger back exactly where I found it and hurried toward the door. I almost made it… Almost. Because right as I slipped out into the hallway, I slammed into someone. “Oh!” I gasped, stumbling back. My phone nearly clattered to the floor. Natasha stood there, her eyes narrowing as she steadied herself. “Michelle?” she hissed, suspicion dripping from her voice. “What are you doing here?” My blood froze. I didn’t know what Natasha would do if she guessed what I’d just been snooping into. And for once, I couldn’t even summon an excuse. I just stood there, wide-eyed and caught.

Michelle pov I froze, my breath lodged in my throat. Natasha’s eyes were like knives, sharp and suspicious in the dim glow of the hallway lamp. Fuck! How did I mess this up so soon?! For one terrifying moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even blink. What would she do if she realized I had just been in Eliot’s library snooping around? Would she scream? Run to Eliot? Laugh in my face and watch me burn? She’d been eager to get rid of me so now was the perfect chance. Her lips curled. “What were you doing in there?” I forced a shaky laugh, clutching my phone tighter to my chest. “In… in where?” Natasha rolled her eyes, stepping closer until I could smell her perfume—sweet, sickly, like crushed flowers. “Don’t play dumb, Michelle. You came out of the library. At midnight. What could you possibly need in there right now?” I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling for something—anything—that sounded believable. “I couldn’t sleep,” I blurted out. “I thought maybe reading something would help. You know, like people read before bed?” Her brows shot up. “At this hour?” “Yeah,” I said quickly, nodding way too fast. “It’s better than lying awake staring at the ceiling. I figured I’d grab a book, that’s all.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe you were after a bedtime story?” A bead of sweat rolled down my back. “I—why wouldn’t you believe me?” She crossed her arms, her tone sharp. “Because you looked guilty the second you bumped into me. What were you really doing snooping around in the middle of the night?” My chest tightened. She knew. She didn’t know what exactly, but she knew. And then, just to make things worse, I heard it. Heavy footsteps down the hallway. Eliot. My pulse skyrocketed. No, no, no—this couldn’t be happening. If he caught me here, if he suspected anything, I’d lose the only chance I had. I grabbed Natasha’s wrist, whispering harshly. “Fine! I’ll tell you. But not now. Please. Just… not now.” She tilted her head, her mouth opening to argue—when Eliot’s voice boomed. “What’s going on here?” My entire body locked up. Slowly, like a child caught stealing cookies, I turned to see him. He stood at the other end of the hallway, his hair messy from bed, his robe hanging loose. His eyes scanned the two of us, sharp and assessing. “I heard voices,” he said, stepping closer. “Why are you both awake?” “I—” I started, but the words died in my throat. Natasha, to my absolute shock, smoothly cut in. “I was feeling unwell,” she said sweetly. “Michelle heard me in the hallway and came to check on me. Isn’t that right?” Damn this bitch could lie! But wait– My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I looked at her like she’d grown two heads. She was… covering for me? Eliot’s eyes flicked between us, suspicion lingering. But then his phone buzzed in his hand. He scowled, muttering under his breath, and glanced at the screen. “Business call,” he said shortly. “Go back to bed, both of you.” We both murmured, “Yes,” and watched him retreat into his office to answer. The second the door clicked shut, I exhaled so hard my chest hurt. Turning to Natasha, I hissed, “Why did you do that?” Her expression was unreadable. “Because,” she said slowly, “if what you told me before is true—if you really want to leave him—then maybe I should help you. But if you’re lying…” She let the sentence hang, ominous and heavy. “I’m not lying,” I said firmly, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. “I don’t want to stay here. I want out.” She studied me, her eyes flicking over every inch of my face like she was searching for cracks. Finally, she asked, “Then what were you really doing?” I froze again. I couldn’t tell her about the ledger—not yet. She’d either run straight to Eliot or twist it into some loyalty game. I needed to buy time. So I forced myself to sound tired, desperate. “I was looking for… the prenup,” I whispered. Her brows shot up. “The prenup?” “Yeah,” I said quickly, nodding. “If I can get a copy of the original one I signed, maybe I can speed this up. End it faster. I just… I don’t want him dragging this out.” Natasha hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, I thought she’d laugh in my face. But then, to my absolute shock, she whispered, “I might be able to help you.” My jaw dropped. “You—you would?” Her gaze flicked toward Eliot’s office door, then back to me. “Yes. But only if you’re serious about divorcing him. Dead serious. Because if I find out you’re lying…” She stepped closer until her breath brushed my ear. “I’ll destroy you.” A chill ran down my spine. She didn’t sound like she was bluffing. I forced a nod, my heart pounding. “I’m serious. Completely serious.” “Good.” She pulled back, her expression smoothing into something almost sweet again. “Then I’ll help you. I’ll find a way to get you that prenup.” I stared at her, stunned. “Why? Why would you help me?” Her smile was eerie. “Because if you’re gone, then there’s no obstacle left for me. I’ll finally be where I belong.” That sentence made my stomach knot. She really was crazy. But she was also… useful. Natasha turned to leave, her nightgown swishing against the carpet. But halfway down the hall, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder. “Remember, Michelle—if you’re lying to me, I’ll know. And when I do… you won’t like what happens.” With that, she disappeared around the corner, her footsteps fading. I stood there frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs. She was absolutely, terrifyingly serious. “God, she’s insane,” I muttered, finally forcing myself to move. My legs felt weak as I hurried back to my room, shutting the door softly behind me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone, sliding onto the bed. I pulled up the gallery, and there it was—the blurry photo of the ledger page. The list of women’s names stared back at me like ghosts whispering from the dark. I hugged the phone to my chest, adrenaline still pumping. Natasha might have scared me half to death, but she’d also given me something I hadn’t had before—an opening. A chance. And tomorrow, I was going to figure out exactly what Eliot was hiding.

Michelle pov The second I shut my bedroom door, I called Hayden. I didn’t bother to sit down before pacing across the room like a trapped animal. When his face appeared on the screen, he frowned instantly. “You look weird. What happened?” I took a deep breath. “Okay, don’t get mad. I did something earlier this night.” His jaw tightened. “Michelle…” “Just—listen!” I held up a hand like he could feel me stopping him through the screen. “I was careful, I swear. Eliot almost caught me, but I managed to get away. I found something.” “What did you find?” His tone was sharp, impatient. “A ledger. In his library.” I lowered my voice as though Eliot could hear through the walls. “At first I thought it was just boring accounts, but tucked in the back were names. Women’s names. A list. And Hayden, I took a picture.” His eyes widened, and then he immediately rubbed his forehead like he was seconds away from snapping at me. “You actually risked getting caught to snoop around his library?” I winced. “Yes. I told you not to get mad.” “Michelle, you could’ve been trapped in there with him walking in. Do you have any idea what that man is capable of?” His voice rose. I sat down on the bed, clutching the phone. “I know! But if I didn’t take the risk, we wouldn’t have this at all. Look.” I quickly pulled up the photo and sent it to him. “Check your messages.” He went quiet as his phone pinged. A few seconds later, he was staring down at the screen, eyes scanning the blurry but legible handwriting. “Damn it,” he muttered. “These are women he’s… what? Manipulated? Used? You think this is some kind of record?” “Exactly,” I said, lowering my voice even though I was alone. “We can start with these names. If I can find them, maybe talk to them, one of them might confirm a pattern. Enough for the lawyer to use.” Hayden leaned back, shaking his head. “You want to go hunt these women down?” “Well, yeah,” I said. “If I can talk to them, I’ll know whether they’re victims like me. If they are, then Eliot won’t just look like a cheating husband—he’ll look like a predator. The prenup won’t save him if the court sees he’s been manipulating women left and right.” Hayden frowned. “And how do you plan to track them? Knock on random doors and say, ‘Hi, I’m Eliot’s wife, has he ruined your life too?’” I gave him a small smile. “I’ll figure something out. Social media exists, right? And if not, I’ll… I don’t know, find a way. I have to try.” He groaned, running a hand down his face. “You drive me insane. I want to lock you in my apartment until this is all over.” “That’s sweet,” I teased softly, “but you’d get tired of me after one day.” His eyes softened. “Never.” My stomach did an uncomfortable flip. I tried to shake it off and changed the subject. “So… strategy. Which name do we start with?” We spent the next hour tossing ideas back and forth—me suggesting we start with the more unusual names that might be easier to search online, him insisting I shouldn’t do any digging alone. He was protective, bordering on overbearing, but I couldn’t help smiling at how serious he was about it. Somewhere along the way, I curled up under the blanket, his voice low in my ear as he talked about methods of cross-referencing names with business records, social accounts, even old staff rosters from his father’s company. I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was Hayden saying quietly, “Promise me you’ll be careful, Michelle. Please.” — The next morning, sunlight poured into my room, far too cheerful for how heavy my head felt. I yawned, dragging myself out of bed. I was still half in a dream when I wandered into the kitchen—until I froze. Eliot was sitting at the table. He had a newspaper folded in front of him, a steaming cup of coffee at his side, like this was some kind of perfect domestic morning. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “Good morning, Michelle.” I forced a smile, my stomach churning. “Morning.” Before I could retreat, he called toward the stove. “Natasha, make Michelle a coffee.” Natasha’s head snapped up from where she was already cooking. The glare she sent my way could have set me on fire. “What?” she asked sharply. “You heard me,” Eliot said, his tone impatient. “Coffee. For Michelle.” Her jaw clenched, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the counter. “Why should I—” “Natasha,” Eliot cut in coldly, “don’t fucking start.” She bit her lip, turned away, and I could practically feel the jealousy radiating off her. Every movement as she prepared the cup was harsh, like she wanted to smash it against the wall instead. I slid into a chair across from Eliot, forcing a light tone. “You don’t need to make her do that. I can grab it myself.” Eliot waved me off. “She’s here to help. Let her do it.” Natasha slammed the cup down in front of me a minute later, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. “Here,” she said flatly. “Thanks,” I murmured, wrapping my hands around it. When Eliot returned to his paper, I glanced at her meaningfully and mouthed, Remember what I said—be on my side if you want me gone. Her eyes narrowed, but she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Then she stormed out, muttering something under her breath. Eliot sighed. “She’s too emotional.” I sipped the coffee carefully. “You don’t say.” He glanced at me over the paper, eyes glinting. “Michelle, I was thinking. You’ve always wanted to come with me to work, haven’t you? See what I do, be part of my world?” My stomach dropped. Oh, I knew this game. He was switching tactics. Yesterday he’d been cold and controlling; today, he was trying to reel me back in with charm. Seduction dressed as generosity. I plastered on a smile. “That’s true,” I said lightly. “I did use to want that.” “Good,” he said smoothly, closing the paper. “Then you’ll escort me today. I’d like to show you that there’s still a place for you by my side.” I nodded like it was the most natural thing in the world, though my insides twisted. “Of course. I’d love that.” Because if I said no, he’d suspect me. And the last thing I could afford right now was for Eliot Harding to start asking questions.

Michelle’s pov The car ride to Eliot’s company felt strangely surreal. My hands were folded neatly on my lap, though my fingers itched to fidget. Eliot was uncharacteristically chatty, pointing out different buildings we passed, throwing in little remarks about traffic and business deals. I barely heard him. My mind was on the tall glass towers growing larger as we approached. His company. The place he had kept hidden from me for years, like some forbidden temple. I remembered how I used to beg him to take me with him, just once- to see where he worked. He always shut me down. Sometimes with an excuse about being “too busy,” other times with a sharp “it’s not the place for you, Michelle.” Back then, I used to wonder if he was ashamed of me. Maybe he thought I didn’t fit in with his polished corporate world. I used to cry about it in private, convincing myself he didn’t want people to see me because I wasn’t enough. Now, though… now I saw it differently. He hadn’t been ashamed of me. He had been hiding me. Keeping me small, away from curious eyes, away from the women he probably charmed behind closed doors. And yet, here I was today, walking into the building on his arm like some trophy wife. He was showing me off, smiling too wide as if to prove something. Too late, Eliot. You’re too late. “Good morning,” he greeted the receptionist warmly as we entered the lobby. The woman’s eyes immediately flicked to me, surprise sparking before her lips curved into a polite but tight smile. “This is my wife, Michelle,” Eliot said with a kind of pride that made my stomach twist. “She’ll be spending the day with me.” I forced a small smile, murmuring a hello. We moved deeper into the building, and I caught more reactions. Some of the female staff smiled politely, others looked me over from head to toe, their eyes narrowing. One in particular, a pretty brunette with glossy lips, muttered a clipped “good morning” but couldn’t hide the edge in her tone. I didn’t need a mirror to know what those looks meant. These women had probably been swept up in Eliot’s charm before. They were just flattered, maybe even tempted—and now here I was, the inconvenient wife standing in their way. It stung a little. But at the same time, it wasn’t proof. They could just be jealous, not victims of his manipulation. Still, the pit in my stomach refused to ease. By the time we reached his office, Eliot was already slipping into work mode. He gestured for me to sit beside him at a long conference table and pulled out files, spreadsheets, and presentations. “I want you to understand what I do,” he said smoothly, flipping through documents. “How decisions are made, how the company runs.” I nodded, pretending interest while my mind wandered. He kept me glued to his side the entire day. Meetings, explanations, tours of departments… gosh it never stopped. Every time I thought I could sneak a glance at my phone, he pulled me into another discussion. By early afternoon, I felt the phone buzz again in my bag, more insistent this time. Hayden. My heart skipped. I snatched it out quickly, but Eliot’s sharp eyes landed on me instantly. “Who’s that?” he asked, voice casual but lined with suspicion. “No one important,” I said too quickly, shoving the phone back. “Just… spam.” His brow arched, but he didn’t press… yet. My heart thudded as I excused myself. “I need the restroom,” I said with a small smile. Once inside the restroom, I locked myself in a stall and quickly answered Hayden’s call. “Michelle?” His voice was low, worried. “Finally. I’ve been trying all morning. Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t answer. Your father’s been… keeping me busy.” “Busy how?” he demanded. “He’s trying hard to act like he’s changed. He wants to spend time with me. He’s showing me the company, teaching me things.” There was a heavy pause. “Michelle, don’t fall for his tricks. He’s just trying to rope you back in.” “I know,” I said softly. “Don’t worry, Hayden. I won’t fall for it. It’s just—he hasn’t left me a second to breathe, let alone investigate the names from the ledger.” “That’s exactly what I was afraid of,” Hayden muttered. “He’s keeping you occupied on purpose. Has he even let you eat?” I blinked, realizing I hadn’t. “I… I’ll eat later. Don’t worry. I miss your cooking, though.” His sigh was audible through the line. “Michelle—” “I have to go,” I cut in, hearing footsteps outside. “He’s looking for me. I’ll call you later.” “Be careful,” he said urgently. I hung up, slipping the phone back into my bag and fixing my face before walking out. Eliot was leaning against the wall, waiting. “Who were you talking to?” he asked, his tone deceptively light. “No one important,” I said with a practiced smile. He studied me for a beat too long, then nodded and led me back to the office. The rest of the afternoon dragged on, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another spreadsheet, a delivery arrived. A young intern carried in a neatly wrapped package, setting it on the desk in front of me. “It’s for you, Mrs. Harding.” Curious, I opened it, and my heart softened instantly. Inside was a container of food, still warm, with a small handwritten note tucked on top. Don’t skip meals. I made this for you. –H I couldn’t help it. I smiled, my chest warming at the thought of Hayden worrying about me enough to send food. “What’s that?” Eliot’s voice cut in sharply. I quickly tried to cover the note with my hand. “Nothing, just… lunch.” But Eliot was faster. He reached over and snatched the note before I could stop him. His eyes flicked over the words, and his entire face darkened, fury flashing hot in his gaze.

Michelle Pov The second Eliot’s eyes landed on the note tucked inside the delivery bag, I knew something was about to blow up. His jaw tightened, the veins along his temples popped, and he gripped the paper like he could strangle it. “What the hell is this?” His voice was low, dangerous. It was the kind of tone he used when he wanted people to cower. I refused to cower. My pulse spiked, but I met his gaze evenly. “It’s food,” I said calmly, though my voice trembled just a little. “Lunch. Because someone actually cares that I eat.” His eyes narrowed, a flicker of disbelief flashing across his face. “Someone? You mean Hayden.” I stayed silent. That was as good as confirmation, and he knew it. His expression twisted in fury. Without another word, he snatched the container of food off the desk and marched toward the trash can. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I snapped, sharper than I meant to. Eliot froze mid-step, his back stiffening. Slowly, he turned toward me, his brows drawn together like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “I said don’t throw it away,” I repeated, standing up now. My heart thudded in my chest, but I forced my chin up. “That’s mine.” “Michelle…” His voice hardened. “You don’t get to dictate—” “No,” I cut him off, the words rushing out before I could think. “I’m done listening to you bark orders at me like I’m some child. You’re an asshole and a piece of shit, and If you expect me to spend even a second in your company, you’re going to treat me with respect.” The silence that followed was suffocating. I had never spoken to him like that before. My stomach twisted in fear, but I refused to take it back. Eliot blinked at me, stunned. His lips parted, closed, then parted again. For a moment, he looked almost… lost. Then, a low, incredulous laugh slipped out of him. “You…” He shook his head. “You’ve changed.” “No,” I said firmly. “I just finally remembered I have a spine.” That earned me a longer stare. Something flickered in his eyes. It was annoyance, yes, but also a spark of something darker. Amusement. Interest. “You think you can stand up to me now?” he asked, stepping closer, voice dangerously smooth. “I don’t think,” I shot back, arms crossed over my chest. “I know. If you want me here, Eliot, then respect me. Otherwise, I’ll walk out that door right now, and you can explain to everyone why your wife won’t even look at you.” His lips curved into a slow smile. Not mocking and hungry. Like my defiance wasn’t an insult but a challenge he was eager to accept. “Respect,” he repeated softly, almost tasting the word. “Yes.” My voice shook a little, but I forced it steady. “Respect.” His gaze dropped to the food still clutched in his hand. After a pause, he set it back down on the desk. My stomach unclenched just a fraction. “Fine,” he said finally, his tone calm but calculated. “Respect it is.” Before I could reply, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and all the humor drained from his face. His jaw tightened, and he grabbed it quickly. “Excuse me,” he muttered, striding to the door. Excuse me? I almost laughed. Eliot never excused himself for anything. That alone sent my instincts into overdrive. The second he slipped out, I pushed away from the desk and crept after him. My heels clicked lightly against the floor, and I winced at every sound. Still, I kept to the wall, tiptoeing down the corridor until I saw him. He was leaning against a corner, one hand gripping the phone tightly, his voice low and urgent. “I locked the office,” he hissed. “I don’t know why she came back, but she won’t see the papers. I’ll never let her. Do you understand?” My breath caught. Papers? What papers? And who was he talking to with that kind of panic in his voice? I pressed closer to the wall, straining to hear. “No,” he continued, softer now. “Don’t worry. She’s distracted. I’ll keep her busy. She won’t suspect a thing.” My stomach twisted. He was hiding something.. definitely something in his office. Something important enough that he felt the need to keep me under lock and key. Before I could piece it together, a voice sliced through the quiet. “What do you think you’re doing?” I froze. Slowly, I turned my head, dread pooling in my stomach. There she was, the brunette from earlier, the one who’d barely managed a “good morning” when I’d been introduced. Her arms were folded tight across her chest, lips curled in smug satisfaction. “I—” I stammered, caught completely off guard. Her eyes narrowed. “Were you spying?” My cheeks burned. “No, I wasn’t spying. I was just—” “Just what?” she cut in, her tone sharp. “You think no one notices you sneaking around after him? You think you’re subtle?” Fuck my life! How did I always get caught?! I clenched my jaw, irritation sparking. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” “Oh, I think you do,” she countered, stepping closer. Her perfume was heavy, suffocating. “You want to play the curious little wife? Fine. But don’t forget, some of us are very loyal to Mr. Eliot. He doesn’t like people sticking their noses where they don’t belong.” Panic flared in me, especially with Eliot just a few feet away, still murmuring into his phone. If she caused a scene, if she drew his attention right now— “Keep your voice down,” I hissed, eyes darting toward Eliot. Her smirk widened. “Why? Afraid he’ll catch you?” “Yes,” I admitted quickly, desperation coating my voice. “Just give me a second.” I begged. With that, I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into another office so that Eliot would walk by without seeing us A few seconds passed before I was sure that he was completely gone, that’s when I finally released a sigh. But then I looked up to see the lady glaring daggers at me. “What the hell was that about?!”

Michelle’s pov I held my breath as Eliot’s footsteps echoed down the hall. My heart pounded so loudly I swore Alice — the name on the name tag of the brunette staff member who’d just caught me snooping, could hear it. We had ducked into a supply closet at the last second, the faint smell of disinfectant and paper filling my nose. Eliot passed by, still on the phone, his deep voice fading as he moved further down the corridor. Alice stood stiff beside me, arms crossed tightly across her chest, eyes flashing in the dim light. The moment Eliot’s voice disappeared, she rounded on me. “What the hell were you doing out there?” she hissed, her whisper sharp and furious. My mind scrambled. I couldn’t tell her the truth — I’d overheard Eliot talking about papers he was hiding. She’d either run straight to him or decide I was crazy. So I forced a shaky laugh, raising my hands like I’d been caught stealing cookies. “Okay, don’t freak out,” I said quickly. “I wasn’t spying. I just… overheard something.” Her eyes narrowed. “Overheard what?” “That Eliot was planning to fire some staff,” I lied smoothly, hoping my face didn’t give me away. Alice froze. Her expression shifted instantly from anger to fear. “Fire? Who?” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, though inside I was grateful my lie had landed. “That’s what I was trying to find out. I don’t know who yet. I just thought maybe if I… listened, I’d figure out more.” Her lips parted in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you were skulking around like that just to find out who’s on the chopping block?” “Yes,” I said firmly, nodding. “Look, I didn’t mean to alarm you. I just didn’t want people blindsided. That’s all.” The panic in her eyes softened a little, though the suspicion was still there. “You think… You think it could be me?” she asked, her voice quieter now. I tilted my head, studying her. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, with sharp cheekbones and a restless energy in the way she wrung her hands. Her defensiveness screamed insecurity. “What’s your name?” I asked gently, just to fulfill all righteousness. She hesitated before finally muttering, “Alice.” She confirmed. “Alice,” I repeated, giving her a reassuring smile. “I don’t think you’re on the list. But if I hear anything, I’ll make sure you know. You’ll be the first to know, okay?” Her eyes widened, a flicker of relief crossing her face. “Really?” “Yes,” I said with more conviction than I felt. “Promise.” She sighed, rubbing her arms like she was cold. “I can’t lose this job. Not now. My brother’s tuition depends on me, and—” She stopped herself, shaking her head. “Forget it.” I softened. Eliot wasn’t just messing up my life; he was holding all these employees in a grip of fear too. And I needed allies. I leaned closer. “Hey… can I ask you something?” Alice narrowed her eyes. “What?” I hesitated, deciding to test the waters. “Are you… one of Eliot’s mistresses?” The disgust that instantly twisted her face was so genuine I almost laughed out loud. “What?!” she snapped. “God, no. He’s married. That’s disgusting.” I blinked, stunned. I’d braced for denial or defensiveness, not pure revulsion. “So… why were you glaring at me earlier?” I asked, curious now. Alice shifted awkwardly. “Because I thought you were one of them.” That was so absurd I actually laughed. “Me? No. Definitely not.” She frowned, suspicious. “Then who are you, exactly?” I hesitated. I couldn’t tell her the whole truth — that I was Mrs. Eliot, soon-to-be-ex, trying to collect evidence to get away from him. That would only complicate things. “Let’s just say,” I said slowly, “that I don’t like Eliot nearly as much as he thinks I do. And I have my reasons for… looking into things.” Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t press. “Do you know his other mistresses?” I asked carefully. Alice snorted, folding her arms again. “Yeah. I know a few. Hard not to, honestly. He’s not exactly discreet. Half the time they strut around like they own the place.” My stomach churned. That sounded exactly like him. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the photo I’d taken of the ledger last night. My heart raced as I handed it over. “Do you recognize any of these names?” She squinted at the image, scrolling slowly. After a moment, she nodded. “Yeah. A couple of these. Look—” She pointed at two names. “That’s Clara. She works in accounting. And that one—Bianca—she’s in marketing. I’ve seen them with him. Late-night meetings. Private lunches. You get the picture.” Every word made my skin crawl. “You’re sure?” I asked. “Positive,” she said flatly. “Eliot thinks no one notices, but everyone talks.” I forced a steady breath, my mind racing. Proof. I could build a list. I could find stories. “Would you… show me?” I asked quietly. Alice frowned. “Show you?” “Yes,” I said earnestly. “Introduce me to some of them. Or at least point them out. I need—” I caught myself before I said too much. “I just need to know.” She studied me like she was trying to figure out my angle. Finally, she exhaled. “Fine. I’ll show you a few. But only because I want him exposed. He plays with people’s lives, Michelle. He deserves to get burned.” A rush of relief swept through me. “Thank you, Alice. You have no idea how much this helps.” She gave me a sharp look. “Don’t thank me yet. Just don’t drag me down with you.” I nodded quickly. “I won’t. Promise.” We slipped out of the closet carefully, making sure the coast was clear. My nerves buzzed as I hurried back toward Eliot’s office. When I pushed the door open, Eliot was already there, sitting behind his desk. His eyes narrowed the second he saw me. “Where have you been?” My heart thudded. His suspicion was palpable, like he could smell guilt on me. I forced a light laugh, holding up my phone. “Restroom. And I got lost for a minute. This place is huge.” He stared at me, eyes scanning my face. My stomach knotted. Then, finally, he leaned back in his chair, the tension easing just a little. “Try not to wander,” he said, his tone clipped. “A lot is going on today. I don’t need distractions.” “Of course,” I said sweetly, slipping into the chair opposite his desk like nothing at all had happened. Inside, though, my mind was on fire. I had names now. Allies. A plan was forming. And Eliot? He had no idea.

Michelle’s POV The end of the workday finally rolled around, and I could feel my body begging for a break. My head was buzzing from staring at files all day, pretending to care about the numbers Elliot kept explaining to me. The moment his secretary announced it was closing time, I almost let out a sigh of relief. Elliot straightened his jacket, brushing invisible lint from his sleeve, and looked at me like he expected me to follow him out immediately. His presence still made my skin crawl—this whole charade of him acting like the perfect husband in front of his staff was wearing thin. “Ready to head home?” he asked smoothly whilst already pocketing his phone. I swallowed hard, knowing what I had to do. “Actually… I need to stay back a little,” I said, forcing a faint smile. “One of the staff asked me for help with something. I promised I’d check in with her.” His brows furrowed for a second, but then, strangely, his phone buzzed, and I caught the flicker of irritation he tried to hide. He quickly tucked the phone away like a guilty teenager caught texting in class. Distracted. Interesting. “Alright,” he said too quickly, nodding. “Don’t take too long.” I stared at him for a beat, suspicion crawling over me. He wasn’t pressing me, wasn’t trying to keep me glued to his side like usual. That could only mean one thing: he wanted to be somewhere else, with someone else. “You’re not going to wait for me?” I asked carefully. He waved dismissively, already glancing at his phone again. “I have some calls to make. I’ll see you at home.” My chest tightened, a sour taste forming in my mouth. So that was it. He wasn’t upset I wanted to stay—he was practically eager to get rid of me. My mind immediately jumped to the possibility of another woman. Maybe one of the names in that damn ledger. Maybe one of his mistresses. For a second, I was tempted—achingly tempted—to follow him. To grab my purse, trail behind, and see exactly who he was rushing off to meet. My fingers curled tightly around my phone. If I caught him red-handed, it would be over. But no. I had to focus. I had made plans to meet Alice tonight, and Alice was my only lead. If I messed this up, I might never get another chance. I forced myself to turn away. “See you later,” I said, keeping my tone light. He didn’t even notice the edge in my voice. By the time I glanced back, he was already striding toward the elevator, phone in hand, his jaw set like he was in a hurry. I blew out a shaky breath and texted Alice. I’m on my way. Alice was waiting for me near the employee lounge, perched nervously on the edge of a chair, tapping her nails against a coffee cup. She stood the second she saw me. “You actually came,” she said, relief flashing in her eyes. “Of course,” I replied, lowering my voice. “I need to know what you know.” Alice crossed her arms, her expression tense. “Look, I thought about what you said earlier. And… maybe you’re right. Maybe the women he… You know, dumped, would want to talk. But don’t get your hopes up.” “Why?” I frowned. “Because most of them are either still obsessed with him or too scared to open their mouths. Elliot doesn’t just charm women, Michelle, he controls them. He makes sure they’re too dependent on him to leave or too afraid to fight back.” Her words made my stomach churn, but I nodded. “Then let’s try anyway. Even if one of them were talking could help.” Alice bit her lip, hesitating before grabbing her purse. “Fine. I know where a few of them work. Follow me.” The first woman we approached worked in one of the smaller offices down the hall. Alice introduced me vaguely as a “friend,” and I stayed quiet, letting Alice do the talking. “We just wanted to ask about… well, about Elliot,” Alice said carefully. The woman’s eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head. “No. No way. I can’t talk about him. Do you want me to get fired?” Alice tried to reassure her, but she practically slammed the door in our faces. “Well,” I muttered as we walked away, “that went well.” “Told you,” Alice sighed. The second woman was easier to find. She was stunning—long legs, red lipstick, hair flowing like she had just walked out of a commercial. The kind of woman who made me immediately insecure. Alice gave her the same vague introduction, and the woman smirked. “Oh, Elliot? What about him?” “We were wondering if—” I started, but she cut me off with a sharp laugh. “Don’t bother. He’s mine. Whatever you think you’re digging up, forget it. He’ll never leave me.” She tossed her hair and gave me a condescending once-over. “You really think he’d waste his time with you?” I bit down on my tongue before I could snap back. Alice dragged me away, muttering curses under her breath. “She’s hopeless,” Alice whispered. “Completely fucking delusional,” I agreed tightly. The third woman was the worst. She looked at us with glassy eyes, as if she was desperately clinging to denial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said firmly, even though Alice clearly knew her history with Elliot. “You don’t have to protect him—” Alice tried again. “I said I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the woman snapped, slamming her desk drawer shut and storming out. Alice and I stood there in silence for a long moment, both of us frustrated. “This is pointless,” Alice muttered. “They’re either terrified, in love, or pretending it never happened. We’re not going to get anywhere like this.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaustion weighing me down. “There has to be another way. We can’t just—” My words trailed off when I spotted a folded piece of paper sitting on Alice’s desk. “Did you leave that there?” I asked. Alice frowned. “No… I didn’t.” She reached for it, unfolding the note. Her eyes darted across the page, and then she sucked in a sharp breath. “What is it?” I demanded, snatching it from her. The handwriting was messy, hurried, and unsigned. I know what Elliot has been doing. I have information. In due time, I’ll release it. But you need to be careful. He hasn’t been arrested for the murder he committed. I froze, the words blurring before my eyes. “Murder?” I whispered. “What the hell is this?” Alice’s face had drained of color. “Murder? He—he killed someone?” “I—” My heart pounded so hard I could barely think. “I don’t know. I didn’t know this.” We both stood there in stunned silence, the note trembling in my hand. A chill ran down my spine. Not only was Elliot hiding affairs, manipulation, and God knows what else… but now there was this. Murder. And suddenly, the stakes felt higher than ever. Dear God, what was I getting myself into?

Michelle’s POV Alice and I sat there in silence for what felt like forever, that damn note lying between us like a ticking bomb. I could practically hear my heartbeat in my ears. “Michelle…” Alice’s voice was shaky. “What the hell did we just read?” I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to think, but the words kept echoing in my mind: the murder he committed. “I don’t know,” I whispered, my throat dry. “I honestly don’t know.” Alice pushed the note away like it might burn her fingers. “This—this isn’t just office gossip or a stupid affair. This is murder. I didn’t sign up for this.” I looked at her sharply. “Alice—” “No, I’m serious,” she cut me off, her eyes wide and panicked. “If that’s true, if Elliot actually… hurt someone, then I want nothing to do with this. I—I don’t want to end up dead too. I don’t even know why I agreed to help you in the first place.” Her voice cracked at the end, and she hugged herself tightly, like she was trying to hold her fear in. I bit down on my lip. I couldn’t let her back out now. Not when she was the only real ally I had inside the company. “Listen to me,” I said softly, leaning closer. “I didn’t tell you everything before. But maybe if you knew… maybe you’d understand why I can’t just walk away from this.” Alice glanced at me warily. “What are you talking about?” I exhaled slowly. “I’m not just some random woman poking around. I’m… Elliot’s wife.” Alice’s jaw dropped. “You’re his wife?!” “Keep your voice down!” I hissed, glancing around the nearly empty office. She blinked at me like I had just grown two heads. “You—you’re serious? All this time, I thought—” “You thought I was one of his mistresses,” I finished for her, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, I know… But no, I’m his actual wife. And I’m trying to get out. I want a divorce.” Alice’s face twisted in shock, then guilt. “I… I’m sorry. I thought…” “It’s fine,” I cut in quickly. “But do you see now? I’m trapped, Alice. He controls everything—my life, my freedom, even how people see me. And if this note is true, then he’s even more dangerous than I thought.” She swallowed hard, still looking torn. “Michelle, you don’t understand. I’ve seen what Elliot does to people who cross him. I don’t want to end up on his bad side.” “I don’t want that either,” I admitted, my voice shaking despite myself. “But if I don’t fight back, I’ll never get out of this. Please. I need help. And you’re the only one who can give it to me.” Alice pressed her lips together, her eyes darting between me and the note. She looked like she was about to bolt any second. But finally, with a frustrated sigh, she muttered, “Damn it, Michelle. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… fine. I’ll help. But if I end up in a body bag, I’m haunting you.” Relief crashed over me so hard I almost sagged in my chair. “Thank you. Seriously, Alice. I won’t forget this.” “Yeah, yeah.” She waved her hand dismissively, though her face was still pale. “So what’s your big plan then? Because right now, we’ve got nothing but a scary note and a lot of paranoia.” I hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I think… You should meet someone. Someone who’s been helping me already.” Alice raised an eyebrow. “Helping you? Who?” I stood, grabbing my bag. “You’ll see. Come on.” We made our way out of the building, the tension between us thick. Alice was clearly second-guessing every step she took, but she didn’t back out. For that, I was grateful. When we finally reached the quiet café where Hayden had agreed to meet me, my nerves were on fire. Bringing Alice into this circle was risky, but I needed Hayden’s brain on this. Hayden was already there, sitting at a corner booth with his sleeves rolled up, looking far too effortlessly handsome. His sharp jaw, his warm brown eyes—ugh, why did he have to look like that? The second Alice spotted him, she froze. Her cheeks turned bright red. “That’s… that’s your friend?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “Yes,” I said flatly, though something bitter twisted in my chest at the way she was staring at him. Hayden looked up, his face softening the moment he saw me. That smile—the one that always made my heart stumble—spread across his face. But then his gaze shifted to Alice. “And you must be the one Michelle mentioned,” he said politely, standing to offer his hand. Alice blinked rapidly, clearly flustered, before shaking his hand. “—I-I’m Alice. It’s nice to… um… nice to meet you.” Hayden chuckled lightly. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I’m not that scary.” I felt my stomach twist unpleasantly. Nervous? She wasn’t nervous—she was blushing. At him. I forced a smile and slid into the booth beside Hayden, placing myself firmly between the two of them. “So, Hayden, this is Alice. She’s one of Elliot’s employees, and she’s agreed to help us.” Hayden nodded approvingly. “That’s good news. We can use all the help we can get.” Alice’s eyes practically sparkled at his praise. “I—I’ll do what I can.” I clenched my jaw, trying not to scowl. What was wrong with me? It wasn’t like I had any claim on Hayden. He was helping me, that was all. Just helping. So why did it feel like someone was stabbing me in the chest when Alice smiled at him like that? Hayden leaned back, folding his arms. “So, Alice. Michelle tells me you know a few of Elliot’s past… flings?” Alice nodded quickly, eager to be useful. “Yes. I tried talking to some of them, but they were either too scared or still obsessed with him. It wasn’t much of a success.” “Figures,” Hayden muttered darkly. “He knows how to pick them. Keeps them in his pocket.” Alice bit her lip, clearly nervous. “But maybe… maybe if we can find the right person, someone who’s truly angry with him, they’ll talk.” “Maybe,” Hayden said thoughtfully. I watched the two of them talk, Alice glowing under Hayden’s attention, Hayden giving her his calm, encouraging smiles. And all I could think was: What have I done? I dragged Alice into this world, into Hayden’s orbit. And now… now I wasn’t sure I could handle watching it play out. What the fuck was I supposed to do now??

MICHELLE’S POV I don’t know what’s worse right now, Was it the way Alice laughs like she’s known Hayden her whole life, or how he actually laughs back? What was even so fucking funny? We were supposed to be having a serious conversation here. We’re all gathered in Hayden’s study, surrounded by files, empty coffee mugs, and about seven half-eaten donuts Alice brought “for focus.” Hayden leans against his desk, sleeves rolled up, shirt slightly unbuttoned, that confident, calm expression that somehow manages to look like an invitation and a warning simultaneously. And Alice? The staff I had brought? She’s practically glowing at this point. Her hand keeps brushing her hair back, her laugh keeps getting louder, and she keeps “accidentally” touching his arm when she points at something on the screen. I want to scream. What the fuck?! Instead, I sit there quietly, pretending to scroll through data while my stomach twists itself into knots. Why was I so upset? Didn’t I say that I didn’t care whether Hayden was with another girl or not?” “So, Hayden,” Alice says in her sweet, eager tone, “what made you so good at this stuff anyway? You’re like—some kind of hacker superhero.” She laughed in a way that made me want to punch her. Hayden chuckles softly. “Superhero’s a stretch. I just know where to look.” “Oh, please,” she giggles, leaning forward. “You cracked Eliot’s private archives in less than an hour. That’s literally impossible for an average person.” “Good thing I’m not average, then,” he teases, smirking a little. Alice actually swoons at that. “Right. You definitely aren’t.” She blushes I roll my eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t get stuck. “Can we please focus?” I snap before I can stop myself. Both of them glance at me. Hayden raises a brow, that unreadable expression flickering over his face. “We are focusing, Michelle.” “Sure you are,” I mutter, pushing my chair back and pretending to read another file. Alice just gives me a small smirk, like she knows exactly what’s going on inside my head — which, to be fair, she probably does. We’ve been friends too long for me to hide my mood. “I think I found something,” Alice suddenly says, eyes wide. I glance up reluctantly. “What?” She bites her lip dramatically. “You’re not gonna believe this.” Hayden leans closer to her, curiosity lighting up his face. “Show me.” And there it is again, there is the spark and the interest I noticed earlier. My blood heats up. Alice plugs her flash drive into the laptop and pulls up a file labeled ARCHIVE-SEC-415.mp4. “It was hidden deep inside the company’s old security server. I think it’s a backup that Eliot forgot to delete.” “What’s in it?” Hayden asks, his voice suddenly more serious. “Footage,” Alice whispers. “Of Eliot. With someone. Late at night. Look.” She clicks play, and the screen flickers to life with grainy security footage. The angle is bad — a camera from one of the side exits of Eliot’s private building. It shows him standing there, hands in his pockets, talking to a woman with long hair. The timestamp reads 11:42 PM, a little over a year ago. The woman’s face is blurry, but her posture, her gestures… something about her feels hauntingly familiar. “She’s the woman who went missing,” I breathe. “The one from the employee list last year — Clara, wasn’t it?” “Yeah,” Alice says, nodding. “Clara Holt. She vanished after a late-night meeting. Everyone assumed she ran away.” “But she didn’t,” Hayden murmurs. “She was with him.” The video freezes at that moment. it cuts off just as Eliot steps closer to her. There is Static. And then, End of file. I swallow hard. “Do you think he—” Hayden shakes his head. “We can’t jump to conclusions yet. But this proves he lied. He said he never met her outside office hours.” “Which means he’s hiding something,” I whisper. Alice crosses her arms, smirking proudly. “Told you I was useful.” I glance at her sharply. Something about her tone feels… off. She looks at Hayden with a playful grin. “You see, Hayden? I told Michelle I could find something, and I did. I’m not just a pretty face.” Hayden gives her a small smile. “You did good, Alice. This could change everything.” That smile of his, oh that stupid, soft smile that makes my chest ache. I hate it. I force myself to look away, pretending to study the screen again. “So what now? The footage cuts off before we see what happens.” Alice shrugs. “I think the rest of it might be locked behind Eliot’s private server. I couldn’t access it without admin clearance.” Hayden straightens. “Then we’ll get that clearance.” I look up at him. “You mean go back into his office?” He nods. “Exactly. If the rest of that footage exists, it’s the key to proving what Eliot’s capable of.” “No,” I say quickly. “You’re not doing that again.” “Michelle—” “I said no!” I snap, louder than I meant to. “Last time, we barely made it out. If Eliot even suspects someone’s digging into him, he’ll go after you. I won’t let that happen.” He steps closer, voice low and calm. “You’re not letting me do anything, Michelle. We’re in this together.” I hate how my heart starts racing when he says that. Together. It sounds so intimate, so heavy. “Hayden,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Please. I can handle this. You don’t need to risk yourself.” “And you think I’m just gonna let you walk into his office alone?” His tone hardens. “You think I could live with myself if something happened to you? You’re my world now Michelle, and nothing is gonna fucking change that.”

Michelle’s pov “And you think I’m just gonna let you walk into his office alone?” His tone hardens. “You think I could live with myself if something happened to you? You’re my world now Michelle, and nothing is gonna fucking change that.” His words hang in the air, thick and hot. Alice awkwardly clears her throat. “Um… I’m just gonna go check if there’s more data in the cache. Yeah. You two talk.” She practically flees to the far side of the room, pretending to be busy. I glare at Hayden, but my pulse won’t calm down. “You’re being ridiculous.” He takes another step closer. “You’re being reckless.” “Someone has to be,” I whisper. “Not you,” he says firmly. “Not when it could get you killed.” His eyes are intense and sharp but full of worry. The kind of look that makes you forget how to breathe. “Why do you even care this much?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. He hesitates, studying my face like he’s trying to decide if it’s safe to tell me the truth. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he says, “Because I can’t lose you, Michelle.” The world seems to tilt for a second. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. My chest feels too tight, my throat too dry. His gaze doesn’t waver, he’s right there, inches away, his breath warm against my cheek. “Hayden,” I whisper. “Don’t…” “Don’t what?” “Don’t say things like that.” He smiles faintly. “Why not? Because it’s true?” My heart stutters. I take a small step back, trying to remember how to breathe. “Because it’ll make things complicated.” “They already are.” He’s too close. The air between us hums with something dangerous, something I shouldn’t want but do anyway. I can smell his cologne. It’s clean, warm, and faintly musky. My fingers twitch at my sides, and I have the ridiculous urge to reach up and touch his face. Instead, I take another shaky breath. “You don’t get it, Hayden. Eliot destroys people who get in his way.” He shakes his head. “You’re not just anyone to him, Michelle. You’re his weakness — and that’s exactly why you need backup.” “Then let me be smart about it,” I say. “I’ll find a way in without risking you.” He stares at me for a long moment. “You’re really gonna go back there alone?” “I have to.” “That’s suicide.” “Maybe. But if it means proving what he’s done, then fine.” His jaw tightens. “You’re impossible.” “You’ve mentioned.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But if you’re doing this, you’re doing it with a plan. And you call me every ten minutes, understood?” I nod, forcing a smile. “Deal.” His eyes soften slightly, but he doesn’t move away. “Michelle,” he murmurs, voice low. “Be careful.” Before I can reply, he leans down just a little and our lips brush. Just barely. A soft, trembling, dangerous almost-kiss that feels like a secret. The moment our skin touches, my heart practically explodes. I pull back immediately, gasping. “Hayden—” He steps back too, breathing hard. “Sorry. That was—” “Yeah. Don’t,” I whisper, clutching my chest. “Don’t do that again.” He gives a quiet, almost pained laugh. “Right. Sure.” Alice suddenly clears her throat from across the room. “Uh, I’m done here. I’ll, um, head out.” I don’t even look at her. My entire body is still buzzing from that almost-kiss, and I can’t think straight. Hayden says something to Alice about the file, but I barely hear it. All I can think about is that brief, electric touch and how much I wanted it to last. When Alice leaves, I finally exhale. “I’ll figure this out,” I tell him quietly. “I promise.” He frowns. “Michelle—” But I’m already halfway to the door. “Just trust me on this, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.” I leave before he can argue, before I do something even more reckless like kiss him back. Outside, the air feels colder. The city’s quiet, too quiet. My nerves are still humming as I walk toward my car, replaying that look in his eyes over and over again. “I can’t lose you, Michelle.” God, what’s wrong with me? He’s supposed to be my ally, not whatever this is. I grip my steering wheel and let out a shaky laugh. “You’re losing it,” I mutter to myself. Then, just as I start the car, I feel it … that prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Like someone’s watching me. I glance at the rearview mirror. Empty street. Just shadows and streetlights. “Paranoia,” I whisper. “It’s just paranoia.” But as I drive off, I can’t shake the feeling that somewhere, someone is watching me or even watching us — and waiting for us to make my next move.

MICHELLE’S POV The drive to Eliot’s house feels longer than usual. Maybe it’s because my hands won’t stop trembling or my brain is screaming at me that this is a bad idea. The streetlights stretch across the windshield like streaks of guilt, and for the tenth time, I check the time. 10:42 PM. He’ll notice I’m late. He always does. My phone buzzes just as I pull into the neighborhood. I glance at the screen — Hayden. A breath of relief escapes me, even though my heart starts pounding again. I answer quickly. “Hey.” “Michelle.” His voice comes through rough and tense. “Where are you right now?” “Almost home,” I say, keeping my tone casual. “Why?” There’s a pause. Then a sigh. “I just—needed to make sure you’re okay. I know I said you could go back, but I hate this. Every second of it.” “Hayden…” He cuts me off, voice sharper now. “You’re walking into a murderer’s house, Michelle. I shouldn’t have let you go.” My chest tightens. “You didn’t let me go, remember? I made that choice.” “Yeah, and I’m an idiot for not chaining you to my damn couch,” he snaps. I can’t help it — I laugh. “You’d get sued for that, Detective.” “Worth it,” he mutters. “God, Michelle, you have no idea how much I hate this. The only reason I agreed is because I can’t stand the thought of you still married to that man if he’s capable of—” He stops himself, but I know what he means. If he’s capable of murder. The word hangs unspoken between us. I swallow hard, forcing a smile into my voice. “Relax. I’m fine. I’m just gonna act normal. Maybe he won’t even be awake.” Hayden snorts. “Yeah, right. Eliot never sleeps when he’s suspicious.” “He doesn’t know anything,” I say firmly. “And he won’t. I’ll play the doting wife for now. You just… keep doing your tech-magic and figure out the rest of that footage.” Another sigh. “You’re too brave for your own good.” “Or too bloody stupid,” I say softly. He laughs — a low, quiet sound that makes my stomach twist. “Don’t talk like that.” I hesitate for a second before asking, “Is Alice still there?” There’s silence on the other end. Then he says, “She just left. Why?” “No reason,” I reply a little too quickly. His amused tone returns. “You sound jealous.” “I’m not jealous,” I say immediately, but it comes out way too defensive. “Uh-huh.” “I just don’t think it’s professional that she flirts during work,” I add, trying to sound logical, not petty. Hayden chuckles again, and I can almost hear his smile through the phone. “You don’t have to worry about Alice.” “I’m not worried.” “Right.” He pauses. “Michelle?” “Yeah?” “Promise me you’ll be careful. If anything feels wrong, anything, you leave. You call me. No hesitation.” “I promise.” I park my car in the driveway, heart pounding as the lights from the house flicker across the hood. “I’m here,” I whisper. “Call me when you can. And, Michelle?” “Yeah?” “I meant what I said earlier. I can’t lose you.” The words hit harder this time. I close my eyes, breathing in slowly. “You won’t,” I whisper. “Goodnight, Hayden.” “Goodnight, trouble.” The nickname makes me smile despite the nerves. I hang up and stare at the phone for a second, my pulse still racing. Then I shove it into my bag before I start overthinking again. It’s ridiculous, really. I shouldn’t be jealous of Alice. She’s now my friend, and Hayden, well, he’s Hayden. Calm, composed, infuriatingly patient Hayden. It’s not like we’re together. Still… I hate how easily she makes him laugh. “Stop it,” I mutter to myself, stepping out of the car. “Focus! Focus girl!” The night air feels heavy. The house looms in front of me, big and cold and perfectly still. Every instinct screams for me to turn around, but I force my feet forward. The front door opens before I can even reach it. Eliot stands there, hands in his pockets, eyes sharp as knives. “You’re late.” I freeze. “I—there was traffic.” “At this hour?” His voice drips with disbelief. “Where exactly were you?” My throat tightens. I need to sound casual. “I went for a drive. I needed some air.” “Air,” he repeats slowly, stepping closer. “You were gone for three hours, Michelle. That’s a lot of air.” I cross my arms, trying to hide how shaky my hands feel. “I didn’t realize I had to report every breath I take now.” Eliot’s jaw tightens. “Don’t start.” “No, you don’t fucking start,” I snap before I can stop myself. “I’ve told you before, Eliot. I deserve respect. You don’t get to interrogate me like a child.” His eyes narrow. “You think you can talk to me like that?” “Yes,” I bite out. “Because I’m your wife, not your prisoner. And if you want this marriage to last, you’d better start acting like it.” For a long, tense moment, he just stares at me. My pulse hammers in my ears. I remember Hayden’s words — you’re walking into a murderer’s house. God, what if he’s right? Eliot finally looks away, his voice lower. “Fine. I won’t ask again.” That almost scares me more than his anger. I force a stiff smile. “Good. I’m going to bed.” I start to walk past him, but then a quiet voice stops me. “Michelle?” It’s Natasha, standing in the hallway with a cautious expression. She’s holding something in her hand, it was a small, silver key. “Yes?” I ask, my voice wary. She glances toward Eliot, who’s disappeared into his office, before whispering, “Here. Take this.” I frown. “What is it?” “It’s a copy of Eliot’s office key,” she says softly. “Don’t ask how I got it.” My eyes widen. “Why are you giving it to me?” “Because you’re not crazy,” she murmurs. “You’re right to be afraid. I’ve seen him sneaking around at night, locking that office like his life depends on it. If he’s hiding something, that’s where it is.” My heart starts racing. “Natasha… are you sure?” She nods, looking nervous. “I don’t want to be involved, but… just be careful, okay? If he catches you, I definitely won’t help you.” “Thank you,” I whisper, taking the key. It’s cold against my palm — cold and heavy with the weight of what it means. Natasha gives me a tight smile. “Good luck.” She turns and walks away before I can say anything else. I stare at the key in my hand, adrenaline flooding through me. This is it. This is my chance. All the fear, the doubt, the nausea — it all blends into one sharp pulse of determination. Eliot thinks he can hide whatever he’s done behind locked doors. He’s wrong. I close my fist around the key, feeling it press into my skin. “Tomorrow night,” I whisper to myself. “I’ll find out the truth.” Still, as I climb the stairs to my room, that crawling feeling returns … that awful sensation that someone’s watching me. I glance down the dark hallway. Nothing. Just silence. “It’s just paranoia,” I whisper again, but it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore. Because deep down, I know someone is watching. And it’s only a matter of time before they decide to make a move.

MICHELLE’S POV By the time the sun dipped below the trees, my nerves were shot. All day, I’d been pretending, pretending to smile, to listen, to laugh at Eliot’s dumb ass jokes, while my mind screamed for the hours to pass faster. I’d barely eaten. My stomach was too twisted with anxiety and adrenaline to hold food down anyway. When Eliot finally announced he was going to visit his “old friend,” I almost cried with relief. He took forever to leave. He double-checked his tie, his watch, even his car keys. He kissed me on the cheek before heading out—his lips cold and deliberate. The second I heard his car fade down the driveway, I grabbed the small flashlight I’d hidden under the couch cushion and the copy of his office key from Natasha. “Okay, Michelle,” I whispered to myself, trying to steady my hands. “This is it. You’re just getting in, looking around, maybe taking a few pictures. No hero moves. No panic.” Except I was already panicking. I crept down the hallway like a burglar, my socks silent against the marble floor. Every shadow looked like it was about to move, every sound like it was about to expose me. When I reached Eliot’s office door, my heart was thudding so loud it felt like the walls could hear it. I took a deep breath, slid the key into the lock, and turned it. The quiet click was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. The door swung open, and I slipped inside. The smell of his cologne hit me first—strong and cold, like cedarwood and arrogance. The room was neat, everything perfectly in place. His desk gleamed, his laptop sat closed beside a stack of papers, and a half-empty glass of whiskey sat by the window. I closed the door softly behind me. My cover story ran through my head again: If he catches me, I’ll say I left my bag here yesterday. That’s all. Just retrieving it. I crossed to the desk, careful not to leave footprints on the thick carpet. My fingers itched to touch everything. I didn’t know where to start—the drawers? The laptop? As if on cue, his laptop chimed. I froze. A WhatsApp notification flashed on the corner of the screen, then another, and another. Incoming voice call. What the hell? I leaned closer, frowning. It said “Connected to iPhone.” Which meant the laptop was synced to his phone. That also meant— A voice crackled through the speakers, deep and muffled. “Eliot? Can you hear me?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. It wasn’t on video call mode, but I could hear the voices clearly. Eliot’s familiar tone followed, calm and businesslike. “Yes. I can hear you. You said you had news about the lawyer?” My heart stopped. Another voice came through — this one older, feminine, slightly raspy like she’d smoked her whole life. “The missing lawyer who wrote the original prenup. You said you handled it.” My fingers tightened around the desk edge. Missing lawyer? Eliot’s voice lowered. “I did. There were… complications. But she’s not coming back.” The woman sighed. “And the documents?” “I still have the original,” he said. “It’s safe. No one’s seen it.” I pressed my hand over my mouth to stop a gasp. He was talking about the prenup. The one he swore had been filed and archived. The one I never got a copy of. The one that might hold my freedom. My pulse roared in my ears. The woman’s voice sharpened. “You’d better hope so. If anyone finds that contract, especially the section she warned you about, everything falls apart.” My stomach twisted. What section? What warning? Then another voice entered — male this time, low and serious. “What about your wife, Eliot? You said she’s been asking questions.” Eliot’s tone turned icy. “She’s nothing to worry about. I’ll handle her.” That’s when I realized my hands were shaking. They were talking about me. And about a murder. The female voice returned. “You’d better, because if she stumbles across anything, we’ll have to clean up another mess.” I shut the laptop quickly, pulse hammering. I couldn’t listen anymore. My brain was buzzing with too many thoughts — the lawyer, the prenup, the murder. Had he killed her? The lawyer who wrote the original contract? Was that why I never got a copy — because she was dead? I stumbled toward his filing cabinet, my flashlight trembling as I scanned labels. Projects. Clients. Legal. Legal. I opened it, rifling through folders. Receipts. Tax reports. Nothing labeled Prenup. I yanked open another drawer. More papers. Personal insurance. Stock transfers. Ugh, come on, come on— The sound of heels clicking behind me made me spin. “Michelle?” I froze. Natasha stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes blazing. Crap. “How dare you lie to me?!.” Her tone was sharp enough to cut glass. “I know what you’re fucking doing.” Oh shit! I really didn’t need this right now.

Michelle’s pov I swallowed. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh, please,” she scoffed, storming into the room. “I heard Eliot saying you’ve been learning about the company. Playing the perfect wife again. So much for your big talk about divorce.” My stomach dropped. “That’s not what’s happening.” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at me. “You think you can just flirt your way back into his trust? You think I don’t see what you’re doing?” I took a shaky step back. “Natasha, you’ve got it wrong—” “No, you have it wrong!” she snapped. “He’s mine. You’re just using him!” “What?” I blinked. “What are you talking about?” Her expression twisted with jealousy. “You think you can play innocent? I see how he looks at you again.” My patience snapped. “I don’t want him!” I yelled. “You can have him for all I care!” That stunned her into silence. Then, lower, I added, “He’s a murderer, Natasha.” The color drained from her face. “What?” “You heard me,” I said, voice shaking. “He murdered someone. I overheard his call. A missing lawyer wrote our prenup—he did something to her.” Natasha’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked genuinely rattled, but then her expression hardened again. “You’re lying.” “I’m not,” I said. “You think I’d make that up?” She hesitated, looking toward the door, then back at me. That moment of distraction was all I needed. I spotted a small USB drive sitting near the edge of Eliot’s desk. Without thinking, I reached for it and slipped it into my pocket. When I looked back, Natasha’s eyes had narrowed. “You just took something,” she said quietly. I swallowed. “No, I—” Her gaze turned icy. “You really have no idea what you’re messing with, do you?” “What do you mean?” I asked, stepping back. She hesitated, then whispered, “You don’t know who Eliot really answers to.” “What are you talking about?” Before she could reply, the sound of a car engine rolled up the driveway. Both our heads snapped toward the window. Natasha’s eyes went wide. “He’s back.” “Already? Fuck!!” I hissed. “Hide!” she said, rushing toward the lights. I killed the flashlight and shut the laptop just as headlights flashed across the window. My heart was in my throat as Natasha and I both scrambled to shove drawers closed, straighten the papers, anything to make the room look untouched. The sound of the front door opening made me freeze. “Michelle?” Eliot’s voice echoed down the hall. “Are you home?” Natasha grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the closet. “In here,” she whispered urgently. We slipped inside just as footsteps approached. I pressed a hand over my mouth, trying not to breathe. Through the thin crack in the door, I could see Eliot’s silhouette enter the office. He looked around slowly, his gaze sweeping over the desk, the papers, the floor. Then he frowned, picking up the whiskey glass. “Strange,” he muttered to himself. “I didn’t leave this here.” My pulse was so loud I thought he’d hear it. Natasha’s hand was gripping mine so tightly it hurt. After a few agonizing seconds, his phone rang again. He answered it, his tone calm. “Yes. I’m home now. No, everything’s fine. She doesn’t suspect a thing.” My blood ran cold. He was talking about me. Again. After a few more murmured words, he left the office, shutting the door behind him. We waited another full minute before Natasha finally let out a shaky breath. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “That was too close.” I nodded, barely able to speak. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely stand. When we finally stepped out of the closet, the air felt thinner, colder. I clutched the pocket where the USB sat. I didn’t know what was on it, but whatever it was, it might be the thing that finally brings Eliot down. Natasha glanced at me, her eyes still wide. “You’re insane for doing this,” she muttered. “Maybe,” I said softly, “but it’s the only way to end this.” And as I slipped out of the office that night, every step heavy with adrenaline, one thought pulsed through my mind — Eliot wasn’t just hiding a secret. He was hiding many. And whatever he’d done to that lawyer… I was next if I wasn’t careful.

Michelle’s POV I called Hayden the moment I locked the office door behind me. My hands were still shaking, and the adrenaline hadn’t faded. Natasha’s warning kept looping in my head like a bad echo. “You don’t know who he really answers to.” The words wouldn’t leave me alone. The call barely rang twice before Hayden picked up. “Michelle?” His voice was sharp, like he’d been expecting something bad. “Are you okay?” I leaned back against my bedroom wall, exhaling. “Define okay,” I said, forcing a nervous laugh. “I just broke into my husband’s office, got into a fight with Natasha, and may or may not have stolen something from his desk.” There was silence for a second. Then: “You what?” I winced. “Don’t yell. You’ll make me feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house.” “Michelle, you can’t keep staying there,” Hayden snapped. “I told you it’s not safe! If he’s really connected to a murder—” “I know,” I cut in quickly, not wanting to hear the rest. “But I had to do it. You should’ve heard what I overheard on the call tonight, Hayden. Eliot was talking about the missing lawyer — the same woman who wrote the original prenup. The one I never got a copy of.” He went quiet again. I could practically hear him thinking through the line. “The lawyer who went missing last year?” he finally asked. “Yes,” I said softly. “He mentioned her like… like she wasn’t really gone. Or maybe he knows what happened to her. I don’t know. But I swear, it felt wrong.” “Michelle…” His voice softened now, the edge replaced with worry. “I should’ve never let you stay there.” “Hayden, you didn’t let me,” I said, walking over to the window and peering through the blinds. Eliot’s car was gone — for now. “You just didn’t stop me. And I’m fine, really.” “Fine?” he echoed. “You fought Natasha, stole a USB, and you think the man you’re married to might be a killer. That doesn’t sound fine, Michelle.” I bit my lip and smiled despite the situation. “You know, when you say it like that, it does sound kind of insane.” He groaned softly. “You’re impossible or crazy.” “I prefer resilient,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, if it helps, I kind of wish I were with you instead.” That made him go quiet again, but this time the silence wasn’t tense — it was charged. “Careful,” he said, his voice lower now, rougher. “You say things like that, and I’ll start believing you mean it.” “Maybe I do,” I said before I could stop myself. The line crackled. “Michelle…” I swallowed. “Hayden…” A beat passed, and I felt my heart racing. It was too much. Too soon. I could feel my emotions tangling together — fear, confusion, attraction, exhaustion — all mixing in a way that made me dizzy. I quickly cleared my throat. “Anyway,” I said, forcing a nervous laugh. “You were saying something about me being reckless?” Hayden sighed, clearly realizing I’d changed the subject on purpose. “Right. Reckless.” He paused. “You know… I might have a lead. My friend Ethan — he once dated one of my dad’s old lawyers. I’m not sure if it’s the same woman Eliot mentioned, but it’s worth asking.” I straightened up, hope flickering through my chest. “You think she’d talk to us?” “Maybe,” he said. “She broke up with Ethan years ago, but I can reach out. I’ll call him tonight. If she’s alive, or if she knows something about the prenup… it might explain a lot.” “Good,” I said, pacing slowly. “Let’s visit him tomorrow. Together.” “You sure Eliot won’t get suspicious?” “I’ll make something up,” I said simply. “I’m getting good at lying to him anyway.” He sighed again. “I hate that you have to do this alone.” I smiled softly, trying to push away the ache that rose in my chest. “I’m not alone,” I said. “I have you.” For a second, neither of us said anything. Then, almost reluctantly, I whispered, “Goodnight, Hayden.” “Goodnight, Michelle. Lock your doors please .” “I always do,” I lied. I hung up and threw my phone on the bed. My heart was still beating faster than it should. The warmth in his voice lingered long after the call ended, and I hated how much I liked it. I showered, changed into an oversized T-shirt, and climbed into bed. Sleep didn’t come easily — my thoughts were tangled between what I’d heard on Eliot’s call and the image of Hayden’s half-smile. I tossed, turned, counted imaginary sheep, and cursed my brain for not shutting up. At some point, exhaustion must have won, because the next thing I knew, I was half-asleep when a soft creak broke through the silence. My eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside my window. Then I saw him. Eliot. He was standing at the foot of my bed. My heart dropped to my stomach. “Eliot?” I whispered, sitting up. “What are you doing here?” He was in his usual expensive black shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy. He looked calm — too calm. “It’s my house,” he said quIetly, stepping closer. “And you’re my wife.” Every nerve in my body screamed at the way he said my wife. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over me. “It’s been a while since we’ve… shared a room,” he said, his tone dangerously smooth. I crossed my arms. “And it’s going to stay that way.” He tilted his head. “You sure? Because lately, you’ve been… different.” “Different how?” I asked cautiously. “Bolder,” he said. “Distant, but bold. It’s almost like you’re trying to make me chase you again.” I scoffed. “You’re delusional.” He smirked. “Am I?” He reached out, brushing his fingers against my arm. “You forget, I know you, Michelle. Every little thing. Every sigh. Every lie.” I slapped his hand away and stood up. “Don’t touch me.” His expression hardened. “You’re still my wife.” “And you’re still a fucking liar,” I shot back. That hit him. His jaw tightened. “Careful, Michelle. You’re starting to sound like you know something you shouldn’t.” I met his gaze, unflinching even though my pulse was hammering. “Maybe I do.” He took a step closer, his voice low. “What did you hear?” “Nothing,” I lied quickly. “And even if I did, you wouldn’t admit it.” He smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in it. “You really should be careful, darling. People who dig too deep tend to get buried in their own mess.” I clenched my fists. “Are you threatening me now?” He shrugged. “I’m reminding you of your place.” That was it. Something in me snapped. “My place?” I repeated, voice trembling with anger. “You lost the right to say that the moment you decided to treat me like a stranger in my own marriage.” Eliot’s face darkened. “You don’t talk to me like that.” “Oh, I will,” I said, stepping up to him. “Because I’m not scared of you anymore, Eliot. You might manipulate everyone else, but not me. Not again.” He stared at me for a long moment, his breathing heavy. Then, surprisingly, he laughed softly. “You’ve changed.” “I had to,” I said coldly. “You forced me to.” For a second, I thought he might lunge at me. Instead, he leaned close, his voice barely above a whisper. “You can keep pretending you hate me, Michelle. But deep down, you’re still mine.” “Get out,” I hissed. He raised a brow. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Get the fuck out of my room.” Eliot’s smirk faded. “You don’t order me around in my house.” “Then I’ll start packing,” I said. “Because I’m not sleeping here if you stay.” Something in my tone must’ve told him I meant it, because he stared at me for a long moment — then turned sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed through the walls, and I stood there, shaking, staring at the door like it might burst open again any second. After a long minute, I finally exhaled. I locked the door, then leaned against it, feeling my heartbeat gradually slow down. Only then did it hit me — the fear, the fury, the disgust, all at once. He could’ve hurt me. If I hadn’t pushed him away, if I hadn’t stood my ground… I rubbed my arms, trying to shake the chill crawling down my spine. As I turned off the light and crawled back into bed, I stared at the ceiling, the weight of everything pressing down on me. I had to get out. But first, I needed answers. About the prenup. About the lawyer. About him. And about whoever Eliot really answered to. Because the way Natasha had said it… It didn’t sound like a figure of speech. It sounded like a warning. Somewhere outside, a car door slammed. I froze, listening. Footsteps. Then silence. I swallowed hard, telling myself it was just Eliot leaving again. Or a neighbor. Or maybe the wind. I turned toward the window — but there was nothing. Just the soft glow of the streetlights against the curtains. “Paranoia,” I whispered to myself. “It’s just paranoia.” But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Michelle Pov I did my best to avoid Eliot like the plague for the next two days. It wasn’t easy, considering we still lived under the same roof. Every morning, I’d time my movements carefully — wait until he was in the shower before heading downstairs, linger in the car pretending to check emails until I saw him drive off, and take my meals in my room under the excuse of “work stress.” It was pathetic, really. But it was working. Or at least, I thought it was. The real problem wasn’t Eliot. It was Natasha. She was everywhere. If I went to the kitchen, she was “just cleaning.” If I were working in the living room, she was “organizing paperwork.” And whenever Eliot wasn’t home, she’d suddenly get chatty, dropping thinly veiled hints that she didn’t believe my “divorce” talk. It was like living under surveillance. That morning, she followed me right up until I reached the door. “Going somewhere, Michelle?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake politeness. I forced a calm smile, hand on the doorknob. “Yes. I have an appointment.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “With who?” “Does it matter?” She tilted her head. “You seem to be leaving the house a lot lately. My darling. Eliot was asking about it.” “Then tell him I’m interviewing lawyers,” I said smoothly. “Unless you’d like me to forward my schedule to both of you?” She glared at me, but I didn’t wait for her response. I opened the door and stepped out into the cool air, my heart pounding. God, she was exhausting. Hayden’s car was already parked at the curb, and just seeing him waiting there made me relax a little. He leaned out the window, smirking. “You look like you just escaped prison.” “Pretty close,” I muttered as I climbed in. “You have no idea how suspicious she’s gotten. Natasha watches me like she’s waiting for me to slip.” “Maybe she is,” he said, pulling away from the house. “Maybe Eliot told her to.” “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” He glanced at me. “You sure you’re okay?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t. “I’ll survive. What about your friend? You said he agreed to meet us?” “Yeah,” Hayden said. “His name’s Marcus. He’s—uh—kind of a big deal. Billionaire tech investor, old family money, lots of charm. The kind of guy who gets what he wants.” I raised a brow. “Sounds dangerous already.” He laughed. “He’s harmless. Mostly. Just… don’t be surprised if he flirts a little. He does that with everyone.” “Oh great,” I said dryly. “Just what I need — another arrogant man who thinks he’s irresistible.” Hayden smirked. “At least this one won’t try to kill you.” “Comforting,” I said with a sigh. The drive to Marcus’s estate took about forty minutes, and the further we went, the bigger the houses got. By the time we pulled into his gated driveway, I was convinced his property alone could fit Eliot’s mansion twice over. The house itself wasn’t just big — it was ridiculous. Three floors of glass and steel, fountains on either side of the entrance, and a view of the ocean so perfect it looked fake. “Wow,” I breathed. “Is this a house or a movie set?” Hayden grinned. “Both, probably.” We parked near the entrance, and the massive front doors swung open before we even reached them. Marcus stood there, looking all tall, lean, maybe late thirties. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and his smile was the kind that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. “Hayden!” he said warmly, clapping him on the shoulder before turning his attention to me. “And you must be Michelle.” I smiled politely. “That’s right. Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.” “Are you kidding? I should be thanking you for brightening up my day,” Marcus said, his eyes sweeping over me in a way that made my skin prickle. “Hayden told me you were beautiful, but he undersold it.” Hayden groaned. “Marcus—” “What? I’m just being honest,” Marcus said, his tone playful. “Come on in.” The interior was somehow even more extravagant — modern art, marble floors, a spiral staircase that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. He led us into a lounge area with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water. “Can I get you both anything? Coffee? Wine? I make a mean espresso.” “Coffee’s fine,” I said quickly, ignoring the way he was still looking at me. Hayden shot me a small smile like he was silently saying told you so. When Marcus returned with the drinks, he set mine down carefully and then leaned back, studying me again. “So, Michelle. You’re the one married to Eliot Winters?” “Yes,” I said. “Unfortunately.” He chuckled. “You say that like you regret it.” “I do.” Hayden cleared his throat. “Marcus, we’re here for information, remember?” Marcus smirked. “Right, right. The lawyer.” He set down his cup and leaned forward. “My father had a lawyer years ago named Vivian Hart. Brilliant woman. Handled most of his contracts before she suddenly disappeared. Rumor was, she got in trouble with the wrong client. Sound familiar?” My heart skipped. “Eliot mentioned a lawyer who went missing… that might be her.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Could be. Vivian handled a lot of high-profile prenups, including a few for Eliot’s company back when he was expanding his firm.” Hayden looked at me. “That fits the timeline.” Marcus glanced between us. “So, what’s this about, exactly? Eliot is trying to hide something in the prenup?” I hesitated, but Hayden gave me a small nod — go on. “There’s something wrong with the one I signed,” I admitted. “It’s missing, and Eliot’s been acting strange. We think it might be connected to Vivian’s disappearance.” Marcus whistled softly. “That’s heavy stuff, Michelle.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “You sure you can trust Hayden with this?” I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Because he’s been my friend for years,” Marcus said smoothly, “and I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.” I blinked, caught completely off guard.

Michelle Pov I blinked, caught completely off guard. Hayden groaned. “Marcus—” Marcus laughed. “Relax, man. I’m just saying it’s obvious. And I get it.” He turned back to me, smiling. “You’re… magnetic. It’s distracting.” My cheeks heated. “Uh… thank you?” He chuckled. “Sorry. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “You are,” Hayden muttered under his breath. Marcus only grinned wider. “Good. That means I’m doing it right.” I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the awkward twist in my stomach. “So, about Vivian—” “Oh, right,” Marcus said, reluctantly turning serious again. “I might still have some of her old files. My father kept duplicates of everything. I’ll have my assistant pull them up.” “That would be amazing,” I said quickly, eager to shift the focus back to business. As he stood and made a call, Hayden leaned closer to me. “See? I told you he flirts with everyone.” “Yeah,” I muttered. “But somehow, I think it’s just me today.” Hayden smirked. “You jealous? I glared at him. “Of what, exactly?” “Of him liking you,” he said simply. “Because he does.” I looked away, pretending to admire the view. “That’s ridiculous.” Hayden chuckled softly. “Sure.” Before I could respond, Marcus returned. “Good news. My assistant’s checking the archives. In the meantime…” He handed me another coffee and leaned casually against the back of the couch. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, Michelle? I like to know the people I’m helping.” I hesitated. “There’s not much to tell.” “Oh, come on,” he said, smiling. “Beautiful, brave woman digging into her husband’s secrets — there’s definitely a story there.” “I’m just trying to survive,” I said honestly. His expression softened. “Then let me help.” I blinked. “You already are.” “I mean more than this.” His gaze locked with mine, intense now. “You don’t deserve whatever that man’s put you through. If you ever need anything — protection, resources, a place to stay — you come to me.” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Hayden’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and irritated. “Marcus, tone it down.” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “I’m offering support.” “You’re hitting on a married woman.” “She just said she regrets it,” Marcus countered easily. “And besides, it’s not like you aren’t interested.” The air in the room went thick. “Marcus,” Hayden said through clenched teeth, “you’re out of line.” Marcus smirked. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.” I stood abruptly. “Okay, that’s enough. We didn’t come here to argue over who’s interested in me. We came here for answers.” Marcus immediately looked apologetic. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Michelle. I crossed a line.” Hayden sighed and rubbed his forehead. “You think before you talk, man.” “Not my strongest trait,” Marcus admitted, half-grinning. “But I do mean it — if you need help, you can count on me. No strings attached.” “Thanks,” I said awkwardly, unsure what else to say. We spent another half hour reviewing old files his assistant found. Most were harmless — business contracts, land deals, correspondence logs. But one folder was encrypted and labeled only “Client: E.W.” Eliot Winters. Marcus frowned. “That one’s locked. I can try to get access, but it might take a day or two.” “Please,” I said immediately. “It could be important.” He nodded. “Consider it done.” When it was finally time to leave, Marcus walked us out to the car. “It was a pleasure, Michelle,” he said, holding my hand a little too long. “I hope I’ll see you again soon.” I forced a smile. “Thanks, Marcus. For everything.” “Anytime,” he said, his gaze lingering as Hayden opened the passenger door for me. The moment we were inside and driving down the road, Hayden let out a low whistle. “He’s definitely into you.” “Please don’t start,” I muttered, staring out the window. “I’m just saying, he doesn’t act that way with anyone else.” “Hayden, I don’t have time for that right now.” He glanced at me. “You’re blushing.” “I’m annoyed,” I corrected. “He was making things awkward. And so are you.” He laughed softly. “Alright, alright.” Silence filled the car for a while — but it wasn’t uncomfortable. My thoughts were spinning too fast to feel anything else. Marcus had mentioned an encrypted file. If it really was about Eliot, that could be the key to everything — the prenup, the missing lawyer, maybe even proof of what he’d done. But as much as that excited me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Marcus had looked at me. Or the way Hayden had glared at him. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to do. Between Eliot’s secrets, Natasha’s spying, and two men who clearly had feelings for me — I wasn’t sure who I could trust anymore. And deep down, a part of me wondered if I was already in way too deep.

Michelle’s POV I should’ve known from the moment Marcus walked in that this was going to get complicated. The man oozed the kind of charm that money couldn’t buy — the kind that came from knowing everyone wanted something from him. His black shirt fit too perfectly, and his watch alone probably cost more than my car. But it was his eyes — calculating, sharp, and just a little too interested — that told me I needed to tread carefully. Hayden and I sat across from him in his luxury penthouse, the city skyline stretching behind him like a painting. Marcus leaned back on the couch, sipping his whiskey like this was a casual reunion instead of a mission to find answers. “So,” Marcus said, his tone lazy but his gaze flicking between Hayden and me. “You show up after all these years, and you bring this beautiful woman with you. I’m guessing this isn’t just a social call.” Hayden exhaled slowly. “We need to ask about Vivian.” The air changed instantly. Marcus’s expression hardened. The name alone seemed to crack through the charming façade. “Vivian?” Marcus repeated, setting his glass down. “You mean my ex? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Hayden leaned forward. “You said once your father knew her. She used to work with mine’s legal team, right?” Marcus smirked, but his eyes darkened. “Yeah, she did. Until she vanished. Haven’t heard that name in years.” I exchanged a look with Hayden. He gave a subtle nod — my cue to speak. “Vivian wrote the original prenup between me and Eliot,” I said carefully. “But something happened to her after that. We think it might be connected to Eliot.” Marcus looked at me with interest now, really looking — his eyes scanning my face as though he was searching for something familiar. “So, you’re the wife,” he said slowly. “The one everyone’s whispering about.” I stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He smiled faintly. “Just that I’ve heard things, Michelle. You’re braver than most women I’ve met — coming here with him.” He nodded toward Hayden. “Especially since Eliot doesn’t exactly play nice.” I crossed my arms, ignoring the way my stomach flipped. “I didn’t come here for compliments. I came for answers.” He laughed quietly. “I like her,” he said to Hayden. “She’s got bite.” Hayden’s jaw tensed. “Marcus—” “Relax,” Marcus cut in smoothly, still looking at me. “You know, Vivian was brilliant. She was young, idealistic — thought she could fix the world through contracts. But she made mistakes. The kind that powerful men don’t forgive.” “What kind of mistakes?” I pressed. Marcus hesitated, glancing at Hayden. “Why are you even asking about her? You think Eliot had something to do with her disappearance?” “We don’t think,” Hayden said flatly. “We know he’s hiding something. Michelle found evidence in his office.” Marcus raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You searched his office? Damn, sweetheart. You’ve got guts.” I ignored the endearment, even though it made Hayden stiffen beside me. “So, tell us,” I said, leaning forward. “What was the mistake?” He swirled his glass for a moment before smirking. “I don’t think I should talk about Vivian. Not tonight.” Hayden’s voice dropped, warning in his tone. “Marcus.” Marcus held up a hand. “Hey, I’m not trying to be difficult. But you’re asking me to dig up ghosts, Hayden. And I don’t do that for free.” I frowned. “What do you want?” Marcus’s lips curved into a slow smile — the kind that said he’d been waiting for me to ask. “Dinner.” “Dinner?” I echoed. “With you,” he clarified, eyes locking on mine. “Just you, no bodyguard, no husband, no ex. You have dinner with me, and I’ll tell you exactly what Vivian’s mistake was.” Hayden immediately stood up. “You’re out of your damn mind.” Marcus just chuckled. “You always were too serious, Hayden. I’m not asking her to marry me. Just a dinner. It’s business — well, mostly.” His eyes lingered on me, slow and deliberate. I could feel Hayden’s anger radiating beside me. “She’s not doing that,” he snapped. “Hayden,” I said quietly, trying to calm him. He turned to me, eyes blazing. “You’re not actually considering this, are you?” I swallowed. “We need information. If Marcus knows something about Vivian and the prenup—” “He’s manipulating you,” Hayden interrupted. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But we’ve got nothing else right now.” Marcus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Listen, I get it. You don’t trust me. But Vivian made a legal error — a serious one — and it’s connected to Eliot’s fortune. If you want to know what that is, I’ll tell you… after dinner. Tomorrow night.” Hayden glared. “Why not just tell us now?” Marcus shrugged. “Because some things are better discussed in private.” His gaze flicked to me again. “Preferably over candlelight.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.” He grinned. “I try.” Hayden looked like he wanted to punch him, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. But something in Marcus’s tone told me he really did know something. “Michelle,” Hayden said under his breath, “this isn’t safe.” “I’ll be fine,” I said quietly. “I can handle him.” Marcus smirked. “See? She believes in herself. That’s more than I can say for you, Hayden.” Hayden’s fists clenched. “You’re crossing a line.” “And you’re overreacting,” Marcus shot back. “You came to me for help, remember? I didn’t beg to be involved.” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Okay, enough. Marcus, if I agree to dinner, you’ll talk about Vivian?” He smiled triumphantly. “Absolutely.” “Tomorrow night?” “Eight o’clock. I’ll send a car.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Fine.” Hayden exhaled sharply. “Michelle—” “I said fine,” I repeated firmly. “If this gets us closer to the truth, then it’s worth it.” Marcus stood, extending his hand to me. “Then it’s a date.” I ignored the gesture and stood on my own. “It’s an interrogation, not a date.” He chuckled. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” As we left the penthouse, Hayden was silent. I could practically feel his frustration vibrating in the air. When we got to the car, he finally spoke. “You can’t go.” I buckled my seatbelt. “I already said I would.” “He’s not safe, Michelle.” I shot him a look. “And Eliot is? At least Marcus doesn’t have blood on his hands.” Hayden gripped the steering wheel tighter. “You don’t understand the kind of man Marcus is. He’s a player — rich, manipulative, and always looking for leverage. You think he’s doing this out of kindness?” “No,” I admitted. “But I can use him, too. If he wants to flirt, fine. If it gets us information, I’ll play along.” Hayden turned to look at me, his jaw tense. “You’re really willing to risk that?” I met his eyes. “I’ve risked worse.” For a moment, he said nothing. Then, in a quieter voice, he said, “I don’t like the way he looked at you.” I blinked. “Are you jealous?” His lips twitched. “Maybe. You can’t blame me, though. You’re beautiful, Michelle.” I felt my face heat. “Stop.” He grinned. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who drives me this crazy.” “Then you should’ve stayed away,” I said lightly, trying to mask how his words made my heart stutter. He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re overprotective,” I countered. We both laughed softly, the tension easing for a moment — but only for a moment. Because deep down, I knew tomorrow’s dinner wouldn’t just be about information. Marcus was dangerous in a different way — charming, powerful, and unpredictable. And if I wasn’t careful, I might end up playing a game I couldn’t win. That night, back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Marcus’s smug smile, Hayden’s jealousy, the way both men seemed to orbit my life now — one trying to control it, the other trying to protect it. And me? I was somewhere in the middle, trying not to fall apart. I curled up on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow might bring answers about the prenup, maybe even about Vivian’s disappearance. But it would also bring trouble. Because men like Marcus didn’t give without taking something in return. And I had a feeling I was about to find out just how much he wanted.

Michelle’s POV It was barely noon when my phone started buzzing across the kitchen counter. I glanced at the screen — an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” I answered cautiously. “Well, good morning, beautiful.” My spine stiffened immediately. That voice — confident, low, smooth as velvet — could only belong to one person. “Marcus?” I breathed. “How did you get my number?” He chuckled softly on the other end, like he found my shock adorable. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. I’m a billionaire. I could find the President’s number if I wanted to.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “That’s creepy, Marcus.” “Creepy?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I’d call it resourceful.” “What do you want?” I asked flatly. “You sound tense. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about our little deal?” My lips pressed together. “You mean your blackmail deal? The one where you said you’d only tell me about Vivian if I had dinner with you?” “Blackmail is such an ugly word,” he said smoothly. “Let’s call it a… mutually beneficial arrangement.” “Mutually beneficial my ass,” I muttered. “You just want to flirt.” He laughed, deep and rich. “Can you blame me?” Before I could respond, another voice cut in from the background — a woman’s. “Marcus, who are you talking to?” My stomach dropped. That voice. I’d recognize it anywhere. “Wait,” I said, my pulse picking up. “Was that… Ivonne?” There was a pause, then Marcus sighed. “You’re sharp, I’ll give you that. Yes, I’m at Ivonne’s place. She’s… an old friend.” “You’re at Ivonne’s house?” I asked incredulously. “As in Hayden’s ex?” “She’s not my ex,” Marcus corrected lazily. “And she’s not his, either. From what I gather, they were never officially together.” “Oh my God,” I muttered. “This just keeps getting worse.” “Relax,” he said teasingly. “She called me this morning. We were discussing some mutual business interests — and then I may have mentioned you.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Why would you mention me?” “Because,” he said simply, “you fascinate me.” I was about to tell him off when another voice joined the line — clear, feminine, and unmistakably irritated. “Michelle?” “Ivonne?” I said, dumbfounded. “Why are you with him?” “I could ask you the same thing,” she said dryly. “He just told me you came to him asking about Vivian.” I bit back a groan. “Oh, great. So now he’s sharing my business too.” “Don’t be mad,” Marcus said lightly. “I thought it was interesting that both of you are caught up in this prenup mess. Seems like fate.” “Fate?” I repeated, scoffing. “This isn’t a romance movie, Marcus. It’s my life.” “Exactly,” he said, amused. “Which makes it so much more exciting.” Ivonne sighed on the other end. “Marcus, please stop toying with her.” “Who said I’m toying?” he countered. “I’m being honest. Michelle’s the only woman who’s ever made me consider telling the truth about something.” I rolled my eyes. “And I’m supposed to believe that?” “You don’t have to,” he said smoothly. “But I do have more information. Something Vivian told me before she disappeared.” My heartbeat quickened. “What kind of information?” Marcus hesitated, which only made me more anxious. “She mentioned something about a second contract,” he said finally. “A backup version of the prenup — one that Eliot never wanted anyone to see.” I froze. “A second contract?” “That’s what she said,” he replied. “She was scared — said Eliot found out about it. And not long after that… she was gone.” “Gone?” Ivonne repeated sharply. “You mean killed?” “I never said that,” Marcus replied carefully. “But people don’t just disappear without a trace.” My mind was spinning. Vivian made a backup prenup? That could change everything. That could be proof. “Do you still have it?” I asked quickly. Marcus chuckled. “If I did, sweetheart, I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you. But…” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “But?” “But I know someone who might.” “Marcus,” Ivonne cut in sharply. “If you have information, just say it. Stop playing games.” “Games?” he echoed innocently. “I’m not playing. I’m just… negotiating.” I groaned. “What do you want this time?” “The same thing I asked for before,” he said. “Dinner. With you. No interruptions this time.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed again — another incoming call. Hayden. Of course.

Michelles pov I switched to conference mode and added him to the line. “Michelle?” his voice came through immediately, low and serious. “Why didn’t you answer earlier? I’ve been calling you.” “I was on the phone,” I said quickly. “With Marcus. And Ivonne.” There was a beat of silence. Then Hayden’s voice turned sharp. “You’re what?” Marcus chuckled softly. “Hello to you too, Hayden. Still as polite as ever.” “What the hell are you doing with Ivonne?” Hayden demanded. “She invited me over,” Marcus replied smoothly. “We’re having a lovely chat. Don’t worry, she’s perfectly safe.” Hayden swore under his breath. “If you touch her—” “Relax,” Marcus interrupted. “She’s not my type.” Then he paused. “Michelle, on the other hand…” “Marcus,” I warned, heat rising to my face. Hayden’s tone dropped, dangerous now. “You stay away from her.” “Or what?” Marcus asked, amused. “You’ll come over and throw another one of your famous punches?” “Marcus,” Ivonne cut in, clearly exasperated. “Stop provoking him.” “Fine, fine,” Marcus sighed. “I’ll behave.” Hayden took a deep breath, his tone clipped. “You said you had more information about Vivian.” “I might,” Marcus said casually. “Then tell us,” Hayden snapped. “Not over the phone,” Marcus said. “This is sensitive information.” “Then we’ll meet,” Hayden said. Marcus hesitated. “I’ll meet Michelle. Alone.” Hayden immediately cursed. “Not happening.” “Hayden,” I said quietly, “if it gets us the information—” “No,” he cut in sharply. “You don’t know what he’s capable of.” “She’ll be perfectly safe,” Marcus said lightly. “I’m a gentleman.” “You’re a predator,” Hayden shot back. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “Both of you, stop it. This isn’t helping.” Ivonne’s voice came through, calm but firm. “Hayden, listen. We need this. If Marcus knows anything about a second prenup, it could prove everything Michelle’s been saying.” “I know,” Hayden muttered. “But that doesn’t mean she has to be alone with him.” “She won’t be alone,” Ivonne said. “I’ll be there too.” Marcus laughed softly. “What, like a chaperone? How adorable.” “I’m serious,” Ivonne said sharply. “If you want to talk, it’ll be with both of us present.” Marcus hummed thoughtfully. “You drive a hard bargain, Ivonne. But fine — I’ll allow it.” “Allow it?” I repeated, incredulous. “You’re not in charge here.” “True,” he said with a grin in his voice. “But I do hold the answers. Which gives me some leverage, don’t you think?” Hayden growled under his breath. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Of course I am,” Marcus said cheerfully. “You should see the way Michelle’s voice gets all soft when she’s curious. It’s adorable.” I groaned. “Marcus, I swear—” “What?” he teased. “You’ll punish me?” “Marcus!” Ivonne snapped. He laughed. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop. Look, I’ll send the address for tomorrow night. Seven o’clock. And if you’re all lucky, maybe I’ll tell you what Vivian’s ‘mistake’ really was.” Hayden’s tone was ice. “You so much as touch her, and I swear—” “I know, I know,” Marcus said lazily. “You’ll kill me. You’ve said that before. But you won’t, Hayden. Because you need me.” There was silence for a moment. Then, with a low click, Marcus hung up. I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath. “Well, that went… great,” I muttered. Hayden groaned. “He’s a snake.” “Maybe,” Ivonne said quietly. “But snakes sometimes guard the secrets we need.” Hayden sighed. “Ivonne—” “She’s right,” I interrupted. “We can’t ignore this. If Marcus knows something, we have to hear him out.” Hayden was quiet for a long moment. “I don’t like it, Michelle.” “I know,” I said softly. “But you don’t have to. Just trust me.” He hesitated, then said, “I always do.” That small confession hit me harder than I expected. My chest tightened, my voice softer. “Then let me do this.” Ivonne cleared her throat. “Alright, you two. Save the flirting for later. We’ve got work to do.” Hayden let out a dry laugh. “You always know how to ruin a moment.” “I try,” she said. “But seriously, Michelle — be careful tomorrow. Marcus is clever, and he knows exactly how to get under people’s skin.” “Trust me,” I said. “I’ve already noticed.” Hayden sighed again. “I’ll follow you there.” “Hayden—” “Don’t argue. I’ll stay outside. You won’t even see me.” I smiled faintly. “Fine. But if you break into the restaurant and start a scene, I’m pretending I don’t know you.” He laughed softly. “No promises.” When the call finally ended, I sat there staring at my phone, heart still pounding. Marcus had Vivian’s secrets. Hayden had jealousy. Ivonne had logic. And me? I was right in the middle of it — the girl everyone wanted something from, but who wasn’t sure who to trust anymore. Still, I knew one thing for sure. Tomorrow’s “meeting” wasn’t just about the prenup. It was about control — who had it, who was losing it, and who I’d have to outsmart to survive this game. And something told me Marcus wasn’t the only one who’d be playing.

Michelle’s POV I told myself I wouldn’t be nervous. That I was going there for information and not a date. But the second I stepped into Marcus Hale’s other house, this one was a penthouse, my confidence began to unravel. The man had taste. The kind of taste that screamed money. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the living room, showing off a skyline that looked painted by a god. Everything glowed glass, gold, and expensive art that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. And there he was. Marcus. He was sitting casually on the couch, a drink in hand, looking completely at ease in his dark navy shirt that was unbuttoned just enough to be infuriating. When he saw me, he smiled in a slow, confident, the kind of smile that made women forget what they came for. “Michelle,” he said, rising to his feet. “You actually came.” “Don’t sound so surprised,” I said, walking in, pretending like my heart wasn’t doing somersaults. “You did say you had information.” He grinned, eyes sweeping over me in a way that made my skin feel too tight. “I did. But I also said dinner. You look stunning, by the way.” I looked down at my outfit — a simple white blouse and dark jeans. “This is just something I threw on.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should throw things on more often.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” he said. “But you like that, don’t you?” “Not even a little,” I said too quickly. His grin widened, and he gestured toward the dining table, which looked like it came out of a five-star restaurant — candles, wine glasses, and perfectly plated dishes. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” I sighed but took a seat. “You really went all out for this, didn’t you?” “Of course,” he said, sitting across from me. “You’re not the kind of woman a man brings to a cheap dinner.” I ignored that and focused on the plate in front of me. “So,” I said, cutting a piece of steak, “you said you had more to tell me about Vivian.” He poured me a glass of wine, smiling like he enjoyed my attempt to stay serious. “Straight to business. You really don’t know how to relax, do you?” “I’ll relax when Eliot is behind bars,” I said flatly. His eyes gleamed with interest. “You really hate him that much?” “I don’t hate him,” I said softly. “I just… want the truth.” “Truth,” he echoed, swirling his drink. “That’s dangerous stuff.” “Not as dangerous as staying married to a murderer.” He chuckled. “Touché.” For a few minutes, we ate in silence — or at least, I tried to. Marcus kept watching me like I was another course on the menu. Finally, I put my fork down. “Marcus,” I said, leaning forward, “if you don’t start talking about Vivian soon, I’m leaving.” He smiled lazily. “You really don’t know how to enjoy a night out, do you?” “This isn’t a night out,” I said sharply. “You promised to tell me what she told you.” “Patience,” he murmured. “Beautiful things take time.” I groaned. “You’re unbelievable.” He leaned back, still smirking. “Alright, alright. Vivian. You really want to know?” “Yes!” He studied me for a long moment, then said softly, “She was scared, Michelle. The last time I saw her, she said Eliot had discovered her mistake — something in the prenup. Something that could ruin him.” My heartbeat quickened. “What mistake?” He tilted his head. “That’s the tricky part. She didn’t tell me the details. She said she was coming to see me the next day to explain everything… but she never showed up.” “She disappeared.” “Exactly.” I exhaled slowly. “Do you think Eliot—” “—had something to do with it?” He shrugged. “That’s what I’ve always wondered. And now that you’re back in the picture, well… maybe it’s time the truth came out.” I frowned. “Then why the games, Marcus? Why all this flirting and nonsense? Just give me what you know.” He smiled faintly, eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Because I like watching you fight me for it.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He leaned forward, voice dropping low. “You’re fiery, Michelle. Most people get nervous around me — but you? You look me straight in the eye and call me out. I find that intoxicating.” I swallowed hard. “This isn’t about flirting.” “Everything’s about chemistry,” he said softly. “Even this.” I stood abruptly. “I think we’re done here.” “Sit down,” he said gently but firmly. I glared at him, but something about the calm authority in his tone made me pause. “Please,” he added. I hesitated, then sat again, keeping my eyes on him. “You really think charm is going to make me forget why I came here?” He smiled faintly. “No. But maybe it’ll make you stay long enough to hear what I really have to say.” I folded my arms. “Then talk.” He leaned forward slightly, the air between us shifting. “Vivian wasn’t the only one Eliot threatened. There were others — people inside the company. I think he’s been using that prenup to keep them silent. But I need proof before I accuse him.” “And you think I can get it?” I asked. “I think you already have,” he said. “You just don’t realize it yet.” “What are you talking about?”

Michelle Pov He smiled. “You’ve been in his house. You’ve seen his patterns. You’re the closest one to him right now. If anyone can find what Vivian hid, it’s you.” I frowned, uneasy. “That’s not an answer, Marcus. That’s manipulation.” “Maybe,” he said, his tone almost teasing. “But manipulation works best when it’s true.” I shook my head, frustrated. “You really do think you can talk your way through anything, don’t you?” He chuckled softly. “Usually, I can.” I stared at him — that confident grin, the calm arrogance, the slight danger behind his eyes. He was impossible to read, and that made him dangerous. But then he stood, walked around the table, and stopped beside me. My breath caught as I looked up at him. “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he murmured. “I’m not,” I said quickly. He smiled faintly. “Then why are you shaking?” I glanced down — damn him, he was right. My hand trembled slightly against the table. He reached out and gently brushed his fingers against mine. “See? You feel it too.” “Marcus—” “I’m not Eliot,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “I know,” I said softly. “But that doesn’t mean I trust you.” “Fair enough,” he said, smiling again. “But trust isn’t necessary for attraction.” He was close now — too close. His cologne filled the space between us, warm and faintly spicy, and my heartbeat was out of control. His gaze flicked to my lips. “Tell me to stop,” he said quietly. I froze. My voice barely worked. “Marcus…” “Tell me,” he murmured, leaning in, his breath ghosting over my skin. For one dizzy second, I didn’t. For one dizzy second, I wanted to know what would happen if I didn’t. Then I came to my senses. “No,” I said sharply, pushing his chest. “Stop.” He blinked, genuinely surprised, before stepping back. I stood quickly, putting distance between us. “This was a mistake.” “Michelle—” “Don’t,” I said firmly. “Don’t try to twist this. You’re helping me because you want something — fine. But whatever this is?” I gestured between us. “It’s not happening.” He stared at me for a long moment, then smiled — slow and amused, but with a glimmer of respect in his eyes. “You’re stronger than I thought,” he said softly. “Good,” I said, grabbing my bag. “Then maybe you’ll start taking me seriously.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You really have no idea how irresistible you are when you’re angry.” I rolled my eyes. “Goodbye, Marcus.” “Michelle.” I paused at the door, turning back. “Be careful,” he said quietly. “You’re getting closer to something dangerous. Vivian was, too.” I hesitated. “You mean Eliot.” He didn’t answer — just gave a small, knowing smile. “Let’s just say… the man you think you know isn’t the only one playing this game.” A chill went through me. “What does that mean?” He only smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough.” I exhaled shakily and left before he could say another word. By the time I got to my car, my hands were still trembling — partly from anger, partly from something else I didn’t want to name. Marcus Hale was dangerous. Not just because of what he knew… but because of how easily he got under my skin. And for the first time, I wasn’t entirely sure which danger scared me more. I couldn’t stop replaying the evening with Marcus as I drove home. The city lights blurred past the windshield, but my mind was somewhere else entirely — mostly stuck between irritation and confusion. Marcus had almost kissed me. Almost. The memory made me groan out loud. “God, what were you thinking, Michelle?” He had that kind of charm that was dangerous — practiced, slow, and dripping with confidence. The type that could make any woman feel like she was the only one in the room. But I knew better. Or at least, I should’ve known better. I pressed my fingers to my lips, feeling the faint warmth still there. No, I hadn’t let it happen — I stopped him before he could. But still, I shouldn’t have let it get that close. And yet, his words stuck with me. “Vivian hid something. Something your dear husband didn’t want anyone to find.” What the hell did that mean? What could Vivian have hidden that Eliot wanted buried so badly he’d possibly kill for it? I pulled into the driveway, parked, and sighed deeply. The mansion was dark except for the warm glow in the living room. Eliot was still awake. Perfect. I took a deep breath, fixed my hair in the mirror, and reminded myself to act calm. If he suspected I’d been digging again, he’d never let me out of his sight. As soon as I walked in, Eliot was there — lounging on the couch, his laptop open, a glass of whiskey in hand. He looked up the second I stepped inside. “You’re home late,” he said, voice low and smooth. Too smooth. “Where the fuck have you been? And… dressed like that.”

Michelle Pov I glanced down at myself, it was a fitted black dress and heels. Okay, fair point. “I had a meeting,” I said quickly, closing the door behind me. “Meeting,” he repeated, setting his glass down and leaning forward. “With who?” I forced a small laugh. “You don’t interrogate me when I meet with clients, do you?” “Clients don’t usually make you smile like that,” he said, his eyes narrowing. I froze for a second. Smile like that? Was it that obvious? “I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to smile,” I shot back. “You’re allowed to do a lot of things, Michelle,” he said, standing up. “But lying to me isn’t one of them.” “Wow,” I said, crossing my arms. “That’s rich coming from you.” He tilted his head slightly, a small smirk forming. “Careful.” “I’m serious, Eliot,” I snapped, feeling my pulse spike. “You don’t get to question where I go or who I see anymore. We’re separated.” His expression shifted , the amusement was gone, replaced by something darker. “Separated or not, you’re still my wife,” he said. “And you live under my roof.” “For now,” I said through clenched teeth. “And remember that you’re going to respect me while I’m here.” He stared at me for a moment, then exhaled sharply and turned away, running a hand through his hair. For a second, I thought I saw something flash in his eyes , guilt, maybe? Or anger. I couldn’t tell anymore. Finally, he muttered, “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” That stopped me cold. “What?” “You’ve been digging,” he said, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Asking questions. Sneaking around. You think I don’t notice?” My stomach dropped. “Eliot, what are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb,” he said. “You want something from me. The prenup, right? That’s what this is all about.” I swallowed hard, trying not to show panic. “I want the truth, Eliot.” “The truth?” he repeated, chuckling darkly. “Careful what you wish for, Michelle. You might not like it.” He walked past me and headed upstairs, leaving the faint scent of his cologne in his wake. I stood frozen for a full minute after he left, my heart pounding like a drum. He knew. Maybe not everything, but enough to be dangerous. This made everything harder. If Eliot was onto me, I’d have no chance to sneak into his office again, not with him watching my every move. I sighed and started to head toward my room when a voice stopped me. “Rough night?” I spun around to see Natasha standing in the hallway, her arms crossed, that signature knowing smirk on her face. “What do you want, Natasha?” I asked tiredly. She raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you greet someone who’s about to make your night a lot more interesting?” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” She stepped closer and pulled something out of her purse — a thin brown envelope. “What’s that?” She held it out between two fingers, tauntingly. “Something you’ve been dying to see.” I hesitated before slowly taking it. My breath caught when I saw the label on the corner. Prenuptial Agreement. My hands trembled as I looked up at her. “How did you get this?” She smirked. “I have my ways.” “You stole it?” I whispered. “‘Stole’ is such a strong word,” she said lightly. “Let’s just say I borrowed it from someone who didn’t deserve to have it.” I stared at her, unsure whether to thank her or suspect her of setting me up. “Why are you giving this to me?” Her expression hardened. “Because you promised to leave when you got what you needed. Remember?” I swallowed. “Yeah… I remember.” “Good,” she said sharply. “Then don’t forget it. Eliot doesn’t like women who overstay their usefulness.” I frowned. “You’re acting like you’re doing me a favor.” “I am,” she said simply. “You just don’t realize it yet.” And with that, she turned and walked off, her heels clicking against the marble floor. I stood there staring after her, the envelope clutched tightly in my hands. After a few seconds, I rushed to my room, locked the door, and tore it open. Inside was the original prenup — the one I’d signed months ago, before the marriage turned into this living nightmare. I spread it out on my desk and began scanning through the pages. The first thing I noticed was the company name — E. L. Holdings, written everywhere. But nowhere did it actually say Eliot’s name. That was… odd. I frowned, flipping through the pages again. It didn’t make sense. Why would he use his company name instead of his own? I sat back, running a hand through my hair. “What are you hiding, Eliot?” I muttered under my breath. Was this what Vivian — the missing lawyer — had discovered? Something about this agreement that didn’t line up? The longer I stared at the document, the more uneasy I felt. It wasn’t just business secrecy. It was intentional. Every clause, every signature placement, every word felt like it was designed to obscure the truth. And the more I thought about what Natasha said — you promised to leave when you got what you needed — the more dread twisted in my gut. What if this was all a trap? What if Eliot already knew I’d get this? I looked down at the paper again, tracing the embossed company seal with my fingertips. “E. L. Holdings,” I whispered. Not Eliot Lawrence. Just E.L. What if “E.L.” wasn’t just him? What if it stood for something else — or someone else entirely? A chill ran down my spine. I glanced around the room, suddenly aware of how quiet it was. Too quiet. The shadows seemed to stretch longer than usual, the ticking clock louder, the stillness heavier. I exhaled shakily, pushing the prenup away from me. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Just… relax. You’ve got what you needed. Tomorrow, you’ll show it to Hayden. He’ll know what to do.” But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted tonight. Eliot knew. Natasha knew. And now, I knew too much. And somehow, that didn’t feel like a victory, it felt like a warning.

Michelle’s Pov Hayden and I were sitting in the living room. It was afternoon. I had the envelope on the coffee table, and the paper inside was thick. “Look at it again,” I said. Hayden picked up the documents. It was the copy of the prenup I had gotten when I first signed. I had signed it so fast that I did not even really look at the small words. I trusted Eliot and that was a dumb thing to do. Hayden started turning the pages. He was reading very slowly, and I just watched him. I did not move much. I was watching his face to see if he saw the thing I saw. “Okay,” he said. He flipped a page. “Standard stuff, I guess. Money distribution, future earnings. If you divorce him, you get a certain amount of that old land.” “Keep going,” I told him. “Get to the last part.” He nodded and flipped two more pages. He stopped at the very end of the agreement. This was the part where it named the parties and the obligation. He read the page, and his eyes stayed still for a long time. Then they moved, they got wide. His mouth opened just a little bit. “What is it?” I asked him. I knew what it was, but I needed him to say it out loud. He put the paper down on the table very gently. He looked up at me, his face was pale. “Michelle,” he said. “This is bad.” “I know it’s bad,” I said. “What did you see?” “It does not say Eliot,” Hayden said. He tapped the paper with his finger. “Right here. The agreement is with E.L. Holdings.” I nodded. “I know. It says I am legally bound to E.L. Holdings, not to Eliot Larraby as a person.” “That is a huge difference,” Hayden said. He looked at the document again. “Why would he do this? Why would Eliot make the contract with his company?” “I guess because he is Eliot,” I said. “He must always be planning for something terrible.” Hayden picked up his phone right away. He did not even look at the screen, he put it up to his ear. “I need to call Ted,” he said. “Ted is my lawyer friend. He knows about these kinds of agreements.” The phone rang twice. Then Ted answered, Hayden stood up, and walked away from the coffee table. He walked over to the window and looked outside while he talked. I could not hear the lawyer, but I could hear Hayden. “Hey Ted,” Hayden said. “Listen, I have a fast question. It’s about a prenup.” Hayden paused. He waited for Ted to say something. “Yeah, not mine,” Hayden said. “It’s someone else’s, just listen. The prenup states that the person is marrying a man, but the contract is actually signed with the man’s company. A holding company, is that normal?” He waited again. He ran his hand through his hair. “No, I am reading it right now,” Hayden said. “The man’s name is in the text, sure. But the party of the first part is listed as E.L. Holdings.” Another long pause. “The agreement says that if she breaks the contract, or tries to leave, or does anything the company does not like, then she loses everything. Everything,” Hayden repeated. He stopped moving and looked at me across the room. His eyes were focused, but he looked stressed out. “So the personal name is just for show? Just for the wedding? The real contract is with the business?” Hayden took a deep breath. “And what does that mean for the person who signed it? The woman?” He listened again. It was a very long listening time. Ted must have been talking a lot. I just sat there on the couch and waited for Hayden to talk. I felt the paper under my hand, it was just paper, but it was trapping me. “So she is bound to the company’s rules, not the husband’s rules. Is that what you are telling me?” Hayden asked. He sounded like he was trying to understand a math problem. He nodded to himself. “Okay. That makes sense for Eliot, I guess. He makes the company the husband.” I did not like the sound of that at all. The company was the husband. “Is there any way out of a contract like that, Ted?” Hayden asked. He listened again. He turned his back to me and faced the window, I could not see his face. “Okay, A loophole. There is a loophole,” Hayden said. I moved forward on the couch. “What kind of loophole?” Hayden paused. He looked like he was thinking about what Ted had just said. He looked like he was thinking very hard. “Wait, say that again. Say the rule part again. The rule about the company.” He listened for about a minute. I felt impatient, but I did not say anything. Hayden turned around. He still had the phone to his ear, but he was looking right at me. He looked like he had just been punched, but also like he had just won the lottery. It was a strange look. “So, the agreement is with the company,” Hayden said to Ted. “And it states that the contract is dissolved only if the contract terms are met, or if she marries another party within the E.L. Holdings structure.” He looked at me with huge eyes. “No, I understand,” Hayden said into the phone. “So if she marries anyone who is a shareholder, or an executive, or someone with a legal tie to E.L. Holdings, the original prenup is canceled. Because that person’s agreement and contract with the company would override the previous agreement.” Another short pause. “Okay. That is the only way? Marry someone else within the company?” Hayden shook his head a little bit. “This is completely insane, Ted. I appreciate it. Call you later.” He ended the call and put the phone in his pocket. He came back to the coffee table and sat down across from me. “Well?” I asked. My voice was just a whisper.

Hayden’s Pov I leaned forward. “It is true, Michelle. The contract is with E.L. Holdings.” “The company is my husband,” she said. “Exactly. Eliot did not want to bind you to him, he wanted to bind you to his business. That makes the contract almost unbreakable,” I said. “The whole thing is about company loyalty and company assets.” “And the loophole?” She asked me. I breathed out slowly. “Ted said there is a way out. It is the only way out that is written in the small print in the contract. It is a terrible way out, but it is there.” “Tell me,” she demanded. “Hold up, let me guess. Marry someone in the company?” “Right,” I confirmed. I kept my voice flat. “And Ted said it has to be someone with a specific kind of legal standing. An executive or a shareholder with a big contract, not just some secretary in the mailroom. It has to be someone who has enough weight to void the first agreement.” Michelle slowly lifted her eyes from the paper and looked at me. She knew what I was going to say next, it was obvious. It was the only thing that made sense. “I am an executive,” I told her. I said the words very plainly. “I have a Vice President contract. It is a very big contract, which is why Eliot brought me back here from the college and why I am listed in the company records.” She just stared at me. Her expression was not surprise, it was something else. It was like I had just told her that the sky was green. She just stared. I needed to make the suggestion. I had to say the actual words. I leaned forward in the chair. “We have to get married,” I said. It felt weird to say the words to her. “You and me. We need a contract marriage, just for the paperwork, to satisfy the stupid rule in the prenup.” The color left her face very fast. I watched it happen, she went pale. She did not say anything right away. She just stared at me with that same expression. “A contract marriage,” I repeated, trying to sound normal. I cleared my throat. “We sign the papers, go to the judge. Ted handles the filing with the state and the agreement is voided. You are free from Eliot’s company. Then we get a divorce later, it can be fast. Ted said it can be very fast.” Michelle finally blinked. Her lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then she managed to speak. The sound was very thin. “You,” she whispered. “You and you.” I waited. “I cannot marry you,” she said. Her voice was a little louder now, it had a sudden sharp edge to it. “That is crazy.” “It is the loophole,” I insisted. “It is the only way that Ted said is guaranteed to work. It is in the prenup itself.” She shook her head very slowly. She was still looking at me, but her eyes were seeing something else. She was looking past me, maybe at the idea of it. “You’re my stepson,” she protested. The words came out hard. She said her stepson liked it was the worst word in the world. Like it was a word that made everything dirty and wrong. I sat back hard in the chair. The suddenness of her anger made me stop talking. The protest hit me like a physical thing. “That is what you are, Hayden,” she continued. She was breathing fast. “You are my husband’s son. You are like family. You are in the family.” “We are not family,” I told her. I spoke quickly to stop her from talking more. “Eliot is not your husband anymore. We all know that and he is barely my father. We are not family like that.” She pushed herself up from the couch. She stood up very straight and moved over to the window. She stood where I was standing when I was talking to Ted. She looked outside at the street. “It does not matter what we think,” Michelle said. “It matters what the paper says and what people would think. It is wrong.” “It is paperwork,” I said. I tried to sound patient, and I stood up too. I walked two steps toward her. I stopped when I was halfway across the room. I did not want to get too close. “It is just a legal document. We sign it. We do not have to live together, we don’t even have to do anything like that.” “But it says we are married,” she insisted. She turned around to face me. Her face still looked very pale, but her eyes were very bright now. “It is a lie.” “It is a legal trick,” I corrected her. “It is what Eliot set up. He is the one who made the contract like this, not me.” I wanted to explain why he did it, I knew why he did it. Eliot did not want to protect his marriage. He wanted to protect his company from her if they divorced. He made the prenup a company loyalty agreement. If she ever tried to leave, she was fighting the entire company, not just him. “He wrote that loophole in there on purpose,” I explained. I kept my voice low and steady. “He is that paranoid. He wanted an emergency exit plan if she got too powerful or too close to his business secrets.” Michelle crossed her arms over her chest. “Why would he write that it is canceled if I marry an executive? That makes no sense.” “It makes perfect sense for Eliot,” I said. I tried to keep the anger out of my voice. “The only person who can cancel a binding company agreement is another person with an even stronger binding company agreement. Someone who has a contract that is more important than yours. Ted said it is a way to stop a lawsuit before it starts. He set it up so that only a senior member could dissolve a contract like this. He did not think it would ever happen.” “And you are that senior member,” she stated. “Yes. I am one of them,” I confirmed. “I am the only one you know and the only one who cares what happens to you.”

Hayden’s Pov She did not answer that. She just looked at me, I could see the disgust in her face. It was not anger anymore, it was disgusting. She looked at me and she saw something dirty. She saw something wrong and something maybe even gross. It was just a quick look, but it cut me deeply. It was a very simple feeling, it hurt. It was not what I expected. I expected her to be shocked, maybe angry at the idea of marriage but the disgust was something else. It was bad. “It is just a name on a piece of paper,” I repeated. I felt like my words were failing me. “It is an administrative process. That is all it is.” “It is not just a name,” Michelle insisted. “It is a ceremony. It is a lie to break a different lie. It is marrying my stepson.” “We are not doing this for fun,” I said. My voice got a little louder. I did not mean for it to. “We are doing this because you are legally trapped. You are trapped by his company. You are trapped by Eliot’s paranoia, he set this trap.” I took another step closer. I needed her to see the reality of the problem. “If you do not do this, you cannot leave the house,” I told her. “You cannot divorce him without losing everything you own, everything you ever will own. He will ruin you, he set it all up. This loophole is the only way out, Michelle.” She closed her eyes for a moment. She turned her head away. “I know it is the only way,” she whispered. “But it is you, Hayden. I just…” She trailed off. She did not finish the sentence but I knew what she meant. I tried to keep my face completely blank. I needed to ignore the way her disgust made me feel. I had to focus on the problem, I had to be practical. “Look at the solution,” I said. “Do not look at the person, just look at the solution.” She opened her eyes and looked back at me. Her expression was a little softer now, but still very hesitant. “We need to talk about the details,” I continued. “We need a plan that is so simple and so fast that Eliot cannot find out until it is too late. No one can know about this, not even Ted’s receptionist. This has to be completely silent.” Michelle turned then, finally. She looked me in the eyes. The bright sharpness was gone, replaced by a heavy decision. “If anyone finds out,” she said. “If the media gets this story, even for a second, my life is ruined. Eliot will use it to make me look completely crazy. He will say I married you out of greed or worse.” “He can say whatever he wants,” I pointed out. “But if the prenup is voided, he loses his legal power over you, and his words become just noise. Right now, his words are law because of that paper.” “Okay,” she said, nodding once, very quickly. “The plan. What are the rules for this fake marriage? We have to set them now.” I started walking towards the coffee table again. I needed to sit down and make this feel like a meeting. “We’ll figure that out as time goes on. Now, we need to focus on the important details.” “If we do this,” she started. “If we actually go through with this contract marriage. What happens when Eliot finds out?” “He loses,” I said simply. “That is what happens. He finds out that his own stupid legal trick was used against him. His own safety net just became the thing that let you walk free.” I paused. I was watching her face, she was starting to think it through more logically. She was looking at the escape, not the problem of marrying me. “He will be angry at me,” I continued. “He will be angry that I married you. He will be angry that I did not tell him, and he will be furious that I broke his contract with his company.” “He will be furious at both of us,” Michelle corrected. “Yes,” I agreed. “But by the time he is furious, it will not matter. The original prenup is gone, you are free. His contract is void, he cannot undo a legal marriage, even if it is just on paper.” She went silent again. She took her arms down from her chest and she put one hand on the cool windowpane. “It just feels impossible,” she said. “It is impossible, but we have to do it anyway,” I replied. “This is a situation that only has terrible choices. This is the least terrible choice.” I waited for her to agree. I needed her to agree, I needed her to stop looking at me like I was a mistake. I needed her to see me as the solution, even if I was the stepson. “Okay,” she finally said. The word was very quiet. “If Ted can promise it is only on paper, if he can promise that this is the only way out. Then we do it.” I felt a massive wave of relief. I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. “He promised,” I said. “He is my friend. He would not lie to me about something this important.” I watched her face again. Even with the agreement, the disgust was still there. It was just hidden deeper now. It was not nice to see. I stood there, and I knew that this marriage was going to be complicated, even if it was just on paper. “Let’s call Ted back,” I suggested. “We need to set the date.” I picked up my phone. I felt a weird mix of nerves and purpose. I was about to marry my stepmother to save her from my father. It was the most messed-up and most logical thing I had ever done.

Michelle’s Pov A couple of days later, the phone rang. I was sitting at the kitchen island reading the contract that Ted had sent over for me and Hayden to sign. It was the pre-divorce agreement, and it was very detailed and very depressing. I did not recognize the number on the screen. I answered it anyway. “Hello?” “Michelle. It is Marcus,” the voice said. It was smooth. I frowned. I had not talked to Marcus, one of Eliot’s old business partners, in a long time, not since the party a month ago. “Oh, hello Marcus,” I said. I tried to sound polite and surprised. “How are you?” “I am fine,” he replied. “But I have been thinking about you and about Vivian. I think I have something you need to hear about her.” My hand tightened around the pen I was holding. Vivian was the only thing I cared about finding answers for. “What is it?” I asked. I went quiet. I needed to hear every word. “Not over the phone,” Marcus said. His voice dropped a little. “This is very private. It involves Eliot and some legal stuff, you know how he is. Everything is secret.” I glanced around the empty kitchen. Eliot was away at some conference, Hayden was busy at the company and I was alone. “Can you tell me if it is important?” I pushed. “It is more than important,” he insisted. “It might explain everything that happened to her. It might explain why she was so desperate to leave him.” I knew Marcus knew about the prenup. He was Eliot’s friend and he probably knew more about Eliot’s business than anyone except Hayden. “Where do you want to meet?” I asked him. I was desperate for information, I had to go. “There is a small place near the park,” Marcus said. “Very quiet, it’s called The Oak Tree Bistro. Say, lunch at one o’clock?” “One o’clock is good,” I confirmed. “I will be there.” He said goodbye, and I hung up the phone. I looked back at the divorce contract on the island. I had one week until the fake wedding, and I could not afford to miss any chance for real answers. ******* I got to The Oak Tree Bistro at five minutes to one. Marcus was already there, sitting in a booth in the corner. He stood up when he saw me, which was polite. “Michelle,” he said. He smiled and pulled the table out for me to slide in. “Thank you for meeting me.” “Thank you for calling,” I said, sitting down. “I want to hear whatever you have about Vivian.” A waiter came over and we ordered coffee. As soon as the waiter walked away, Marcus leaned in across the table. “It is about more than Vivian,” he said. His voice was low. “It is about all of you. All the women Eliot marries.” I looked at him, waiting. “Vivian found something,” Marcus continued. “Something in the E.L. Holdings paperwork. Something she should never have seen.” “What was it?” I asked. I felt a chill run down my arms. Marcus paused, looking around the restaurant, even though it was almost empty. He did that like he was checking for spies. “You know how Eliot likes control,” Marcus said. “Total control. He does not just want a wife, he wants a loyal asset.” “I know that,” I said, feeling sick. Marcus reached across the table. He touched my hand, resting his fingers lightly on my wrist. It was a lingering touch, it felt too close. “Do not worry,” he said softly. “I will protect you.” I pulled my hand back and put both of them in my lap. “Just tell me about Vivian and the company papers.” Marcus took his hand back and did not look annoyed. He just smiled, and he leaned in even closer. I could smell his cologne, it was too strong. “The prenup,” Marcus said. “You signed one, Vivian signed one. Every wife signs one.” “Yes,” I confirmed. “It is with E.L. Holdings, not Eliot himself. I know that now.” Marcus’s eyebrows shot up. “You know that? How did you find that out?” “I read the paper recently,” I lied easily. I did not mention Hayden or the loophole. “I realized the party of the first part was the company.” “Well, you are smarter than Vivian was, then,” Marcus said. “She only found out when she was trying to get a loan for her charity. She had to show the bank her assets, and the bank lawyers flagged it. They told her she was legally bound to the corporation.” “So it is a company contract,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “It is worse than that,” Marcus replied, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. “Vivian discovered the clause, the clause that says if a woman ever divorces Eliot or breaks the contract, E.L. Holdings has the right to completely bankrupt them. They do not just take the money she would have gotten. They pursue her for damages, and they can wipe out her private savings. They can sue for loss of business revenue.” My breath hitched in my throat. This was so much worse than I thought. I had been worried about losing the house and Eliot’s money, not losing my life savings. “It is a legal trap,” I stated. “A completely unbreakable legal trap,” Marcus agreed. He reached for my hand again, and this time he was more aggressive. He took my hand and held it, his fingers were large and dry. “You see, Michelle,” he said, holding my hand too tightly. “Eliot does not marry women for love. He marries them to keep them quiet, to control the media around E.L. Holdings and if they ever try to talk, he holds this legal sword over their heads. Vivian figured out that she could never leave, not without losing everything she ever worked for, even before she met Eliot.” I tugged my hand away again. “Marcus, please. The touching is too much, just talk.” He let go instantly, lifting both hands in surrender. “I am sorry, Michelle. I just worry about you, you look stressed and you are too beautiful to be stressed.”

Michelle’s Pov I ignored the compliment and focused on the terrible information. “Vivian knew she was trapped. That is why she was so desperate.” “Yes,” Marcus confirmed. “She was trying to find a way to quietly transfer her private assets out of the country before she filed for divorce. She did not want to be a public figure. She just wanted to disappear.” “And Eliot found out,” I finished. “Eliot always finds out,” Marcus said. He leaned in again, he was making me very uncomfortable. “You are going to be next, Michelle,” he said. “He is starting to suspect you are not happy. He is going to turn E.L. Holdings on you, you need protection.” “I can protect myself,” I told him. Marcus shook his head. “No one can protect themselves from Eliot and his legal team. Only someone powerful can protect you, someone on the inside.” He let the implication hang in the air. He was talking about himself, he was the powerful someone on the inside. He wanted me to need him. “You are the one who has all the information,” I pointed out. “Why are you telling me this? Why do you care about Eliot’s ex-wife?” Marcus smiled that too smooth smile again. “I care about the people Eliot hurts and I care about you. You and I, are similar. We understand how the game is played.” “What game?” I asked. “The game of control,” he said. He watched me with sharp eyes. “I know how the company works. I know how Eliot thinks. You need a powerful partner, Michelle. Someone who is on your side, and who is strong enough to stand up to E.L. Holdings.” He was making his move. He was offering to be my new husband, my new protector. The new man with the legal contract. “Thank you for the information, Marcus,” I said. I stood up, I could not sit there any longer. “It is very helpful. I need to go now, I have a lot to think about.” Marcus stood up too, very slowly. He looked disappointed, but he did not try to touch me again. “You call me, Michelle,” he ordered. “You call me when you decide to fight back. I will be waiting.” I nodded quickly and turned away, walking fast out of the bistro. I needed to get away from Marcus and his too-close presence. ******** My phone rang immediately as I walked out. It was Hayden, my chest felt tight. I answered on the second ring. “Hayden,” I said, keeping my voice very level and calm. “Michelle,” he replied. His voice was not loud like before, but it was low and tight. It was worse than yelling, it was the sound of barely contained rage. “Enjoying your date?” he asked. The words were delivered with a cold, cutting sarcasm that hit me harder than his previous yelling. “It was not a date,” I fired back, my own control slipping. “Stop saying that. I told you why I was there, I went to gather information about Vivian and the legal trap and I was right to go. Marcus confirmed that Eliot is planning to financially destroy me completely. He wants to take everything I own, Hayden. That is what Vivian discovered.” “And you think Marcus told you that out of the goodness of his heart?” Hayden demanded. “He told you that because he wants you to panic and run straight to him! He wants to be your rescuer. He wants to be the executive who voids the contract so he can have something to use against my father later. You should have ignored his call!” “He is a rival of your father,” I argued. “He gave me a key piece of information that makes our fake wedding tomorrow even more urgent. I am gathering information, Hayden. I am not a quiet little wife sitting at home waiting for the men to solve the problem.” “But you are acting like a chess piece!” he yelled, and this time the noise broke through the tight control in his voice. “You are moving around in plain sight. Do you think Eliot did not have Marcus watch? That whole lunch was probably filmed. And now you are holding private meetings with the one man who hates Eliot enough to challenge him, but who would only do it to use you!” “And what are you doing?” I shot back. “You are marrying me for the same reason Marcus wants to! You want to beat your father. You want to see the contract voided just as much as I do. You are not protecting me out of love, Hayden. You are doing it out of pure, competitive hatred for Eliot.” There was a sudden, sharp, loud noise that came through the phone. It was a terrible, dull thud. “What was that?” I asked, startled. Hayden did not answer right away. He was breathing heavily into the phone. The air was rough and fast. “Hayden? Did you just drop something? What was that noise?” “Nothing,” he finally ground out. His voice was raw. “Just concentrating.” “Did you hit something?” I pressed. I was pretty sure he had punched something solid. A desk, maybe a wall. “I said nothing,” he repeated, the sound of his breath ragged. “I am just saying, you need to understand that this is dangerous. This is not some silly game, Michelle. You cannot be seen with Marcus again. I do not care how much information he has. You are taking a massive risk.” “I am aware of the risk,” I said, trying to push past the shock of the noise. “But I needed to know the full extent of the danger. Eliot is a monster and tomorrow, we stop him.” I waited for him to agree, for him to take a deep breath and go back to being the cold, logical executive but he stayed silent. He just kept breathing hard. “Hayden, we are two days away from freedom,” I said, my voice softer now. “Please. Focus on the plan, we need to be partners on this not enemies.” He paused for a long second, and then he just hung up. There was no goodbye just the click of the line going dead. I slowly lowered the phone and looked out the window. The fight was over, but the anger in his voice, and that loud, terrible sound I heard, stayed with me.

Michelle’s Pov I had just gotten back to the house. It was the afternoon before the fake wedding. I was still tense from the fight with Hayden and the disturbing realization that his anger was about more than just legal strategy, I walked into the living room and saw Alice. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, clutching a large mug with both hands. She was usually bouncy and cheerful, but now she looked small and very nervous. “Alice,” I said. “What is wrong? Is everything okay?” She stood up instantly when she saw me. Her eyes were wide, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “Michelle, I need to talk to you,” she said. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I have been waiting for you, I was worried you would not come back before tonight.” I walked over and sat on the armchair across from the sofa. “I am not going anywhere. Eliot is gone, and I am busy planning some things. What is it? You look sick.” Alice put the mug down very carefully on the coffee table. She sat down again, twisting her fingers together in her lap. “It is about Hayden,” she confessed. She spoke the name in a rush. My stomach dropped a little. Hayden was all I could think about, but I did not want to talk about him right now, especially not with Alice. I needed to deny everything about the wedding that was happening the next day. “What about Hayden?” I asked, trying to sound bored. Alice looked at the floor, then quickly up at me. “I have feelings for him,” she admitted. The words came out quickly and sounded as if they had been stored up for a long time. “Real, strong feelings, I have had for a while. Ever since he came back from college.” I just stared at her. I felt a very strange, sharp feeling in my chest. It was like a quick little stab of cold, it was jealousy. The feeling was illogical, considering I was marrying him tomorrow just to divorce him later but it was there. I pushed it down instantly. “Okay,” I said. I kept my voice neutral. “Hayden is a nice guy, he is very kind to people. I am not surprised.” Alice looked desperate. “But… but you are here,” she said. She glanced around the living room, like the furniture was judging her. “You are still here, and Eliot is gone, and you and Hayden are always talking and whispering. Everyone sees it.” I knew I was about to lie to the only person who had been genuinely nice to me in this awful house, but I had to protect the secret of the contract marriage. I had to give her a straight, convincing denial. “I have no claim on Hayden,” I insisted. “We are friendly, but that is it. He is a very intense person, and he is just trying to fix some of Eliot’s financial messes. His anger is always about business, Alice. Do not read into it.” “So you do not have feelings for him?” she asked. She was searching my eyes, trying to find the lie. “No,” I lied smoothly. I made sure my expression was empty. “I do not have feelings for Hayden. I am trying to figure out how to get away from Eliot. I am not looking for a new relationship with his son. That would be completely crazy, Alice. I am not crazy.” Alice finally let out a long, slow breath. It was a huge, visible sigh of relief. The tension seemed to drain out of her shoulders. “Oh, thank goodness,” she whispered. “I was so worried. I really was, I could not stand the thought of interfering with you.” “You are not interfering with anything,” I assured her. I felt a little pang of guilt for the lie. “He is free. We are friendly, but he is completely free.” Alice then looked excited. The nervousness was replaced by a bright, hopeful look. “Okay. Then I can ask you,” she said. She leaned in conspiratorially. “You know him better than I do. What should I do? How do I approach him?” “Approach him?” I repeated. “Yes,” Alice said. “He is so serious all the time. He is always working, always on the phone. How do I get him to notice that I am interested in him? Should I ask him for a drink? Should I mention something about the company?” I sat back, trying to think. It was a bizarre situation, I was about to marry the man she liked, and I was giving her advice on how to get him to date her. “Do not talk about the company,” I advised her immediately. “He hates all that stuff. He hates Eliot’s business, he just does it because it is his inheritance. Talk about something real.” “Like what?” she asked eagerly. “Like his old life,” I suggested. “He went to college in another city. Ask him what he misses about being away from here. Ask him about books he reads that are not about business. He likes things that are quiet and simple, Alice. He is not like Eliot.” Alice was nodding very fast, looking relieved and happy. She pulled her knees up onto the sofa. “He is so different from Eliot,” she agreed. “He is honest, and he is kind and he is so smart. He just seems like he sees the world very clearly.” “He does,” I agreed. “He is very clear-headed. He is the one person in this house who sees things for what they really are.” Alice smiled, a real, wide smile. “Okay. I am going to try it. I am going to ask him about his college life. I am going to ask him what he does for fun when he is not at the office.” She stood up, looking energized. “Thank you, Michelle. I needed to know the truth. I needed to know that I was not stepping on your toes.” I walked over to the window and looked out. I had just lied to Alice, telling her I had no feelings for Hayden, even though I had felt a sting of jealousy, and tomorrow, I was going to marry him. I just hoped Alice did not run into him before the fake ceremony. I needed that marriage to happen without any more complications.

Hayden’s Pov I was in my office the day before the wedding. I had spent the last two hours on the phone with Ted, confirming the final papers for the judge and arranging the driver who would pick us up at 8 am. The rage from the fight with Michelle had simmered down to a low, cold burn, but the sight of those pictures of her and Marcus was still stuck in my head. The door to my office opened without a knock. I looked up, ready to chew out my assistant, but it was Alice. She was not wearing her usual staff uniform. She was wearing a short, tight dress that was definitely not appropriate for a professional setting. She had makeup on and her hair was done nicely. She looked completely out of place in my dark, serious office. “Alice,” I said, putting my pen down. I tried to keep the surprise out of my voice. “What is going on? Is everything okay at the house?” She walked further into the room and closed the door behind her. She did not sit down, she just stood near my desk, smiling. “Everything is fine,” she said. Her voice was bright, maybe a little too bright. “I was just thinking about something Michelle said. She gave me some advice, actually.” “Michelle?” I asked, frowning. I did not want to talk about Michelle right now. I wanted to forget about her until tomorrow morning when the contract was signed. “Yes,” Alice replied. She leaned forward a little, resting her hands on the edge of my desk. “She told me you were busy, but I need your help with some research. It is very important.” I was completely confused. “Research? Alice, I do not do personal research. I am a Vice President for a major company. What kind of research are you talking about?” She giggled. It was a nervous, breathy sound. “It is for a new project I am thinking about. Something outside of working for Eliot, you know. Something more creative.” She reached out and put her hand on my forearm. Her fingers were very warm through the fabric of my suit jacket. It was a very deliberate, soft touch. I stiffened immediately, and I pulled my arm back gently. “Alice, I am happy to look over any business plan you have later, maybe send you some links, but I am extremely busy right now,” I said firmly. “I have a lot of important contracts to finalize before tomorrow.” She ignored me. She just laughed again. “Oh, you are always so serious, Hayden,” she said. She lowered her voice slightly. “Michelle said you needed to loosen up, she said you should talk about your college life. She said you like simple, real things. I want to know what you miss about the city you lived in before you came back here.” My jaw tightened so hard I felt a sudden pain in my teeth. Michelle had told her this. “Michelle and I talk about professional things,” I said, trying to push her back toward the truth. “She is still my father’s wife. We do not talk about my personal life.” Alice just smiled a secretive, knowing smile. She leaned closer. “She said she did not care if we got close,” Alice whispered. She tilted her head. “She said she has no claim on you at all, Hayden. She said she is focused on getting away from Eliot, and she told me to go for it. She was very encouraging.” I felt my blood boil again, hotter and faster than when I saw the pictures of Marcus. The photos with Marcus were a risk to the plan. This was a direct, personal betrayal. She was about to marry me in less than twenty-four hours to save herself from ruin, and she had spent the previous afternoon giving dating advice to Alice, telling her I was available. She was pushing another woman at me right before we signed the fake contract. She was trying to make it clear how meaningless the wedding was to her. It was a power play. She was denying my feelings for her that she probably sensed, and she was trying to prove that she could not be owned, not even by the terms of our secret agreement. “You look very upset,” Alice observed, her smile faltering a little. “Did I say something wrong?” I pushed my chair back abruptly. It scraped on the floor. I stood up, towering over her. I had to get her out of my office right now, I needed air. “No, Alice,” I said, keeping my face completely blank. I forced the words to sound calm and professional, the mask I always wore for Eliot’s company. “You did not say anything wrong, Michelle is correct. She is still married to my father, and she is right. She has no claim on me, we are not involved. I am completely free.” I paused and looked Alice right in the eyes. If Michelle wanted to play this game, she was going to lose. “But I cannot talk about personal things right now,” I continued. “I have to finish these contracts for E L. Holdings. This is a very critical time for the company. Maybe you can come back next week, after all of this chaos is settled down.” Alice looked disappointed. “Oh. Next week.” “Yes,” I said. “Next week. Maybe we can talk about your research then. You should try to find some pictures of my college city. I would like to see them.” I was playing along now. I agreed to a date with Alice for next week, even though I was going to be married to Michelle then. I was proving that I was just as detached and free as Michelle claimed I was. “That sounds great, Hayden,” Alice said, her smile returning. “I will call you on Monday.” “Perfect,” I said. I walked around the desk and opened the door for her. “I will see you then.” She walked out, happy and oblivious. I closed the door immediately. I did not go back to my desk. I walked over to the wall and I punched it hard. The drywall cracked slightly, but the pain was satisfying. It was a release of the sudden, white-hot fury. She was marrying me, and she was pushing me into the arms of another woman at the same time. She was treating our legal salvation like a complete joke. Two can play this game.

Michelle’s Pov It was Monday morning, three days after the fake wedding ceremony. I was technically Mrs Hayden Larraby now, but it felt the same as being Mrs Eliot Larraby. Trapped, but with a temporary escape clause. I was in the kitchen, trying to find a box of tea I liked, when Natasha walked in. Natasha was the assistant housekeeper. She was a gossip, but she was fast and knew everything that happened in the company buildings downtown. “Good morning, Michelle,” she said, sounding chirpy. “Morning, Natasha,” I replied. “Do you know where the green tea is? I cannot seem to find it.” “It is in the top pantry, ma’am,” she said. She walked over and immediately started rearranging a vase of flowers on the counter. “You know, the office is buzzing today, really buzzing.” “Oh?” I asked, trying to sound bored as I opened the pantry door. I did not want to hear about Eliot. “Yes, it’s about Mr. Hayden,” Natasha whispered, leaning in a little. “He took Alice out this morning for coffee. They were at the little café near the building.” I stopped reaching for the tea box. My hand froze in the air. “Hayden and Alice?” I asked. I pulled my hand back and turned to look at her. Natasha nodded excitedly. “Yes. She was wearing that short pink dress from Saturday. The one she should not wear to work and he was laughing. I have never seen him do that before.” My chest felt very tight, very fast. It was an instant, unexpected fury. Not the rational, cold fury I felt for Eliot, but a hot, sudden spike of personal anger. He had done it already, he had gone and taken Alice out. “They were probably discussing her new research project,” I said, trying to dismiss it. I needed to sound calm, I was the one who told her to ask him out. I was the one who told him I was free. Natasha shook her head. “No, ma’am. It was not research, it was a proper coffee date. She was showing him pictures on her phone, and they were leaning close together. Everyone saw it. It is what everyone is talking about, he is never nice like that to anyone.” I felt the blood rush to my face. I stood up straight. “Well, I told Alice that Hayden was free,” I said, my voice sharp. I tried to make it sound like I was in control of the situation. “I do not care who he goes out with. It is good that he is getting out.” “Of course, ma’am,” Natasha said, looking slightly confused by my harsh tone. She went back to the flowers. I turned around and walked out of the kitchen quickly. I needed to get away from her and the information, I had to tell myself that I did not care. I absolutely did not care, he was my paper husband and I was his stepmother. He could date the entire city. But the anger was a bitter taste in my mouth. He was acting so fast, he had taken her out barely seventy-two hours after we stood in front of that judge and signed our names. It was a direct consequence of our fight, a deliberate move to show me he was as detached as I claimed to be. I grabbed my car keys from the foyer table. I did not know where I was going, but I had to get out of the house. I had to go somewhere private where I could breathe. I drove aimlessly for about fifteen minutes. Then, I found myself near the E.L. Holdings building. I did not mean to go there, my hands just turned the wheel. I pulled into a small parking spot across the street from a cafe I recognized. It was the place where Eliot sometimes had meetings, i looked at the cafe… And I saw them. They were sitting in a booth right by the large window. The sunlight was pouring in. Hayden was leaning his elbow on the table, and Alice was sitting across from him. She was talking, smiling widely and Hayden was looking at her. He was not looking at her with the tight, stressed expression he always wore around me. He was looking at her with a gentle, relaxed expression. He had a slight smile on his face. He was not laughing hard, but he was listening. He was engaged. Then, Alice did something that made the fury inside me snap. She reached out and touched his hand, resting on the table. It was a quick touch, not an aggressive one like Marcus’s, but a soft, sweet, intimate touch. And Hayden did not pull his hand away. He let it rest there for a moment. I watched him. I watched the man who had yelled at me, who had told me I was reckless for sitting across from Marcus, now sitting here with Alice, letting her touch him. The man who had punched a wall in a blind rage over a picture of me smiling at a rival. Something inside me broke. It was not just jealousy, it was a sudden, violent realization that he had played me. He had gotten the contract marriage he needed to beat his father, and now he was immediately moving on, proving that I truly meant nothing to him beyond the legal loophole. It was the ultimate, cold denial. I did not stop to think. I threw the car into reverse and pulled out fast, tires squealing a little on the pavement. I did not look back, I drove away from the building, away from the sight of Hayden and Alice. “I do not care,” I said out loud. My voice was shaky. “I do not care, it is a paper marriage, it is a paper marriage.” But the repeated words did not help. My hands were shaking so hard on the steering wheel that I had to pull over to the side of the street, in a quiet residential area. I put the car in park and leaned my head back against the headrest. I closed my eyes tightly. It was not supposed to hurt. I was supposed to be happy for him. I was the one who told Alice to go after him. I was the one who promised him his freedom.

Eliot’s Pov I sat in my office at E.L. Holdings, reviewing the latest quarterly reports. I did not like the numbers, but I liked control. I always liked control. My wife, Michelle, had been acting strange lately, very strange. She was jumpy, quick to leave the room when I entered, and she had a constant, underlying tension. It was not the usual nervousness a wife has when her marriage is failing. This was different, this was anger mixed with distraction. I could tell she was thinking about something, or maybe someone. Her eyes had a hard, distant quality when she thought she was alone. I was not worried about her leaving me yet. Her prenup was a masterpiece. It tied her to the corporation, not just to me, breaking it would mean legal ruin. She was not stupid enough to risk that, she was just angry. But then, the anonymous email came in a few days ago. The one with the pictures of Michelle and Marcus. Marcus is a greedy fool, but he is a major shareholder. The fact that he was flirting with my wife, and she was letting him touch her hand, was an interesting development. It meant she was desperate for answers, or maybe desperate for a new legal path out. I had my assistant look into Michelle’s activity over the last week. She had been staying at the house, mostly but she had taken the car out late last night. She was gone for almost two hours. That was unusual for her. I decided to follow her myself tonight. It was an easy thing to do, I had a driver waiting to take me anywhere I wanted to go. I just told him to stay a block behind her car when she drove out. It was about nine o’clock. She drove away from the house and headed toward the downtown area. She was not driving fast, she was cruising slowly. “Stay back, just keep her in sight,” I told the driver. She eventually pulled her car over to the side of a busy street. It was near a coffee shop that had a nice outdoor area, even though it was closed now. She parked about twenty yards away from the entrance. She did not get out of the car. She just sat there. “Pull up slowly,” I instructed. “But stop behind that big delivery truck.” We stopped the car. I lowered my window only a crack. I pulled out my small binoculars. I looked through the glass. Michelle was sitting stiffly in the driver’s seat. Her face was tense. She was staring at a restaurant across the street. I followed her line of sight. It took me a moment to figure out why. On the other side of the street, there was a small, brightly lit pizza place that had open windows, and sitting at one of the tables outside were two people. I adjusted the binoculars. I recognized them instantly. It was my son, Hayden, and the silly girl from the house staff, Alice. Hayden had his back mostly to me, but I could see Alice’s face clearly. She was laughing, leaning far across the table. She was not wearing a uniform. She was dressed like she was on a date. “Well, well,” I muttered to myself. This was getting interesting. I watched Hayden. He reached out and handed Alice something small, maybe a napkin. She took it and laughed even harder. He was smiling, not the fake, tight smile he uses at board meetings. It was a real, relaxed, almost boyish smile. I had not seen him smile like that since he was about ten years old. He never smiled like that when he was around me. I looked back at Michelle. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. Her shoulders were hunched. Her head was tilted forward. She was staring at the scene with a cold, desperate intensity. She was not just curious, she was seething. She was vibrating with anger and some other powerful emotion. She watched Alice reach up and touch Hayden’s shoulder. Hayden did not pull away, he just kept talking, looking at Alice. Michelle watched this for almost five minutes. I watched her, her jaw was clenched. Her whole body was rigid. Suddenly, she moved… She did not start the car. She threw her hands down on the steering wheel with a quiet thud. It was a gesture of complete frustration and defeat. Then, she started the car and drove off, very fast. She sped down the street without looking in the rearview mirror. I sat back in my seat. I did not tell the driver to follow her. I did not need to, I had seen everything I needed to see. I looked through the binoculars one last time at Hayden and Alice. They were still talking and laughing, completely unaware that they had been observed. A slow, delighted smile spread across my face. It was not a happy smile. It was the smile of a man who has just found the weak spot in his enemy’s armor. “So,” I whispered to the empty seat beside me. “My wife has feelings for my son. How deliciously messy.” This was much better than Marcus. Marcus was greedy. This was something real, this was emotional chaos. Michelle had been furious when I left her, angry that I made her sign the contract but now she was angry for a completely different reason. She was angry because the man she wanted was paying attention to another woman. Her tension was not about money or legal clauses. It was about jealousy. I leaned forward. I picked up the private phone I use only for my head of security. “We need to know everything about Alice,” I instructed the security head. “Her background, her family, her financial situation and I want to know every single meeting she has had with Hayden Larraby over the last three days. Every coffee, every conversation, I want it all recorded and documented. Now.” I hung up the phone. I tapped my fingers lightly on the door of the car. Michelle thought she was trapped by a piece of paper. Hayden thought he was free to date the staff. They were both wrong and they were both still very much under my control.

Michelle’s Pov It was late afternoon, and the rain was hitting the windshield of my car so hard I could barely see. I had been sitting across the street from Hayden’s apartment building for twenty minutes, gathering my courage. I had to talk to him. I could not go on knowing he was playing a game with Alice, making a mockery of our emergency marriage. I got out of the car. The rain instantly soaked through my coat. It was cold and heavy, I walked across the street and went straight into the entryway of his building. I did not ring the bell. I just stood under the awning, waiting. I did not have to wait long. About five minutes later, I saw the main elevator lights flash. The doors slid open and Hayden stepped out. He was holding his briefcase and talking quietly into his phone. He was focused on business, as always. He looked up and saw me. He stopped dead. His expression went from professional calm to stunned shock in less than a second. He was completely surprised. “Michelle? What are you doing here?” he asked, taking the phone away from his ear. I walked toward him. The anger that had been simmering since I saw him with Alice finally boiled over. I did not care that we were standing in a lobby or that the rain was beating down outside. “What are you doing with Alice?” I demanded. My voice was tight and low. I did not yell, I did not need to. The question itself was enough. He recovered quickly. He put the phone into his coat pocket. He looked at me, his eyes hard and cold. “I am doing what any free man does,” he said. His voice was challenging. “I am having coffee with a colleague. We talked about her interests. I am helping her with a project.” “A project?” I scoffed. “She was touching your hand, Hayden, and you did not pull away. Everyone at E.L. Holdings is talking about your little coffee date. You have been married to me for three days, and you are already parading another woman around in front of everyone.” “Parading?” he shot back. He took a step toward me. He was wearing that controlled, dangerous expression he had when we fought before. “You told her you had no claim on me, Michelle. You encouraged her to come to my office, you told her I was available.” “I told her that to protect the secret of the marriage,” I explained, trying to keep the focus on the plan. “I had to convince her we were not a threat to her feelings. The marriage is a contract, Hayden. It is a lie to save my life. It is not a license for you to rub your new freedom in my face.” He took another step closer. He was close enough now that I could feel the tension radiating off him. We were almost touching. “You are worried about me rubbing my freedom in your face?” he growled. “You want to talk about rubbing things in faces? I got an anonymous package with pictures of my wife sitting across from the man who wants to destroy my father’s career, and you were letting him touch your hand! What are you doing with Marcus?” “I was getting information!” I yelled. I stepped forward too, closing the last few inches between us. Our faces were almost touching. “I needed to know the full extent of the legal trap he set for me! You know that! It was necessary!” “And you think taking Alice out for coffee is not necessary?” he demanded. His eyes flashed. “You made it clear that I am just a legal loophole to you. I am just a piece of paper, you made it clear that you want me to be detached, so I am being detached. I am moving on.” “You don’t get to be jealous,” I said, my voice shaking with absolute fury. I was so close to him that I could see the tiny water droplets clinging to his eyelashes from the rain he had just walked through. “You don’t get to be angry about Marcus when you are with Alice. This marriage is temporary and it is a lie. You cannot treat me like a jealous wife when you are just my stepson.” He lowered his head slightly, his gaze intense and burning. I could feel his breath on my face. “Neither do you,” he growled back, his voice low and guttural. “You do not get to come here and interrogate me about Alice when you are the one who told me you had no feelings and no claim. You are the one who told her to go for it. Why are you here, Michelle? Is it the plan you care about, or is it the fact that I am not sitting at home waiting for you?” He reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip was firm, not violent, but commanding. He pulled me slightly toward the door. “You are soaked,” he stated. “We cannot talk here, come inside.” “No,” I insisted, pulling my arm back. “I just wanted to know if this is going to compromise the plan. Is this Alice thing going to look like another complication for the divorce? Is Eliot going to use this?” He looked at me, and his expression was complex. The anger was still there, but there was something else now. Something like pain, or maybe confusion. “If you are going to use Marcus against me, I will use Alice against you,” he said. He was not threatening me, he was just stating a fact of the game we were playing. “It is a two-way street, Michelle. We are in this together, and we are both free until the divorce.” He paused and then, with a controlled movement, he stepped back, putting a little distance between us. The tension did not lessen, though. “Go home, Michelle,” he said, his voice flat and final. “You are dripping wet. I am going to call Ted and confirm the documents are safe. Do not contact me again until tomorrow morning. I need to focus on beating my father, not playing games you started.” I stood there, breathing heavily, watching him. “Fine,” I said. “I will go home.” I turned and walked back into the rain. I did not look back.

Hayden’s Pov I watched Michelle turn her back on me and walk out into the pouring rain, i felt the anger suddenly change. It went from the cold fury I felt about Alice to a sharp panic about her getting sick. She was going to get very sick from standing in this cold rain. I moved fast. I stepped out into the lobby and grabbed her arm right away. “Stop,” I ordered. My voice was loud. “You are not leaving like this. You are soaked through, come inside my apartment now.” She twisted her arm in my grip. “Let go of me, Hayden. I am leaving. I just needed to say what I needed to say, I am done.” “No, you are not done,” I insisted. I pulled her back hard. She stumbled a little, and I kept my hand locked on her arm. “You are not going to ruin the plan because you caught a cold. We are talking inside, we are not doing this in a public lobby.” I pulled her toward the inner door of the lobby. I had to use a bit of strength to make her move, she finally gave up fighting. We went through the door and into the hallway. Then I unlocked the door to my apartment. I pushed it open and pulled her inside. The heat in the apartment felt too high after the cold rain. We stood there in my entryway. The water was dripping off her coat and hair and making puddles on my wooden floor. She was breathing hard from the anger and the cold. I was breathing hard from the anger and the speed. The air between us felt thick and heavy. It was suffocating. “Take your coat off,” I ordered. I dropped my briefcase on the floor. She did not move. She just stared at me, her eyes dark. “I am leaving,” she said, her voice low. “I am going home. I just needed to know why you did it. Why are you making a joke of the wedding?” I took a deep breath. I knew why I did it, I did it because she pushed me. I did it because she told Alice I was free. I did it because I saw her smiling at Marcus and it made me feel like I was disposable. But I was not going to tell her all of that. I needed to say something simple and true. “I am not making a joke of the wedding,” I said quietly. I kept my voice calm now. “The wedding is the only thing that matters. The divorce contract is what matters, nothing else.” “Then why Alice?” she whispered. “Why are you with her?” I looked at her. Her hair was completely plastered to her head. Water was dripping from her nose. She looked miserable and angry. She was standing there in my apartment, mad at me for going out for coffee with another person. “I am not interested in Alice,” I admitted quietly. It was the truth. Alice was nice, but she was just a distraction. “She came to my office because you told her I was available. I accepted the coffee date because I was angry that you were so quick to get rid of me. I wanted to show you I was just as detached as you are.” She flinched slightly when I said I was detached. “You were angry I was detached,” I pointed out. “You came here because you were angry that I moved on so fast.” She looked away from me, toward the closed door. “I was worried about Eliot,” she insisted, but the denial sounded weak. “I was worried about the photos. I was worried you were going to ruin the divorce.” “It does not matter,” I said. “Alice is nothing. She is just a game I played to prove a point, a stupid game.” She looked back at me. Her expression softened just a tiny bit. The hard anger in her eyes became just a desperate need for confirmation. “And Marcus?” she whispered. She spoke the name like it was painful. “You think he is nothing too?” I walked slowly toward her. I knew the distance I was covering, and I knew I was moving into her space. She did not back up. “Marcus is just Marcus,” I said. I was close now. I could hear her quick, shallow breathing. “He is trying to be a rescuer. He is trying to get an advantage over my father. He is trying to get you to marry him instead of me.” “He is just trying to find a way to trap me again,” she corrected. “He is just…” “He is just flirting with my wife,” I cut her off. I let the word wife hang in the air between us. It was heavy and real and completely wrong for the moment but I liked how it sounded. It was my word now. Mine, not my father’s. She looked up at me. Her eyes were wide. The word hung there. I reached out and gently pushed the wet hair away from her face. It was cold and damp against my fingers. I did not care that she was soaked, I just cared that she was standing here in my apartment, arguing about me and Marcus, and Alice. “You are my wife,” I said quietly. It was a fact, legally. It was also the reason why I was so furious about Alice and Marcus. I leaned in. I did not move fast. I moved slowly, giving her all the time in the world to pull back. She was so close, I could feel the cold of her wet skin, and the warmth of her lips. I was going to kiss her. I leaned in. My head tilted, my lips were a breath apart from hers. I could feel her breath mixing with mine. She did not pull away, she was not running. She was not disgusted now. The moment stretched out. I closed my eyes, ready to stop thinking about the contract and the divorce and the company. I was just going to kiss her. Then, a sudden, loud, demanding sound ripped through the quiet air. It was the specific ringtone I had set only for my lawyer, Ted. I froze. Michelle froze, our lips were still not touching. The sound was a harsh reminder of everything we were trying to escape.

Michelle’s Pov Hayden had turned his back to me to answer the phone. He was speaking quietly, his voice low and serious. I could only hear his side of the conversation. “Yes, I see. When did you get this?” he was saying. “No, do not worry about the weather. I am listening. Go on.” He listened for a long time, only making small, focused sounds of acknowledgment. I stood there, trying to regain my composure. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the moment our lips were a breath apart. I tried not to think about what would have happened if the phone had not rung. Then, Hayden’s tone changed completely. He sounded sharp, like a sword suddenly pulled from its sheath. “You have a lead?” he asked. His voice was intense. “A storage unit? I do not care about the paperwork, Ted. I care about her Is she confirmed alive?” He covered the mouthpiece with his hand and looked at me. His eyes were wide and focused, the anger and the lust were gone. Now there was only urgency. “Ted found something,” he whispered to me. He went back to the phone. “Understood. The divorce papers were a distraction. She did not disappear, she just went into hiding. Do not call anyone else, send me the address right now, we are going. Yes, now. We will call you when we get there.” He hung up the phone and jammed it into his pocket. He was already moving toward his own coat rack. “Michelle, we have to go,” he said. He did not wait for me to agree. “Ted found a storage unit that Vivian left behind. It is near the airport, he thinks it has documents related to the prenup, but more importantly, he thinks he has confirmed she is alive.” I felt a sudden, massive rush of adrenaline that washed away the jealousy and the near-kiss moment entirely. The woman who started all of this, was not dead. She was just hiding. “Alive?” I whispered. “Where is she? Can we talk to her?” “Ted does not know where she is hiding, but he is sure she is alive,” Hayden said, pulling on a dry, dark jacket. “He said she paid the storage fees far in advance, and the bank account used was recently accessed, though the location was masked. She left a trail.” “A trail she wanted us to find,” I realized. “She knew someone would look here eventually.” “Exactly,” Hayden agreed. He grabbed his car keys. “This is why she went to Marcus first, maybe. She was trying to plant information, we have to see what is in that unit.” “I am coming with you,” I said immediately. I did not even think about my soaking wet clothes. “Good,” he said simply. “Let’s go.” We rushed out of his apartment. We took the elevator down to the parking garage in silence. The tension was still there, but it was a shared, dangerous energy, not a jealous one. ******** The drive to the storage facility was fast and silent. Hayden drove aggressively through the rain-soaked streets, he got the code for the unit from Ted via text message. We arrived at a large, grim warehouse complex near the industrial area. The rain was still falling, we parked the car and Hayden got out. I followed him into the long, silent corridor of units. It was a cold, lonely place. Hayden found the unit number Ted had sent. It was a small, climate-controlled box. He keyed in the number and the lock clicked open with a loud sound that echoed down the hallway. He slid the metal door up. The unit was small, packed tightly with boxes. It smelled faintly of old paper and dust. “I will go first,” Hayden said, stepping inside. “No,” I insisted. “This is about Vivian. I need to see it.” I followed him in. The unit was not full of household items. It was full of filing boxes, the kind of brown cardboard boxes lawyers use. Hayden reached down and pulled the lid off the nearest box. He shone the flashlight on the contents. It was organized, Everything was labeled neatly. The label on the first folder read: ‘M. Larraby – Prenup Analysis’. “These are not her personal things,” I said, my voice low with shock. “These are files. She was working on something.” Hayden pulled out the folder. Inside were copies of my own contract, highlighted in yellow, with notes scribbled in the margins. “She was analyzing your contract,” Hayden confirmed, flipping through the pages. “She was looking for weaknesses.” He put the folder down and pulled out another box. This one had handwritten labels, so we pulled out the contents together. “Look at this,” I whispered, pulling out a handful of files. Each folder had a woman’s name on it. “These are women Eliot was involved with,” Hayden said, his voice hard. “Women he married, or women he almost married. Look at the documents.” We opened the folders. Inside, each one contained a copy of a prenup agreement, all with E L. Holdings as the party of the first part. The clauses, the language, the legal destruction clause Marcus mentioned, it was all the same. Eliot had been using this same legal trap for years. “He did this to dozens of women,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Vivian was collecting evidence. She knew she was not the only one.” Hayden dropped the files back into the box. He looked sickened. “He was not looking for a wife. He was building a legal portfolio of silent assets. If any of them spoke out, the company would ruin them.” I reached into the back of the unit. There was one last item. It was a small, leather-bound book. It was not a legal file, it was a journal. “Wait,” I said, pulling it out. “This is hers. Vivian’s journal.” I flipped it open carefully. It smelled faintly of lavender, and it was full of small, elegant handwriting. “We have to get this out of here,” Hayden said urgently. He started putting the lids back on the boxes. “We have what we need. Proof of his pattern and the journal. We read the journal when we are safe.” “Okay,” I agreed. “We take it all.”

Hayden’s Pov I barely remembered the drive back to my apartment. The rain was still falling, but the noise of the tires on the wet road was drowned out by the noise in my head. Vivian was alive and we had her evidence. We dumped the two heavy boxes and the leather journal onto the kitchen island in my apartment. The floor was still wet from the rain, and the files looked grim sitting next to the modern, sterile appliances. I ripped off my wet jacket and tossed it aside. Michelle was doing the same, and we were both breathing fast. “The journal first,” I said. It was not a question. “It will tell us where she went.” I picked up the small leather book. The cover was soft and worn. I opened it to the very last page she had written on. The handwriting was neat and small. Michelle leaned in over the island, her wet hair still dripping onto the stone. I started reading out loud. “October 12th. He is not the man I thought he was,” I read. “He told me he needed me to help the company, but all I am doing is working through legal documents that are not fair. Today he made me draft an agreement that lets E L. Holdings claim corporate damages if the partner files for divorce. It is designed to ruin them, I cannot believe I wrote this for him.” I looked up at Michelle. Her face was pale. “That is the clause,” she whispered. “The one Marcus told me about.” “Yes,” I confirmed, flipping through the pages. “The corporate damages clause. The one that guarantees financial ruin.” I nodded and kept reading. “November 1st. I have copies of the documents. I have been putting files together on all the women who were with him. He used the same language every time. The prenup masterpiece, he calls it. He said he is protecting the corporation, but he is just protecting his ego. He is making sure no one can ever leave him without being destroyed first.” “She was collecting the evidence before she even disappeared,” I said, flipping a page quickly. “She was planning this for a long time.” Michelle pointed at the open boxes on the island. “We need to check the others. Pull the folder for P. Nunez. Let us see if the language is the same.” I pulled out the folder labeled P. Nunez. I opened it to the corporate liability section. “It is identical,” I stated, my voice flat. “Word for word. Clause 7. He has used the same legal trap on every woman he has been involved with for years. She was right. It is a machine he built.” “It confirms what Marcus said,” Michelle said slowly. “His goal was never marriage. His goal was to make every woman he touched legally powerless. He used his lawyers to do it, he used Vivian to do it.” “He used his wife to write the contracts that ruined other women,” I said, sickened. I found the entry from a few days before she vanished completely. “December 5th. He showed me the financial analysis on S. Davies. She tried to fight the divorce, and the company completely crushed her. She lost her house, her savings, and everything. I cannot let him do this to me. He is a predator, not a husband. He is using me to execute his legal revenge.” “She was the lawyer,” Michelle pointed out. “She knew exactly how the trap worked because she helped him build it. She knew she was next.” I went to the last full page of writing. The handwriting was rushed now, almost scribbled. “December 10th. He is asking too many questions. He knows I am acting strangely, and he asked me about the missing files. I lied poorly, he knows I know. I have to disappear before I end up like Elena.” I stopped reading. My throat suddenly felt dry, and the heat in the apartment was suddenly too much. The words just hung there in the silence. “Elena,” Michelle repeated, her voice low. “Who is Elena?” I closed the journal slowly. I felt cold inside, colder than the rain outside. I could barely look at her. “Elena was my mother,” I said. My voice was very quiet, strained. “She was Eliot’s first wife. I was seven when she died, it was a boating accident. She drowned during a storm.” Michelle reached out and touched the journal gently. “A boating accident? Did… did anyone ever investigate it seriously?” “It was ruled accidental,” I said, running my thumb over the leather cover. “She loved sailing, but she was careful. She was trying to sail alone. The Coast Guard said the weather was too rough. Eliot was distraught, he was completely broken for months.” I looked at Michelle, and the full weight of the chilling entry hit me. My stomach dropped. I remembered the funeral, I remembered the silence in the house. “Vivian did not think it was an accident,” Michelle whispered, horrified. “She thought Eliot killed your mother. She thought he was capable of it.” “She thought he was capable of killing her,” I corrected, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. My hands were starting to shake again. “Vivian was afraid that because she knew too much about his legal pattern, she would end up like the wife who died in the storm. She did not disappear, she ran for her life.” “But why would he kill her?” Michelle asked. She was whispering now. “Just because she wanted a divorce?” “She was leaving him,” I said, trying to piece together memories from twenty years ago. “And she owned a significant portion of shares in E.L. Holdings. He would have lost control, he would have had to divide everything. He would never allow that… Never.” “So he eliminated the problem,” Michelle stated, her voice tight with disbelief. “He used the contract to ruin the others, but when it was his wife and his shares, he used something faster.” I flipped the journal open again to the final entry. The handwriting was almost illegible, just a single line. “December 11th. Storage unit secured. The key is the company.” “The key is the company,” Michelle repeated, reading over my shoulder. “That must be why she went for an executive position. She knew the way out was through the corporation, just like we did.” “She knew his weakness,” I said. “It is not the personal relationship, it is the company’s legal structure. That is what he cares about and that is what protects him.” I looked at the boxes piled on the island. The files of Eliot’s victims. The proof of his legal abuse and the journal that suggested he might be a murderer. I dropped the journal onto the counter. I felt physically sick.

Hayden’s Pov Michelle reached out and placed her hand firmly on my shoulder. Her touch was warm and steady. “Hayden, look at me,” she ordered gently. I turned my head slowly to face her. “We will find out the truth. We will find Vivian, and we will find out the truth about Elena. We will make him pay for everything he has done.” Her promise settled the movement in my chest. It was a shared commitment now. The files were scattered everywhere, full of names and prenup clauses identical to Michelle’s but I could not focus on the papers. I could only see the chilling words in Vivian’s journal. “I have to disappear before I end up like Elena.” I picked up the journal again, my hands shaking so badly that the leather cover rattled against the stone counter. My mother, Elena. “She did not die of natural causes,” I whispered. I did not mean to say it out loud, but the reality was too crushing to keep inside. Michelle stopped shuffling through the files. She came around the island and stood next to me. She was looking at the entry, seeing the hurried, desperate words. “Hayden, we do not know for sure,” she said, her voice soft and very gentle. “It is her suspicion but it is a very real suspicion, coming from someone who saw how he operates.” “She was terrified,” I insisted, my voice tight and strained. “She was running from him.. And she wrote that she was afraid of ending up like Elena. That is not a coincidence, Michelle… My mother was on a boat during a huge storm, and she drowned. The Coast Guard said she was sailing alone.” I looked at the counter, unable to meet her eyes. “But Eliot was the one who taught her to sail. He would never let her go out alone in a storm. He was obsessed with the weather. He checked the forecast every morning before he left the house. He would have told her not to go.” The truth was settling over me like a heavy, cold blanket. The memory of the funeral, the closed casket, the official story that never quite made sense. “The official story felt wrong,” Michelle said, her hand reaching out and resting gently on my shoulder. “A gap in the logic, like you said. Eliot was grieving, yes. But if he was responsible, he would have been grieving the loss of his control, or pretending to grieve to cover his tracks.” “He murdered her,” I said, the words coming out as a choked, raw sound. My vision blurred slightly. “He must have known she was trying to leave him. He must have done it to get the inheritance and the full control of the shares and then he made it look like a tragic accident to everyone.” I dropped the journal onto the counter. My whole body felt rigid, my mother. All this time, I thought I was just hating my father for being a terrible, cold executive but he was a killer. Michelle squeezed my shoulder gently. Her touch was firm and steady, a grounding weight in the sudden chaos. It helped me stay standing. “We will find out the truth,” she promised. Her voice was strong, carrying the weight of a vow. “We will find Vivian, and we will find out the truth about Elena. We will make him pay for everything he has done to all these women, and for what he did to you.” Her promise hit me with a powerful force. It was no longer about money. It was not about a fake contract. It was about something much deeper and much darker. I looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on me, full of shared determination. I reached up and covered her hand on my shoulder with my own. “He gets away with everything,” I said, my voice thick with bitter frustration. “He uses his money, his contracts, his power. He has done this for twenty years. Nobody ever stops him because they are afraid of the legal ruin he guarantees.” “We stop him,” Michelle insisted, her voice rising slightly with conviction. “He thought he could trap me with a piece of paper. He thought he could ruin me financially. But we are going to use this paper, all of this evidence, to destroy the foundation of his company. We are going to expose him to everyone he ever hurt.” I looked down at the journal, and then at the boxes of files. The names of the women he hurt seemed to jump out at me and then my mother’s name, Elena, echoed in my head, fueling a cold, hard purpose. “I am not just helping you escape,” I said, looking at Michelle. My eyes felt suddenly dry and sharp. “I am going to destroy him. For what he did to my mother.” “That is what we will do,” Michelle agreed. “This is not just about a divorce anymore, this is about justice for Elena, and for all these other women. We work together, Hayden… No more games.” The anger was no longer frantic or confused. It settled into a solid, heavy purpose in my chest. I felt a massive sense of clarity. I reached for my phone. “We need to call Ted back,” I said, grabbing my phone. My hands were steady now. “We need to get this evidence to the police, but through a safe channel. We cannot just walk into the precinct with it. Eliot is too powerful. We need to find Vivian. She needs protection, and she has the rest of the story.” “Ted is the key,” Michelle said, nodding sharply. “He can organize the police. He knows who to trust. While you call Ted, I will organize these files. We need to create a list of all these women. They are his victims. They can testify to the pattern.” “Exactly,” I said, dialing Ted’s number. “We use his own history to ruin him.” “We do not stop until he is completely broken,” Michelle promised. We both turned our attention to the task. The war had just begun.

Michelle’s Pov I was still with Hayden when my phone rang. I looked down at the screen, It was Marcus. I frowned instantly. How did he get this number? It was not listed anywhere. He must have pulled a favor or paid someone off. His contacts ran deep, almost as deep as Eliot’s. I hated that he had this access. I hesitated for a moment, letting it ring twice, i needed to handle this. I could not ignore him, not after he provided the key information about the corporate damages clause. Hayden was about ten feet away, leaning against the counter near the fridge. He was on his own phone, speaking quietly and urgently with Ted. He was already deep into the execution phase of the plan. “So we release the list anonymously first, then we let the police investigate,” Hayden was saying into his phone. “Yes, Ted. You need to verify the police contact is not someone Eliot controls. That is the most important part.” I lifted my phone, trying to keep my voice low so Hayden would not stop his important call. “Hello, Marcus,” I said. Marcus’s voice was smooth and careful, like a polished stone. It immediately put me on edge. “Michelle. I am glad you picked up. I was worried after our last meeting.” “I am fine, Marcus,” I replied quickly, trying to sound bored and dismissive. “I am busy right now. Is this urgent?” “It is very urgent,” he insisted. His tone shifted, becoming conspiratorial. “I have been thinking a lot about your situation and about Eliot’s temperament. He is not a man who accepts defeat, Michelle.” “I know that,” I snapped. I did not need him to remind me of the danger. I was currently staring at evidence that suggested Eliot was a murderer. “I have heard things,” Marcus continued, lowering his voice further. “The whispers at the company are getting louder. Eliot is making moves, he is not happy with the rumors about his stepson’s sudden legal freedom”. He smells a fight coming, Michelle. “That man is a shark… When he smells blood, he comes fast. I think you are in more danger than you realize right now.” I gripped the phone tighter. He did not know about the wedding, but he knew about the general tension and the legal challenge. He knew about the corporate damages clause. He knew too much. It was disturbing. “I appreciate your concern,” I said, trying to hold onto my cool. “But I have things under control.” “Do you?” he challenged. “Think about where you are. You are in his sphere of influence. You are his official wife, still. He has spies everywhere, the house is compromised. His building is compromised, if he suspects you are challenging the prenup in any way, he will monitor every move you make. You cannot stay there, you need protection, Michelle. Real protection.” He paused, letting the heavy suggestion hang in the air. I looked over at Hayden, who was still talking to Ted, running his fingers through his hair in stress. I thought about the files, about Vivian, about Elena. Marcus was right about the danger. “What are you suggesting, exactly?” I asked, lowering my voice even more. The idea of a decoy suddenly felt brilliant. “I am suggesting that his house is no longer safe for you,” Marcus repeated. “You need to vanish for a few weeks, Michelle. Move in with me. I have a large apartment downtown, very secure. He will never know where you are, so we can work through your documents properly. I can keep you safe until this entire mess is sorted out.” “Marcus, I appreciate the offer, but I….” I began, trying to find a polite way to say no while still considering the tactical value of his suggestion. Before I could finish the sentence, a hand shot out and clamped around my phone. It was Hayden, he had been listening to everything, even while talking to Ted. His eyes were blazing with furious, possessive anger. He slammed his own call with Ted on hold, making a loud clicking sound. Then, he grabbed my phone tightly. He did not even look at me. He just held my phone up to his mouth, his jaw clenched tight. “Marcus,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous command that made the blood run cold. “This is Hayden. You are talking to my wife.” I stared at him, my mouth open in disbelief and shock. He had used the word. “She is safe,” Hayden continued, his voice completely devoid of patience or warmth. “She does not need your apartment, and she certainly does not need your ‘protection.’ You are a rival of my father. You are not a bodyguard, stay away from her and stay away from this family business. Consider this your only warning.” He waited a beat, listening to Marcus’s presumed outrage on the other end. Then, with a sudden, violent movement, he slammed his thumb down on the end call button. He did not give Marcus a chance to argue or even speak a full sentence. He did not give me a chance either. He looked at me, his eyes full of the same intense, cold anger I had seen when he realized Eliot had murdered his mother but this anger was directed at me, at Marcus, at the threat. It was protective, possessive, and completely terrifying. “What was that?” I demanded, snatching my phone back. It felt hot in my hand. “That was incredibly rude. I was handling that situation. He was offering an advantage.” “You were considering that,” he shot back, his voice raw and loud. “You were actually considering moving in with the man who is trying to exploit our situation and ruin my father’s business, which would ruin everything for us. Are you crazy, Michelle?” “It would have been a perfect distraction!” I argued, pushing back. “If Eliot thinks I am running off to Marcus, he will focus all his resources there. It would give you time with Ted and these files. It takes the pressure off us.” “No,” Hayden stated flatly. He took a step closer, crowding me against the counter. “It would make you a pawn in Marcus’s game. You do not move in with him. We just found out that my father is likely a murderer. You do not go anywhere near someone who can be easily manipulated by him. You are my wife, you’ll stay here with me.”

Michelle’s Pov I snatched my phone back from Hayden. I held it tightly in my hand, staring at the screen that still showed Marcus’s contact information. I was breathing hard, my chest tight with a sudden, boiling fury that had nothing to do with Eliot and everything to do with Hayden. “You had no right to do that,” I repeated, louder this time. The sound echoed in the apartment, competing with the distant noise of the rain. “I told you I was handling it. You took my phone and spoke to him like you own me. Like I am an object you can command.” Hayden was still standing right in front of me. He looked down at me, his eyes sharp and completely cold. The warmth of the moment where he realized the truth about his mother was gone. Now, he was just a cold, controlling executive again. “I made the correct strategic move, Michelle,” he stated, his voice flat, completely dismissing my feelings. “Marcus is a distraction, a risk. I told him to back off, we are focused on the evidence and the police. We do not have time for his games. Besides, I didn’t do a bad thing by telling him to back off. He has no right to be speaking to you.” “That is not the point!” I exploded. I felt a rush of adrenaline. All the buried resentment from the past few days, the fake wedding, the stepping over boundaries, the near kiss that led to this cold command, it all came rushing out. “The point is the control! You did not ask me, you did not suggest. You just decided, you commanded Marcus, and you commanded me.” I took a step back, putting distance between us. I needed to see him clearly. He stood there, rigid and unyielding. “You are acting just like your father!” The words hit the air with the sharp crack of a slap. I regretted them the second they left my mouth, but the truth in them felt necessary. “Eliot always thinks he knows best. He always decides for everyone else, he uses his power, his position, his voice, to shut everyone else down. You just did the same thing and that is quite sad!” Hayden’s face went completely cold. It was a terrifying transformation, all the color drained away. The anger I had seen before, the fury over his mother, had heat to it. This was different, this was a frozen devastating shock. It was worse than anger. He took a slow step back from me. He looked at me for a long moment, and his eyes were empty. There was nothing left in them but hurt and a distant, bitter realization. “You think I am like him,” he said, his voice quiet now, dangerously controlled. “After everything we just discovered. After everything I risked getting you out of his contract. You think I am the same as the man who used legal tricks to ruin innocent women and who probably murdered my mother… Is this Michelle speaking or someone else?” “I did not say you are a murderer,” I argued, instantly stepping back from the most painful part of my accusation. “I said you are acting like him, you assume the power, you assume the control. You decide what is best for me. You do not treat me like a partner. You treat me like a subordinate or like a dependent.” “You are dependent right now,” he stated, the words clipped and unforgiving. “Your safety and the success of the entire plan depend on you being here, away from anyone Eliot can use to get to us and I am the one holding the legal and strategic cards. So yes, I am taking control. I am keeping us alive and free.” He shook his head slowly, looking at the journal on the counter, then at me. The disappointment in his expression was crushing. “But if that is what you truly think of me,” he continued, his voice heavy with finality, “if you genuinely believe that I am just a younger version of the man we are trying to destroy, and that my protection is just another form of abuse…” He paused, and the silence stretched out, suffocating us both. “Then maybe you should marry Marcus instead,” he finished, the words low and icy. “Maybe you should go to him for your protection. He seems to offer you everything I do not. He offers you a choice to move in. He offers you freedom from me.” He did not wait for my reaction. He did not ask for a reply, he simply turned away from me. He walked toward the door to his bedroom. He picked up the dry jacket he had tossed aside earlier and put it on. “I will be outside,” he said without looking back. “I will call Ted from my car. I need to get away from here before this conversation ruins the last chance we have. You can stay here, you can look at the files. You can decide if I am worthy of your trust and you can decide if you want to call Marcus back.” He walked out of the apartment. He did not slam the door, but the soft click of the lock sounded louder than any shout. I was left alone in the apartment. The boxes of evidence were still on the counter. The journal lay open, its desperate words staring up at me. My phone was in my hand. I looked at the contacts. Marcus was still there. I had pushed too far. I had taken the deepest wound I could find, the comparison to his father, and I had used it to attack him. And now, he had walked out, leaving me with the choice to either trust him or betray him completely. I was completely alone in his apartment, surrounded by the proof that my life was still in extreme danger. I was shocked and furious and instantly terrified.

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The tension hung over the air with quiet dread over the dinner table. I held my breath waiting for when madam Linda would launch her first round of attack. Then she finally did. “Pass the salt, Selene,” my foster mother said breaking the ice. Her voice rang sharp enough to slice through the clatter of plates. It wasn’t really a request. It never was. I reached for the small silver shaker beside me, my fingers brushing the polished wood of the long dining table. The air in the hall was thick, heavy with the scents of roasted venison and herbs, and yet beneath it all there was something sour mockery, waiting to be served. My hand barely touched the salt when her lips curved in that familiar, disdainful smirk. “Ah. Even in simple things, she hesitates.” A ripple of amusement moved through the table. My foster sisters giggled behind their hands, as though we were still children at play, and I was the punchline of their favorite game. I set the salt shaker down gently by her plate, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Here, Mother.” The word felt hollow in my mouth. “You are not my mother,” I wanted to scream. But I swallowed it. As i always do. Kael sat silently at the head of the table. He fixed his dark gaze on the meat before him as though the conversation had nothing to do with him. His hand rested loosely around his wine goblet, his strong fingers flexing idly. He didn’t even look at me. Not once. Beside me, Maris leaned in with a soft smile. “Selene was just being careful,” she said lightly. “Don’t fault her for being gentle.” Her words were smooth, a soothing balm, but her presence at my side only made the spotlight hotter. My foster mother’s brows arched high, and my eldest foster sister, Helena, snorted into her cup. “Gentle?” Helena mocked. “That’s one word for it. Timid is another. Weak, perhaps. A Luna ought to command respect, not tremble at dinner over basic condiments.” Heat flared to my cheeks. I wanted to rise, to speak, to remind them that it wasn’t a weakness to choose my silence over venom. But the words remained in my throat. “You forget,” my foster father added, his deep voice heavy with derision, “that she is not of our blood. We raised her, yes, but breeding will always show. One cannot make a Luna out of a stray.” The word cracked against my ears like a whip: stray. Every muscle in my body tightened. My foster mother’s smile widened, cruel and deliberate. “A stray dressed in silk.” Her gaze lingered on my gown, pale blue satin Maris helped me choose, delicate embroidery catching the firelight. “No matter what she wears, the truth is written in her bones.” A chorus of agreement murmured around the table. Maris stiffened beside me. “That’s unkind,” she said quickly. “Selene ” “Maris,” I whispered, touching her hand under the table. “Don’t.” But Helena leaned forward, her voice rising. “No, let her. Let her hear the truth. We are tired of playing pretend.” My younger foster sister, Lyra, smirked. “It must be exhausting, to live every day knowing everyone sees through you.” The laughter that followed was sharp and merciless. I gripped the edge of the table, nails digging into the polished surface. My heart pounded in my ears. “Enough,” I said softly, but no one heard me. My foster father lifted his goblet in a mock toast. “To the Alpha’s pity, then, for choosing a Luna from the gutter.” Laughter roared again, and this time even the servants’ lips twitched as they tried not to look. My throat burned. I turned my gaze to Kael, my mate, the one person who could end this with a single word. But he said nothing. He ate silently, drinking at intervals. He said nothing, letting them tear me to pieces at his table. “Enough!” My voice cracked louder this time, echoing through the hall. The laughter died instantly. The clatter of cutlery ceased. I pushed my chair back, the scrape against the stone floor harsh in the silence. My chest heaved as I looked around at their smug, pitiless faces. “You will not call me stray again,” I said, my voice trembling but clear. “You will not belittle me in whispers or in laughter. I have endured your cruelty for years, but I will not sit silent while you humiliate me in front of my mate.” The words tore free, raw and jagged, and for a moment I almost believed they were strong enough to pierce the armor of their contempt. But no. Helena sneered. “Listen to her, pretending she belongs.” My foster mother folded her napkin with delicate precision. “Run, little stray. That’s what you do best.” Tears burned my eyes, hot and furious. I spun away before they could fall, before they could see me break. The grand hall doors slammed shut behind me as I fled into the cool night air, my breath hitching. “Selene!” Maris’s voice echoed after me. She quickly followed me, her hand catching my arm as I stumbled into the gardens. “Don’t let them get to you ” “They always get to me!” I gasped, wrenching my arm free. “And Kael… Kael just sits there and says nothing. He lets them ” My words faltered, broken by the sob lodged in my throat. Maris’s eyes softened with pity, her hands reaching for mine. “You are the Luna,” she whispered. “With or without their approval. You cannot let their words define you.” But the cracks were already splitting wide inside me. Later, when the moon had climbed high and silence swallowed the estate, I stood in my chambers, waiting. The bed on his side remained cold. When Kael finally entered, his scent was faint with pine and iron, my chest ached with both relief and dread. “Kael,” I said, my voice small but urgent. He removed his cloak, his expression unreadable. “It’s late, Selene.” “I need to speak with you.” He stilled, then turned, his dark eyes meeting mine at last. “About what?” “About tonight. About them. My foster family.” My voice trembled, but I forced myself to go on. “They humiliated me in front of you. They called me a stray. They mocked me again. They keep mocking me and you said nothing. You just let them.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. “Do you not care?” I whispered. “Do you not see what they do to me? Your silence tells them it is allowed. That I am weak. That I am unworthy.” Kael’s eyes hardened, cold steel in the firelight. “If you are so concerned with whispers, then perhaps you are unworthy.” The words struck harder than any insult my foster family had ever thrown. I shook my head, disbelief flooding me. “How can you say that? I am your mate. Your Luna.” “You are my mate,” he said flatly. “But being Luna is more than wearing a crown or sitting at my side. It means bearing the weight without complaint. If you cannot endure a few words, then you have no business calling yourself Luna.” I stared at him, my chest hollow, my voice breaking. “So you would have me suffer in silence? Let them tear me apart until nothing is left?” Kael stepped back, his gaze already drifting toward the door. “If you cannot deal with it, Selene, then perhaps you have no business being Luna at all. Next time you deal with it. Don’t talk to me about this issues again.” The words hung between us, final and merciless. And then he turned, leaving me standing al one in the flickering shadows, my heart shattering in the echo of his footsteps.

The sound of my heels echoed softly down the stone corridor as I made my way toward the great hall. The banners that lined the walls fluttered faintly from the night breeze seeping through narrow windows, but the weight inside my chest was heavier than silk and stone combined. My hands were clasped tightly in front of me, nails pressing into my palms until the crescent moons shape they left stung. Maris walked beside me, radiant as always in a gown of emerald that clung to her figure, her dark hair braided with silver threads. She looked more like a queen than I ever felt like a Luna. She slowed her steps, noticing the stiffness in mine. “You’re grinding your teeth again,” she murmured, amusement coating her words. I exhaled, I didn’t even realize I had been grinding my teeth. “I can’t help it. Kael hasn’t spoken more than ten words to me this week, Maris. Ten.” My voice cracked despite my attempt to keep it level. “And those words were… instructions. Orders, like I’m just another soldier under his command.” Maris tilted her head, her hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of sympathy and calculation. “He’s Alpha Selene, you must understand that his duty stretches him thin. You knew it would be like this when he became the Alpha.” “Not like this.” I swallowed, forcing the bitterness rising in my throat back. “He doesn’t even come to bed anymore. His scent is… fading from our chamber. Sometimes I think he avoids it on purpose. And a wolf is weak without her mate’s scent.” My throat tightened as the words rushed out, words I would never dare to whisper to anyone else. “I feel like I’m Luna only in name. The pack sees it. They see how he looks through me, and they treat me like I’m invisible because of it. Because of how he treats me.” Maris’s hand slipped through mine, squeezing gently. “Selene, you’re stronger than you think. They may not see it, but I do. Don’t let them smell your fear. Tonight, hold your head high. No matter what anyone whispers, you are the Luna. Their Luna.” Her words were like a balm, though some part of me wondered why she sounded so certain. I forced a smile. “Sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do.” “That’s because I know what you’re worth.” Her lips curved, her tone so warm it almost chased away the chill. Almost. We reached the carved wooden doors of the great hall, already alive with music and laughter. The scent of roasted meat, honeyed wine, and burning pine filled the air. I took a breath, straightened my shoulders, and stepped inside. Every head turned to me. I could feel their eyes trailing across me, assessing, judging. The hush that followed our entrance lasted only seconds before voices rose again this time sharper, aimed at me. “Well, if it isn’t our absent Luna,” one she-wolf muttered just loud enough. “Maybe she’ll grace us with more than her shadow tonight.” Another laughed. “Careful, she might actually speak to us and forget her place.” Heat flamed across my face. I ignored them, tightening my grip on Maris’s arm. But the words clung to my skin. I walked towards the high table, every step deliberate. Before I reached it, a younger she-wolf suddenly stumbled in front of me, her goblet tipping with suspicious clumsiness. Red wine splattered across my lap, staining the pale silver of my gown. Gasps erupted, followed by muffled laughter that quickly grew bolder. “Oh no,” the girl said in mock horror, pressing her hand to her mouth. “How clumsy of me. I’m so sorry, Luna.” Her tone dripped with insincerity, mockery. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, the cool wine soaking into the fabric, the sting of humiliation sharper than any blade. I forced a breath, forced my chin higher. “Accidents happen,” I said calmly, though my hands shook. “Excuse me, I’ll go and change.” I turned, but before I could take a step, a sharp tug at my skirt made me stop in my tracks. It was a deliberate tug. There was a loud ripping sound and for a moment, the hall went silent, followed by a wave of laughter. I looked down in horror. My gown had torn from hem to waist, exposing the pale fabric of my undergarments. My stomach plummeted, and heat rushed to my face so violently I thought I might faint. The she-wolf who had “tripped” was smirking, her hand still close enough to the fabric for me to know she had done it on purpose. “She’s come to show us her real colors,” someone jeered from the back. “Is this what passes for dignity in a Luna?” another chimed in. The laughter swelled, cruel and echoing. My throat closed. My legs refused to move. All I could think of was Kael if he were here. If he would even care. Then Maris, like my knight in shining armor, removed her shawl silken and long and wrapped it around my waist, covering the tear with practiced speed. She turned on the offenders with fire in her eyes. “How dare you?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the laughter like a whip. “You are disgracing yourselves, not your Luna. Is this what loyalty looks like? Mocking the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess herself? This is disrespect of the highest order to the Alpha himself.” The hall stilled. They still whispered but no one dared speak against her. Maris tightened the scarf around me and leaned close, her whisper meant only for me. “Hold your head high. Don’t let them win.” I swallowed hard, blinking back hot tears, and forced myself to walk toward the high table. Every step was agony, but I did not falter. I sat on the table with the shawl draped elegantly enough to disguise the tear beneath. Kael came in later, He held my hands and raised it up in greeting to his pack members, then he dropped it as fast as lightning when we were sitting. Few eyes caught it. I helplessly watched as they smirked on their seats. I couldn’t blame them. All I could feel was the sting of Kael’s action. The rest of the feast passed in a blur of noise and stares. My food tasted like ash. When the last goblet was emptied and the music dimmed, I escaped as quickly as dignity allowed. My chambers greeted me with silence, heavy and suffocating. I shut the door, leaned against it, and finally let the tears I had caged fall. Pulling the fabric free, I dropped it on the bed and went to my jewelry chest. I needed some reminder, some proof that I belonged here, that I mattered to someone. But when I opened the small wooden box where I kept Kael’s gift the necklace he’d given me on our joining night my breath caught. The velvet pouch was gone. I searched frantically, overturning trinkets, digging through every drawer, every chest. My hands trembled as I pulled garments aside, desperate, praying I had misplaced it. But it was nowhere. The necklace Kael had clasped around my throat with his own hands, the one I had cherished as the symbol of our bond, had vanished. I sank to my knees, the realization striking like a blade. First the humiliation in the hall. Now this. The laughter of the she-wolves still rang in my ears. And beneath the wooding box was a note. A note dripping with a warning that sounded like a whisper: Someone wants to strip you of everything your pride, your dignity, even the last piece of Kael you hold. My fingers curled the paper as I collapsed to the floor. The truth was pressed cold against my heart. This wasn’t carelessness. Someone was inside my chambers. And they had taken what mattered most.

When I recovered from the pain I started searching. Searching for what else have been taken away from me. What more do I have that they want? I tore through my chambers like a storm, drawers clattering open, chests overturned, fabrics spilling like wounded pride across the polished floors. My hands trembled as I rifled through one garment after another, praying the necklace would appear, tucked into some fold I’d overlooked. But it didn’t. It was gone. The delicate silver chain Kael had once fastened around my neck the only gift he had ever given me was gone. The more I searched, the more I discovered that it wasn’t just the necklace. A small letter I had written weeks ago lay missing from the carved wooden box where I stored private things. It was a letter I had never sent words I had poured onto parchment late one night in desperation, words that confessed how lonely I had felt, how afraid. My cheeks burned even at the memory of it. Who had it now? Who was reading my bleeding thoughts as though they were theirs to hold? My mother’s bracelet, an heirloom with a faint emerald clasp, was nowhere to be found either. Several of my gowns those I had folded neatly only days ago were slashed at the hems, the delicate embroidery unraveled like veins spilling open. The rest of my wardrobe bore stains I hadn’t left wine splatters, ash smudges, mud ground into velvet. “This cannot be,” I whispered to myself, though the truth stared me down with merciless clarity. Someone was violating my space. Someone wanted me undone. I stormed to the door. “Guards!” My voice carried sharp as steel. The two stationed outside stiffened and entered at once, their eyes flicking nervously to the wreckage of gowns and torn silks around me. “Call the servants. All of them. Now.” Within minutes, the chamber was filled with uneasy faces. Maids with bowed heads, guards who refused to meet my eyes, stewards shifting from foot to foot as though they were standing on fire. The room smelled of sweat, tension, and fear. I folded my arms, forcing myself to stillness. “My belongings have been tampered with. My jewelry has been stolen and my dresses have been ruined. Even my private letters have gone missing. Who dared to enter my chambers without my permission?” The silence that followed was deafening. “No one, my lady,” one of the guards blurted quickly. “I swear on my blood, no one passed us.” I turned on him, narrowing my eyes. “Then explain to me how my necklace, the gift Kael’s gave me on our joining ceremony vanished from my chest. Explain how my gowns are shredded and how letters disappeared from locked drawers.” The man swallowed hard. “Perhaps you misplaced them ” “Misplaced?” My voice cracked like a whip. “You dare accuse me of carelessness when I can see the seams torn with a blade? When my drawers are clearly rifled through?” The servants shifted uneasily. One maid lifted her chin, her voice tight. “My lady, none of us touched your belongings. We would never.” “Never?” I let the word hang in the air, sharp as broken glass. “Do you think I am blind? Do you think I cannot read your eyes? You are hiding something from me. All of you.” They protested in a chorus of denials, voices overlapping in a desperate scramble of innocence. But I saw it the tiny flickers in their gazes which said they knew something they aren’t telling. The way they avoided looking at one another, as though afraid of betraying something. “You will find that I am not as blind as you think,” I warned coldly. “If I learn that one of you betrayed me, the punishment will not be light.” I dismissed them and they fled like leaves in a storm, whispering among themselves as they retreated down the hall. My chamber felt colder once they were gone, shadows stretching long and accusatory across the walls. I collapsed onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. “What is happening to me?” I whispered. “Am I losing my mind, or is someone determined to drive me there?” A gentle knock interrupted my despair. “Selene?” Maris’s voice, soft and cautious. She entered without waiting, her presence brought a strange kind of comfort, even in the midst of my chaos. Her eyes widened at the sight of my overturned chests and ruined gowns. “Goddess above, what happened here?” I rose quickly, clutching her arms as though she were a lifeline. “My belongings are gone, Maris. The necklace Kael gave me. It’s gone, and so much else with it. My dresses, my bracelet, even my private letter I can’t find them. Someone has been entering my chambers.” Her brows drew together in sympathy, her voice went low. “Selene… are you certain? Could it be that you misplaced them?” I recoiled slightly. “Not you too. Everyone is insisting that I’m careless, how can I misplace what I have been guarding with my life. I am not mad, Maris. Someone is sabotaging me.” She sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek with gentle fingers. “Forgive me. I only ask because… well, paranoia grows heavy in lonely hearts. But if you say this is true, then I believe you.” I sank into a chair, my shoulders shaking. “It feels like the whole pack wants to see me crumble. Kael barely looks at me, and now this there is a shadow in my own home.” Her expression hardened, a flash of steel beneath the velvet of her features. “Then we will find them. Whoever did this whoever thinks they can trifle with the Luna of this pack will regret it. I’ll make sure of that.” She knelt beside me, her eyes fierce and steady. “I will help you uncover the truth. Trust me.” And for a fleeting moment, I did. The following days, Maris set herself to the task with startling resolve. She moved quietly, questioning servants when I could not, slipping into corridors and watching the comings and goings of everyone when no one thought to notice her. She returned often with reports small things, whispers of suspicion, nothing solid enough to grasp. Until one afternoon, she burst into my chambers, her eyes alight with triumph. “I found her.” I rose so quickly my chair toppled backward. “Who?” “A servant. One of the maids who cleans the west wing. I caught her with one of your sashes in her hand. She claimed she was merely washing it, but it was slashed through, Selene. Slashed, as your gowns were.” My heart thundered. “Bring her to me.” Minutes later, the girl stood trembling before me, her head bowed so low I could barely see her face. My anger simmered hot and dangerous as I circled her. “Why?” My voice was ice. “Why are you ruining what is mine? Why are you stealing from me? Who sent you to do it?” “I I never ” the girl stammered, her eyes darting to Maris as though begging for mercy. “I didn’t mean to, my lady. It was it was only once ” “Only once?” My hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. “You entered my chambers and touched what is not yours. Yet you claim it is once? Many of my dresses has been destroyed, leaving me open to the mockery of my people. Do you realize what kind of humiliation you have caused me?” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I swear, no one told me to. I did it alone. Please, forgive me.” Her words rang hollow, but I had no proof beyond her trembling confession. Rage and helplessness warred within me, leaving me hollow. “Get her out of my sight,” I whispered hoarsely. “Let Kael decide her punishment.” The guards dragged her away, her sobs echoing down the hall. Maris placed a steadying hand on my arm. “You see? I told you I would find the one responsible.” I nodded faintly, though unease twisted my gut. Something about it all felt too convenient, too neat. “Thank you.” I whispered softly. Later that evening, I was about to go for a quiet walk in the moonlit gardens, desperate for air that wasn’t stuffed with betrayal. As I walked the gravel paths, I heard laughter drifting from the fountain. When I moved closer, a cluster of court girls were gathered, fanning their jeweled fans across their face. I was about to walk by when I heard my name. “…she told Mari that Kael was growing distant. Can you imagine? The Luna herself, confessing that her mate no longer warms her bed?” My blood froze. Those words those exact words have only been spoken to Maris and no one else. Another voice chimed in, mocking. “She also says that she fears the pack will turn against her. She is very insecure, not fitting for a Luna.” They laughed, cruel and careless. I pressed myself against the stone wall, heart pounding. Every secret I had whispered into Maris’s ear was spilling from their mouths now, twisted into mockery. If Maris had not told them, then who had? There are only two options. Either Maris has been betraying me or someone has been following me, listening to all my conversations. But as the laughter carried into the night, a chilling suspicion coiled through me. What if the only person I trusted was the one sharpening the knife against my back?

I was surrounded. The flames licked higher, searing my skin, yet I could not run. The wolves circled tighter, eyes gleaming with malice under the blood-red moon. “Traitor!” they howled, their voices crashing against me like waves against stone. “I’m not ” I tried to scream, but my throat betrayed me. No sound left my lips. The fire rose, swallowing the forest in a single breath. Heat scorched me, blistering my skin and bone, and still I could not escape. My eyes darted desperately, searching for Kael, for anyone Maris, even. But no one came. Only laughter cut through the inferno, sharp and cruel, a voice I knew but could not name. It echoed as the flames devoured me. I bolted upright, gasping, gripping the sheets as they clinged to me like damp chains. Sweat drenched my skin, and for a moment I swore I could still feel the burn of fire crawling across my body. My chest heaved, lungs clawing for air, but it wasn’t the remnants of smoke I felt it was dread. Then I saw the bond mark. A faint light shimmered against my wrist, a glow so soft I almost thought I imagined it. But it pulsed like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine, flickering once, twice, before dimming into nothing. My breath froze in my throat. The bond was sacred, immutable. Eternal. It bound mates together beyond distance, beyond time. For it to stir this way meant something was unraveling. I pressed my palm over it, willing the glow to return. “Kael,” I whispered. “Where are you?” No answer came. No warmth and the silence of his absence. A chill sank into my bones, deeper than the coldest winter wind. The mark was not merely alive it was warning me. And the word from my dream echoed, seared into me like the flames had been: Traitor. I stumbled out of bed, legs trembling, and poured water from the jug on the nightstand, gulping it down as though it could drown the fire that still lingered inside me. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye pale skin, hair tangled, eyes wide with fear. I looked haunted, hunted. “No,” I whispered to myself, gripping the edge of the table. “You are Luna. You cannot shatter this way.” But even as I said it, I felt the crack running through me, widening with each throb of the bond mark. The next morning, I carried myself with composure, but every whisper in the halls felt sharper, every glance heavier. The she-wolves smirked more boldly, the guards stood stiffer at their posts as though they doubted my authority. I moved through the day with grace, yet my mind remained fixed on the dream. On the laughter. On the bond. At midday, Maris entered my chambers without knocking, her face full of practiced concern. “You look dreadful,” she said softly, closing the door behind her. “Did you sleep at all?” I forced a smile. “Enough.” “Don’t lie to me, Selene,” she said, crossing the room and pressing her hand to mine. “I’ve known you too long. Something happened.” I hesitated. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to spill every detail of the dream, every pulse of the bond mark. But the memory of the whispers the secrets I had shared with only her choked me. I decided it was best not to say anything implicating to anyone at this time. I pulled my hand free. “It was nothing dear. Just a bad dream.” Maris tilted her head, her eyes searching mine. “You dream often these days. Perhaps it’s your conscience.” The words pricked sharper than she intended them to. Or perhaps, exactly as she intended. “My conscience is clear,” I said, my tone clipped. “Of course it is,” she replied quickly, masking the smirk that threatened to rise. “Forgive me. I only mean you’ve carried so much. No wonder your sleep is troubled.” I let the silence stretch between us. She was too smooth, too quick to amend. My suspicions clawed higher, but I swallowed them down. When she left, I sat back on the bed and looked again at my wrist. The mark lay dormant, just skin now, but I could not unsee the faint light that had pulsed through it. That night, I lit no candle. I sat in darkness, waiting for Kael. Hours passed. The moon rose higher, then drifted down toward dawn. His side of the bed remained cold. The mark did not stir again, but I felt the emptiness like a blade in my chest. By the third night of silence, dread became fury. When Kael finally returned, his boots heavy against the stone, I rose to meet him. “Where have you been?” I asked, voice shaking with the weight of too many sleepless nights. His gaze barely brushed mine. “Patrols and other pack business.” “At both midnight and dawn? You’ve been away every night for weeks?” My voice cracked, but I held firm. “Do not lie to me, Kael. I can feel it. Something is wrong.” His jaw tightened. He set aside his cloak without looking at me. “Then stop feeling. Focus on your role. You are Luna. Act like it.” My chest tightened. “And what does that mean? To sit here, humiliated, mocked, alone, while you vanish into the night? To pretend that the bond is weak?” That caught him. His head turned sharply, eyes locking onto mine. “What did you say?” “The bond,” I whispered, raising my wrist. “It has been getting weeker for days. Last night it glowed. It pulsed. It has never done that before. I think it’s warning me, Kael. Something’s happening between us. Please let’s fix it.” His face hardened into stone. “Dreams and illusions. That’s all. Fix yourself.” “It was not a dream,” I said, stepping closer. “It was real. I could feet it.” His voice dropped, sharp and cold. “Enough, Selene. I will not be accused in my own halls.” I flinched as though struck. “Accused? I never accused you. I only ” “You nag,” he interrupted, stepping back toward the door. “Endlessly. If you cannot shoulder the weight of this role, then perhaps you have no business being Luna.” The words sliced through me, deeper than any blade. The same words he said to me nights ago. Is this all he has to say to me? I watched as he opened the door, cloak in hand, and left. The slam of wood echoed like thunder in my chest. I stood alone, my wrist still tingling, my heart unraveling. The bond was sacred, immutable. And yet, it had stirred. It pulsed with betrayal. I sank to the floor, clutching my wrist, trembling as the memory of fire and laughter echoed through me once more. And for the first time since taking the crown, I feared the truth: The dream was not just a warning. It was a prophecy. Traitor. The word burned in me, and the bond throbbed once again, faintly, as though to confirm it. The bond that should have bound me was warning me of betrayal. And for the first time since I had taken my place as Luna, I feared that the word burned into my dream might one day become my reality.

The days that followed blurred together like watercolors in rain. I moved through the motions of being Luna attending council meetings where my voice was ignored, presiding over ceremonies where wolves barely acknowledged my presence, sitting at the high table while conversations flowed around me as though I were invisible. But beneath the surface, something was fracturing. The bond mark pulsed more frequently now, often when I least expected it. During breakfast, it would flicker against my wrist like a dying candle. In the middle of conversations, I would feel that familiar throb, that warning that made my stomach clench with dread. Each pulse felt like a countdown to something I couldn’t name. Kael’s absences grew longer. Some nights he didn’t return at all, and when he did, his scent was layered with unfamiliar traces pine from distant territories, the musk of other wolves, and something else. Something sweeter, more intimate that made my wolf pace restlessly within me. I tried to push the suspicions away, but they clung to me like thorns. “You look pale,” Maris observed one afternoon as we walked through the gardens. The late autumn air was crisp, leaves crunching beneath our feet in shades of gold and crimson. She linked her arm through mine, her touch warm and reassuring. “Perhaps you should rest more.” “I rest plenty,” I replied, though we both knew it was a lie. Sleep had become my enemy, bringing dreams of fire and betrayal that left me gasping and drenched in sweat. “The pack notices these things, you know,” she continued gently. “They see when their Luna is… struggling.” The words stung more than they should have. “What do you mean?” Maris stopped walking, turning to face me with eyes full of what looked like genuine concern. “Selene, they whisper. About your distraction, your melancholy. Some wonder if you’re… fit to lead.” My chest tightened. “And what do you tell them?” “That you’re going through a difficult time, but that you’re strong.” Her hand squeezed mine. “But perhaps it’s time to consider that their doubts aren’t entirely unfounded.” I pulled my arm free, staring at her. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that if you cannot carry the weight of being Luna, perhaps it would be kinder to yourself and to the pack to step aside.” The suggestion hit me like a physical blow. “Step aside?” “Not permanently,” she said quickly, though something flickered in her eyes. “Just until you’ve had time to heal, to find your strength again. Kael could choose a temporary Luna, someone to ” “Someone like who?” The question escaped before I could stop it. Maris’s lips curved in what might have been sympathy or something else entirely. “Someone who could bear the burden without breaking under it.” I turned away from her, my mind reeling. The woman I trusted most in this world was suggesting I abandon my position, my title, my purpose. And yet, part of me wondered if she was right. Maybe I was failing. Maybe the pack deserved better. But then the bond mark pulsed again, stronger this time, and with it came a flash of clarity that cut through my self-doubt like lightning. This wasn’t about my weakness. This was about someone else’s ambition. “I won’t step aside,” I said firmly, turning back to face her. “I am Luna, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. Whatever difficulties I’m facing, I’ll overcome them.” For just a moment, Maris’s mask slipped. I saw something cold and calculating flash across her features before the warmth returned. “Of course,” she said smoothly. “I only want what’s best for you, dear friend.” That night, unable to bear the emptiness of my chambers, I walked the corridors of the packhouse. The stone walls seemed to whisper with secrets, shadows dancing in the torchlight like specters of my fears. I found myself outside Kael’s study, drawn by the faint light seeping beneath the door. Voices drifted from within his voice, deep and familiar, and another. Feminine. Soft. My heart hammered as I pressed closer to the door. “…can’t continue like this much longer,” the female voice was saying. “She’s growing suspicious.” “Let her suspect,” Kael replied, his tone dismissive. “What can she do? She has no proof, no allies save you.” A bitter laugh. “And how long do you think that will last? She’s not stupid, despite what you’d like to believe.” “She’s weak,” Kael said with such venom that I flinched. “Always has been. It’s why this was so easy.” “Easy?” The woman’s voice sharpened. “Nothing about this has been easy. Do you know how difficult it’s been, pretending to care about her pathetic concerns? Listening to her whine about your distance, your coldness? Consoling her while you ” “While I what?” Kael’s voice was dangerously quiet. “While you prepared to cast her aside for me.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled backward from the door, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The female voice. I knew it now, recognized the cadence, the particular way she pronounced certain words. Maris. My dearest friend. My confidante. My betrayer. The bond mark on my wrist flared with such intensity that I bit back a cry of pain. The connection between Kael and me already strained, already weakening shuddered like a bridge about to collapse. I fled then, running through the corridors with tears streaming down my face, my breath coming in ragged sobs. Everything made sense now. The stolen secrets, the perfectly timed comfort, the way she always seemed to know exactly what to say to keep me dependent on her friendship. She had been feeding my insecurities while nurturing Kael’s contempt. She had been my shoulder to cry on while sharpening the blade that would cut me down. In my chambers, I collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in the pillows to muffle my sobs. The bond mark continued to pulse, each throb a reminder of how completely I had been deceived. But as the initial shock wore off, something else began to take its place. Not despair, though that still lingered. Not heartbreak, though my chest felt hollow. Anger. Pure, molten rage that started in my core and spread outward like wildfire. They thought I was weak. They thought I would break under the weight of their betrayal, crumble into nothing so they could sweep away the pieces. They were wrong. I sat up, wiping the tears from my face with shaking hands. In the mirror across the room, I caught sight of my reflection disheveled, red-eyed, but not broken. Not yet. The bond mark gave one final, violent pulse before falling still. In that moment, I felt something snap inside me, like a chain finally giving way under too much pressure. The mate bond that had bound me to Kael, that had made me vulnerable to his moods and cruelties, was fracturing. And with each crack, I felt a strange sense of liberation creeping in. Let them plot. Let them scheme and whisper and betray. They had awakened something in me that they might come to regret. I was no longer the naive Luna who begged for scraps of affection. I was no longer the girl who accepted humiliation with bowed head and silent tears. I was something else now. Something harder. Something dangerous. The moon outside my window seemed brighter somehow, its light silver and sharp as a blade. I stood and walked to the window, pressing my palm against the cool glass. “Let them come,” I whispered to the night. “Let them try to break me.” The bond mark lay quiet against my wrist, but I could feel the power building beneath my skin, ancient and wild and hungry for justice. My real story was only just beginning.

The morning of the Bloodfang feast dawned gray and cold, as though the sky itself mourned what was to come. I stood before my mirror, fastening the clasp of a deep crimson gown one of the few that hadn’t been mysteriously damaged. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Red, the color of blood. How fitting for what I now suspected would be my execution. Three days had passed since I overheard Kael and Maris plotting in his study. Three days of watching them perform their roles with sickening perfection Kael maintaining his cold indifference, Maris playing the devoted friend who worried for my wellbeing. Three days of pretending I knew nothing while fury burned in my veins like poison. The bond mark had fallen silent since that night, as still as death against my wrist. Sometimes I wondered if it had given up trying to warn me, or if whatever was coming was already set in stone. “You look beautiful,” Maris said as she entered my chambers without knocking. She moved with the confidence of someone who believed her victory was assured, her own gown a stunning shade of emerald that made her dark hair gleam like silk. “That red suits you perfectly.” I forced a smile. “Thank you. You look radiant yourself.” She preened slightly, running her hands over the fitted bodice. “I wanted to look my best tonight. The feast is so important for pack unity, don’t you think?” “Indeed,” I replied, my voice steady despite the rage simmering beneath. “I’m sure it will be a night none of us will ever forget.” Something flickered in her eyes triumph, perhaps, or anticipation. “I hope you’re feeling stronger today. You seemed so… fragile lately.” “I’m perfectly fine,” I said, turning back to the mirror to fasten my earrings. “Ready to face whatever the evening brings.” “Good.” Her reflection smiled at me from behind my own. “Because I have a feeling tonight will change everything.” The words sent ice through my veins, but I kept my expression serene. “Change can be exactly what we need.” She left me then, probably to make final preparations with Kael. I remained at the mirror, studying my reflection. My face was pale but composed, my eyes bright with unshed tears I refused to let fall. If tonight was to be my downfall, I would meet it with dignity. But first, I had one last thing to do. I retrieved the small journal I kept hidden beneath my mattress and penned a final entry: If anyone reads this, know that I was not the traitor they will claim me to be. The evidence that will destroy me tonight was planted by those I trusted most. I go to my fate knowing the truth, even if no one else ever will. I sealed the journal in a small wooden box and hid it behind a loose stone in the wall. Perhaps someday, someone would find it and know that Selene of Bloodfang had not betrayed her pack. The great hall buzzed with excitement when I arrived. Torches blazed in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The long tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, fresh bread, and flagons of wine. The entire pack was present, dressed in their finest clothing, voices raised in laughter and conversation. I took my place at the high table beside Kael, who barely acknowledged my presence with a curt nod. Maris sat across from us, radiant and animated as she chatted with the other nobles. To any observer, we looked like a perfect picture of pack leadership. But I could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, could see the way certain wolves kept glancing in my direction with expressions I couldn’t quite read. Anticipation. Hunger. The same look wolves wore when circling wounded prey. The first course was served, and I forced myself to eat, though the food tasted like ash in my mouth. Around me, the conversation flowed like wine talk of hunting parties, trade negotiations, the approach of winter. Normal pack business that would soon be overshadowed by accusations of treason. Kael rose when the main course was finished, his goblet in hand. The hall fell silent, all eyes turning to their Alpha. He commanded attention effortlessly, his presence filling the space like a physical force. “My pack,” he began, his voice carrying easily through the hall. “Tonight we gather not just to feast, but to address a matter of grave importance to our survival.” My heart began to hammer against my ribs, but I kept my face carefully neutral. “It has come to my attention,” Kael continued, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on me, “that we have a traitor among us.” Gasps rippled through the hall. Wolves twisted in their seats, looking around with wide eyes, wondering who could have betrayed their pack. My hands trembled in my lap, but I forced myself to remain still. “Evidence has been found,” Kael said, reaching into his coat and withdrawing a bundle of papers. “Letters written in a hand I know well, detailing our patrol routes, our weaknesses, our most guarded secrets. All of it sent to our enemies in the Nightshade pack.” The papers rustled as he held them up for all to see. Even from my seat, I could make out the familiar curves and loops of my own handwriting. But I had never written those words, never betrayed my pack’s secrets to anyone. “The evidence is clear,” Kael declared, his voice like thunder in the sudden silence. “Our Luna, Selene, has sold us to our enemies for promises of power and position.” The accusation hit the hall like a physical blow. Shouts erupted from every corner cries of outrage, disbelief, betrayal. I felt hundreds of eyes turn toward me, burning with fury and disappointment. I rose slowly from my chair, my legs unsteady but my voice clear. “I have never betrayed this pack. Those letters ” “Bear your handwriting,” Kael cut me off coldly. “Your seal. Your signature. Do you deny that these are your words?” He thrust the papers toward me, close enough that I could see the damning evidence. My handwriting, perfect in every detail. My personal seal, pressed into red wax. Even my signature, exactly as I would have written it. But I had never seen these letters before in my life. “I…” The words stuck in my throat as I stared at the impossible evidence of my own guilt. “She cannot even deny it!” someone shouted from the crowd. “Traitor!” another voice joined in, and soon the entire hall was chanting the word that had haunted my nightmares. Through the chaos, I caught sight of Maris. She sat perfectly still, her face a mask of shock and hurt, but I saw the truth glittering in her eyes. Satisfaction. Victory. She had done this. Somehow, she had forged my handwriting, stolen my seal, crafted the perfect trap. And I had walked into it exactly as she had planned. Kael raised his hand for silence, and gradually the shouting died down to angry murmurs. “The penalty for treason,” he announced, “is death.” My knees nearly buckled, but I forced myself to remain standing. Around me, the pack nodded their approval, their faces twisted with righteous anger. These wolves who had once bowed to me as their Luna now looked at me like a rabid animal that needed to be put down. But before Kael could continue, Maris rose from her seat. Her movement was graceful, deliberate, drawing every eye in the hall. “My Alpha,” she said, her voice carrying clearly through the silence. “Before you pass judgment on this… traitor, there is something else the pack must know.” Kael turned to her, and I saw something pass between them. A signal, perhaps, or simply the understanding of co-conspirators. “Speak,” he commanded. Maris placed her hand over her stomach, her chin lifting with pride and defiance. “I carry your child, my Alpha. The heir to the Bloodfang pack.” The hall erupted once again, but this time with cheers and celebration. Wolves howled their approval, raising their goblets in toast to their Alpha and his pregnant mate. The sound was deafening, joyous, triumphant. And it shattered what remained of my heart. I stared at Maris, at the woman I had trusted above all others, as she basked in the adoration of the pack. She caught my gaze and smiled not the gentle, supportive smile she had given me countless times before, but something cold and victorious. “You see,” Kael said, his voice cutting through the celebration, “the Moon Goddess has shown us the truth. She has blessed me with a true mate, one worthy of bearing the future of our pack. Not a traitor who would sell our secrets for her own gain.” He moved to Maris’s side, placing his hand over hers on her stomach. The gesture was tender, protective everything he had never been with me. “I, Kael Bloodfang, Alpha of the Bloodfang pack, reject Selene as my Luna and declare Maris my true mate and the mother of my heir!” The formal words of rejection hit me like physical blows. I felt the mate bond, already weakened and fractured, shatter completely. The pain was overwhelming like having my heart ripped from my chest while I was still breathing. I stumbled, my hand flying to my chest as agony tore through me. But I didn’t fall. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Through the haze of pain, I saw chains being brought forward. Heavy iron shackles that gleamed in the torchlight. The pack was on their feet now, howling for my blood, demanding justice for my supposed crimes. “Seize the traitor,” Kael commanded. Guards moved toward me, their faces grim with duty. I could have run should have run but there was nowhere to go. The entire pack surrounded me, their eyes burning with betrayal and rage. The shackles closed around my wrists with cold finality. The weight of them seemed to crush what little strength I had left. As they began to drag me from the hall, I caught one last glimpse of Maris. She was glowing with triumph, accepting congratulations from the pack nobles, playing her part as the beloved new Luna. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, and she mouthed a single word: Goodbye.

The dungeons beneath the Bloodfang packhouse were carved from living stone, damp and cold as a tomb. Water dripped steadily from somewhere in the darkness, each drop echoing like a countdown to my death. The guards threw me into the deepest cell with unnecessary force, my knees striking the rough floor as the iron door slammed shut behind me. The shackles around my wrists bit into my skin, already leaving angry red marks. I pulled myself up slowly, my body still trembling from the bond’s violent severing. The pain in my chest was constant now a hollow ache where Kael’s presence had once lived. But beneath the agony, something else stirred. Something that had been building since I overheard their conversation in Kael’s study. Not despair, though that threatened to drown me. Not heartbreak, though my soul felt shattered. Rage. Pure and molten and growing stronger with each breath. I pressed my back against the cold stone wall and closed my eyes, letting the fury flow through me like lava through my veins. They thought they had won. They thought they had broken me completely, left me here to rot in shame and defeat. They had no idea what they had unleashed. Hours passed in the darkness. The guards came and went, their footsteps echoing through the corridors above. Some laughed as they passed my cell, making crude jokes about the fallen Luna. Others spat on the ground near my bars, their contempt thick as poison in the air. “From Luna to prisoner in one night,” one of them sneered during his rounds. “How the mighty fall.” I said nothing. Let them think me broken. Let them believe their victory was complete. The bond mark on my wrist had gone completely dark, no longer pulsing with warnings. The connection to Kael was severed, leaving only scar tissue where our mate bond had been. But strangely, the absence of his presence felt more like freedom than loss. For the first time in months, my thoughts were entirely my own. It was near midnight when I heard the footsteps deliberate, measured, trying to be quiet. I pressed myself closer to the bars, straining to hear the conversation taking place just beyond my cell. ” has to be done before dawn,” Kael’s voice, low and urgent. “The pack expects justice, and we cannot afford to look weak.” “I understand, Alpha.” The guard’s voice was obsequious, eager to please. “But shouldn’t there be a trial? Some formality?” Kael’s laugh was cold and bitter. “A trial for what? The evidence is clear. She is a traitor, and traitors die. No ceremony is needed.” My blood turned to ice in my veins. “Make it quick,” he continued. “A blade to the heart while she sleeps. Let the pack believe she took her own life rather than face justice. It will be… kinder to her memory.” “And the body?” “Burn it. Scatter the ashes beyond our borders. I want no trace of her treachery to remain on Bloodfang lands.” The footsteps retreated, leaving me alone with the echo of my death sentence. My hands clenched into fists, the shackles cutting deeper into my wrists until I felt the warm trickle of blood. They weren’t even going to give me the dignity of a public execution. No chance to defend myself, no opportunity to expose their lies. Just a knife in the dark and then… nothing. I would disappear as though I had never existed, my name poisoned by accusations of treason, my memory buried beneath their fabricated evidence. But as I sat there in the darkness, listening to the steady drip of water and the distant sounds of the pack celebrating above, something extraordinary happened. The bond mark on my wrist began to glow. Not the faint pulse I had grown accustomed to, but a steady, silver radiance that pushed back the shadows of my cell. I stared at it in wonder and terror, watching as the light grew brighter, stronger, more insistent. The pain in my chest began to change. Where the severed mate bond had left a gaping wound, something else was taking root. Something ancient and wild and powerful beyond anything I had ever felt. Images flashed through my mind not memories, but visions of things I had never seen. A woman with silver hair standing beneath a blood-red moon. Wolves with eyes like starfire howling in perfect harmony. A throne carved from obsidian, waiting for its rightful occupant. And through it all, a voice whispered in a language I didn’t recognize but somehow understood: Child of forgotten flame, daughter of the eclipse, your time has come. I gasped, pressing my free hand to my chest as power flooded through me. The shackles around my wrists grew warm, then hot, then began to glow with the same silver light as my bond mark. The metal cracked with a sound like thunder. I stared in shock as the iron bonds fell away from my wrists, clattering to the stone floor in pieces. Where they had touched my skin, there were no marks not even a bruise. Instead, my flesh gleamed with that same otherworldly radiance. The cell door, solid iron reinforced with silver, began to tremble on its hinges. Power coursed through me like lightning, raw and untamed and hungry. I could feel it building, searching for release, demanding to be set free. My wolf, silent for so long beneath the weight of submission and humiliation, threw back her head and howled with pure joy. But before I could fully embrace whatever was happening to me, footsteps echoed through the corridor again. Quick, stealthy steps that I recognized immediately. The guard was coming to kill me. I closed my eyes and let the power settle back beneath my skin, though it took every ounce of will I possessed. The glow faded from my wrist, the broken shackles disappeared into shadow, and I pressed myself back against the wall as though still bound and helpless. The guard appeared at my cell door, a long silver blade gleaming in his hand. His face was set with grim determination, but I saw the slight tremor in his fingers. Even with orders from his Alpha, killing a Luna even a disgraced one was not easy. “Sorry, my lady,” he whispered as he worked the lock. “Orders are orders.” He stepped into my cell, raising the blade above his head. In the dim torchlight from the corridor, I could see his face clearly young, perhaps twenty summers, with kind eyes that spoke of reluctance. I felt sorry for him. He was just following commands, believing the lies he had been fed about my guilt. But I had no intention of dying for their deception. As the blade began its descent toward my heart, I moved. The power exploded outward from my core like a silver wildfire. The guard was thrown backward with tremendous force, his body hitting the corridor wall with a sickening crack. The blade flew from his hand, clattering uselessly across the stone floor. I rose to my feet, my entire body blazing with ethereal light. The young guard stared at me with wide, terrified eyes, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. “Tell your Alpha,” I said, my voice carrying harmonics that made the very stones tremble, “that Selene Bloodfang is already dead. What emerges from these depths is something far more dangerous.” The guard scrambled backward, pressing himself against the wall. “You… you’re…” “I am exactly what they tried to destroy,” I replied, stepping out of the cell. The iron bars bent away from me like flower petals opening to the sun. “But they failed.” Above us, thunder rumbled through the packhouse. A storm was coming I could feel it in the air, taste it on my tongue. The very sky seemed to be responding to the power building within me. The guard fled then, his footsteps pounding through the corridors as he ran to alert the others. I let him go. Let them know that their prisoner had escaped. Let them feel the first tremor of fear. I walked through the dungeon corridors, my bare feet silent on the cold stone. Each step felt different now purposeful, predatory, filled with a strength I had never possessed before. The broken shackles had not just freed my wrists; they had freed something fundamental within my very soul. Behind me, the empty cell stood as testament to their failure. Ahead lay the world that had betrayed me, cast me aside, tried to erase me from existence. They wanted to see a traitor? Very well. I would show them what true betrayal looked like. The storm outside was growing stronger, wind howling through the corridors like the voices of the damned. Lightning flashed through the narrow windows, illuminating my path with silver fire. As I climbed the stairs toward the main levels of the packhouse, I could hear the sounds of alarm spreading through the building. Shouts of confusion, running footsteps, doors slamming as the pack awakened to find their world turning upside down. My bond mark pulsed once more, steady and sure as a heartbeat. But it was no longer connected to Kael, no longer warning me of his betrayal. It was calling me toward something else entirely. Something that waited beyond the borders of Bloodfang lands, in the wild places where ancient powers still stirred. I reached the main floor just as the first bolt of lightning split the sky directly overhead. The thunder that followed shook the very foundations of the packhouse. Through the chaos and confusion, I heard Kael’s voice roaring orders: “Find her! Search every room, every corridor! She cannot have gone far!” But I was already moving toward the main entrance, power crackling around me like a living thing. Guards tried to block my path, but they fell back before the force of what I had become. The great doors of the Bloodfang packhouse opened before me without a touch, blown wide by winds that seemed to answer my call. Rain lashed down from the storm-dark sky, but it felt like a blessing on my skin. I stepped out into the night, leaving behind everything I had ever known or loved. Behind me, the packhouse blazed with torchlight and chaos. Ahead lay the unknown wilderness, dangerous and full of enemies. But I was no longer the weak, broken Luna they had cast aside. I was something else entirely. And I was free.

The storm raged with a fury that matched my own. Rain lashed down in sheets, turning the ground to treacherous mud that sucked at my bare feet with each step. Lightning split the sky in jagged veins of silver, illuminating my path through the wilderness beyond Bloodfang borders. Behind me, I could hear the sounds of pursuit howls echoing through the night as Kael’s trackers followed my scent. Their voices carried on the wind, harsh and determined. They would not let their escaped prisoner simply vanish into the darkness. But the storm was my ally now. Each crash of thunder masked the sound of my footsteps, each flash of lightning revealed paths through the dense forest that my enemies could not see. The rain washed away my scent trail, leaving the pursuing wolves confused and directionless in the chaos. I ran deeper into the wild lands, my feet finding purchase on slick stones and fallen logs with impossible grace. The power that had freed me from my cell still coursed through my veins, lending me strength and speed beyond anything I had ever possessed. My wolf reveled in this new freedom, pushing me forward through the storm with relentless determination. The shackles had left no marks on my wrists, but I could still feel their phantom weight. Every step took me further from the life I had known, from the pack that had raised me, from the mate who had betrayed me. With each mile, the last threads connecting me to my old existence stretched and finally snapped. I was alone in the wilderness, hunted by my former pack, with nowhere to go and no one to trust. And for the first time in months, I felt truly alive. The terrain grew rougher as I fled deeper into the borderlands. These were contested territories, places where pack boundaries blurred and rogue wolves made their homes. Ancient trees towered overhead, their branches creating a canopy so thick that even the storm’s fury was muted to a steady drumming above. My bare feet were bleeding now, cut by sharp stones and thorns, but I barely felt the pain. The power within me seemed to dull all sensation except the burning need to keep moving, to put as much distance as possible between myself and the pack that had cast me out. A wolf howled somewhere behind me, closer than the others. My pursuers were gaining ground despite the storm. I pushed myself harder, my breath coming in ragged gasps as exhaustion finally began to creep in around the edges of my supernatural strength. That was when I heard different sounds cutting through the rain snarls and the clash of teeth and claws. Fighting. A battle was taking place somewhere ahead, the sounds echoing off the rocky walls of a narrow canyon I was approaching. I slowed my pace, creeping forward through the underbrush until I could see the source of the commotion. In a small clearing at the canyon’s mouth, a lone wolf was surrounded by a pack of rogues mangy, half-starved creatures with foam around their muzzles and madness in their yellow eyes. The surrounded wolf was larger than his attackers, his coat a rich dark brown that gleamed even in the rain. He fought with deadly precision, his movements controlled and efficient, but he was outnumbered six to one. Blood streaked his flanks where rogue claws had found their mark. I should have kept running. Should have skirted around the battle and continued my flight into the deep wilderness. This was not my fight, and I had my own survival to worry about. But something made me pause. Perhaps it was the way the lone wolf fought not with the desperate savagery of the rogues, but with honor and skill. Perhaps it was simple recognition of a fellow outcast, struggling against overwhelming odds. Or perhaps it was the power within me, hungry for release after so many months of suppression. The largest of the rogues lunged for the lone wolf’s throat just as my decision crystallized. I stepped into the clearing, my body blazing with silver light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The rogues froze, their yellow eyes going wide with shock and primitive fear. The lone wolf stumbled back, equally stunned by my sudden appearance. “Enough,” I said, my voice carrying that strange harmonic resonance that made the very air tremble. The power flowed out of me like a tide, washing over the clearing with irresistible force. The rogues whimpered and cowered, their savage courage crumbling before something older and more primal than their madness. One by one, they slunk away into the forest, their tails between their legs and their eyes never leaving my glowing form. Within moments, the clearing was empty except for myself and the wounded wolf I had saved. He shifted then, bones cracking and reshaping as he took human form. I found myself looking at a man perhaps a few years older than myself, with dark hair plastered to his head by the rain and intelligent gray eyes that studied me with wary intensity. He was handsome in a rough, dangerous way all sharp angles and lean muscle, with scars crossing his chest and arms that spoke of a warrior’s life. But it was his scent that made my wolf take notice. Alpha. Strong and unmistakable, even mixed with the copper smell of blood. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the fight. I realized I was still glowing, power radiating from my skin like moonlight. With effort, I pulled the energy back within myself, though I kept enough active to heal the cuts on my feet. “Someone who should be dead,” I replied honestly. His eyes narrowed, taking in my torn and muddy dress, my bare feet, the exhaustion that was beginning to weigh down my limbs despite the supernatural strength still flowing through me. “Bloodfang,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. My scent would have told him that much, even diluted by the storm. I nodded, wondering if I had just saved an enemy. The borderlands were contested territory, after all. This could be a Nightshade wolf, or a member of one of the smaller packs that raided Bloodfang lands. “You’re bleeding,” I observed, noting the claw marks across his ribs. He looked down at his wounds dismissively. “I’ve had worse.” “Not recently, I’d guess. Those rogues were trying to kill you, not just drive you off.” Something flickered in his gray eyes surprise, perhaps, at my observation. “What do you know of rogue tactics?” “Enough to recognize a coordinated hunt when I see one.” I took a step closer, studying the pattern of his wounds. “They weren’t acting randomly. Someone sent them after you.” He was quiet for a long moment, rain streaming down his face as he considered my words. Finally, he nodded slowly. “You’re right. The question is why a Bloodfang exile would care about Nightshade politics.” My breath caught. Nightshade. The enemy pack, the wolves we had been taught to hate and fear since childhood. And I had just saved their Alpha’s life. “Because,” I said slowly, “sometimes the enemy of your enemy is the only ally you have left.” Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating both our faces in stark relief. In that moment of brilliant light, I saw recognition dawn in his gray eyes. “Selene,” he breathed. I stiffened, my hand instinctively moving to where a weapon would have hung if I had been armed. “You know me.” “Every Alpha knows the Bloodfang Luna. Or former Luna, I should say.” His expression was unreadable. “The question is, what is Selene Bloodfang doing alone in the wilderness, glowing like a fallen star?” Before I could answer, the sound of pursuing howls echoed through the canyon behind us. My former packmates had found my trail again. The Nightshade Alpha for that was surely who he was heard them too. His posture shifted, becoming predatory and alert despite his wounds. “They’re hunting you,” he observed. “Yes.” “Why?” I met his gaze steadily, knowing that my next words would determine whether I lived or died. “Because they believe I’m a traitor. Because my mate cast me aside for another. Because I know too much about their lies.” He studied me for another long moment, weighing my words against whatever he knew or had heard about the night’s events. The howls were getting closer. “Come with me,” he said finally, extending his hand. I stared at it, knowing that taking it would make me a traitor in truth not to my pack, but to everything I had been raised to believe. But Bloodfang had already branded me a traitor. They had already sentenced me to death. What did I have left to lose? I took his hand. His fingers closed around mine, warm and strong despite the cold rain. The moment our skin touched, I felt a jolt of something not the mate bond I had shared with Kael, but something else. Recognition, perhaps. Or possibility. “I’m Darius,” he said as he led me away from the clearing, away from the approaching sounds of my pursuers. “Welcome to Nightshade territory.” As we disappeared into the storm-lashed forest, I felt the last of my old life slip away like water through my fingers. Behind us, Bloodfang wolves would find only an empty clearing and a scent trail that ended in confusion. Ahead lay the unknown, dangerous and full of enemies who had every reason to kill me on sight. But for the first time since this nightmare began, I wasn’t running alone.

Darius led me through the storm with sure steps, even as blood continued to seep from his wounds. The forest grew denser around us, ancient pines rising like cathedral pillars through the rain-soaked darkness. This was old growth territory, untamed and wild, where wolves had run free for centuries before pack boundaries carved up the land. My bare feet found purchase on the treacherous terrain, the power within me still lending me strength despite my exhaustion. But I could feel it ebbing slowly, like water draining from a broken vessel. Whatever had freed me from my cell was not limitless, and the night’s events had taken their toll. “How much further?” I asked, my breath misting in the cold air. “Not far.” Darius’s voice was tight with pain, though he tried to hide it. “There’s a safe house at the border. We can rest there until dawn.” Safe house. The words should have been comforting, but they only reminded me of how precarious my situation truly was. I was entering enemy territory with an Alpha I barely knew, trusting him with my life based on nothing more than a moment of mutual aid in the storm. But what choice did I have? Behind us lay certain death. Ahead was only the unknown. We climbed a steep ridge, our hands slipping on wet stones and moss-covered roots. At the top, Darius paused, scanning the valley below through the rain. Lightning illuminated a small cabin nestled among the trees, smoke rising from its chimney despite the late hour. “There,” he said, pointing toward the structure. “But we need to be careful. The pack doesn’t know you’re coming.” The understatement of the century. The Nightshade pack would have every reason to kill me on sight I was their enemy’s former Luna, potentially carrying valuable intelligence about Bloodfang defenses and weaknesses. Even if they didn’t immediately execute me, I would be lucky to avoid torture. “What will you tell them?” I asked as we began our descent toward the cabin. Darius was quiet for a moment, considering. “The truth. That you saved my life. That you’re fleeing persecution from your own pack. What they do with that information…” He shrugged, wincing as the movement pulled at his wounds. “Will be entirely up to them,” I finished. “Yes.” At least he was honest about my precarious position. I found myself respecting that, even as it did nothing to calm my nerves. The cabin was larger than it had appeared from the ridge, built from rough-hewn logs with narrow windows that glowed with warm lamplight. Smoke curled from the stone chimney, carrying the scent of burning pine and something else food, perhaps, or medicinal herbs. Darius approached the door and knocked in a specific pattern three short raps, two long, one short. A code, then. This was indeed a safe house, probably used by Nightshade scouts and border patrols. The door opened to reveal a woman perhaps forty summers old, her graying hair pulled back in a practical braid. She wore simple clothes wool pants and a thick sweater but her eyes held the sharp alertness of a seasoned warrior. When she saw Darius, relief flooded her features. “Alpha! Thank the goddess. We felt the disturbance in the pack bond and feared ” Her words cut off abruptly as her gaze fell on me. The relief in her expression curdled into suspicion and barely contained hostility. “Mira,” Darius said calmly, “I need your discretion.” The woman Mira looked between us, taking in Darius’s wounds and my bedraggled appearance. Her nostrils flared slightly as she caught my scent, and her hand moved instinctively toward the knife at her belt. “Bloodfang,” she said, her voice flat with distaste. “Yes,” Darius replied. “And under my protection.” Mira’s eyes widened in shock. “Alpha, you can’t possibly ” “She saved my life,” he said firmly. “The rogues had me cornered in Thornfield Canyon. Without her intervention, I would be dead.” The older woman’s gaze snapped back to me, reassessing. I could see her mind working, weighing the implications of what Darius had just revealed. “Inside,” she said finally, stepping back from the doorway. “Both of you. Before someone sees.” The cabin’s interior was spartanly furnished but comfortable a stone fireplace dominated one wall, with rough wooden furniture arranged around it. Shelves lined the walls, filled with supplies, books, and what looked like medicinal herbs. The scent of burning wood and healing poultices filled the air. “Sit,” Mira commanded, pointing Darius toward a chair near the fire. “Let me see those wounds.” As she began gathering supplies from her shelves, I remained standing near the door, uncertain of my welcome. I was acutely aware that I was the enemy here, that my very presence was an act of potential treason against everything these wolves held sacred. “You too,” Mira said without looking at me. “By the fire. You look half-dead from cold.” I moved closer to the hearth, grateful for its warmth. The heat began to drive out the chill that had settled deep in my bones, though it did nothing for the exhaustion that pulled at every muscle. Mira worked in efficient silence, cleaning Darius’s wounds with practiced skill. The claw marks were deeper than I had initially thought, requiring careful stitching to close properly. Throughout the process, Darius remained stoically silent, though I could see the pain tightening the corners of his eyes. “The rogues were coordinated,” he said eventually, breaking the silence. “Someone trained them, gave them specific instructions.” Mira’s hands stilled on the bandages she was wrapping around his ribs. “You’re certain?” “They knew exactly where to find me, how to separate me from my patrol. It was an ambush, pure and simple.” I found myself speaking before I could think better of it. “The attack patterns were too sophisticated for random rogues. Someone with military training organized them.” Both Nightshade wolves turned to look at me, and I realized I had just revealed more about myself than was probably wise. But the tactical analysis had been automatic, ingrained by years of Luna training and pack defense meetings. “You know warfare,” Mira observed, her tone neutral but her eyes sharp. “I was Luna of a major pack,” I replied carefully. “Strategic knowledge comes with the territory.” “Former Luna,” she corrected pointedly. The words stung, but I forced myself not to react. “Yes. Former.” Darius watched this exchange with interest, his gray eyes moving between us like he was cataloging every nuance. “Tell me more about what you observed,” he said to me. I hesitated, knowing that sharing tactical insights about the rogue attack would be my first step toward actively betraying my former pack. But then I remembered Kael’s cold rejection, Maris’s triumphant smile, the shackles around my wrists. Bloodfang had already betrayed me. What did I owe them now? “The rogues moved in a classic pincer formation,” I said slowly. “They herded you toward the canyon mouth where the largest group waited. It’s a standard tactic for taking down a stronger opponent limit their mobility, then overwhelm with numbers.” Mira finished bandaging Darius’s wounds and stepped back, her expression thoughtful. “That level of coordination suggests a pack alpha’s involvement. Rogues don’t usually follow such complex strategies.” “My thoughts exactly,” Darius agreed. “The question is which pack would benefit from my death.” Several possibilities came to mind immediately, but I kept them to myself. I had already said too much, revealed too much about my knowledge of inter-pack politics. These wolves might have offered me temporary shelter, but they were still my enemies. “You should rest,” Mira said, addressing both of us. “Dawn isn’t far off, and decisions made in exhaustion are rarely wise.” She indicated a small alcove separated from the main room by a curtain. “There’s a bed there. You can share it or one of you can take the floor I don’t care which. Just don’t bleed on my linens.” The assumption that Darius and I would share sleeping space made heat rise in my cheeks, though I tried not to show my discomfort. We were practical strangers, enemies who had formed a temporary alliance born of necessity. But as I caught Darius’s eye across the firelit room, I felt that strange jolt of recognition again. Something that whispered of possibilities I didn’t dare examine too closely. “You take the bed,” he said quietly. “I’ve slept in worse places than a chair by the fire.” I nodded my thanks and retreated to the alcove, pulling the curtain closed behind me. The bed was simple but clean, with thick blankets that promised warmth and comfort I hadn’t known in weeks. As I settled under the covers, still wearing my torn and muddy dress, I could hear Mira and Darius speaking in low voices by the fire. Their words were too quiet to make out, but the tone was serious, urgent. Planning, perhaps, or debating what to do with their unexpected guest. My hand moved unconsciously to my wrist, where the bond mark lay dormant once again. The power that had freed me was still there, coiled beneath my skin like a sleeping serpent, but it felt different now. Less wild, more controlled. Waiting. Through the thin walls of the cabin, I could hear the storm beginning to abate. The thunder was more distant now, the rain gentler against the windows. By dawn, the weather would clear, and decisions would have to be made. What was I becoming? The question haunted me as sleep finally claimed me. The power, the visions, the strange connection I felt to things beyond my understanding none of it fit with the life I had known as Selene Bloodfang. But then, that life was over. The woman who had worn the Luna’s crown, who had endured humiliation and betrayal in silence, who had begged for scraps of affection from a mate who despised her she was gone. What emerged from this night would be something else entirely. As consciousness faded, I thought I heard the echo of that mysterious voice from my cell: Child of forgotten flame, your time has come. Perhaps it was right. Perhaps it was time to discover who I really was.

Dawn came with deceptive gentleness. Pale sunlight filtered through the cabin’s small windows, painting everything in soft gold despite the violence that had brought me here. I woke to the sound of voices outside several of them, all unfamiliar, all carrying the unmistakable edge of barely controlled hostility. Through the thin walls, I could make out fragments of heated conversation: ” complete madness, Alpha ” ” enemy in our territory ” ” should have killed her while she slept ” My stomach clenched. Word had spread about my presence, and the Nightshade wolves had come to collect their pound of flesh. I rose quietly, my bare feet silent on the wooden floor as I moved to peer through a gap in the curtain. The main room was empty, but I could see shapes moving outside through the windows. At least six wolves, possibly more, all in human form but radiating the controlled aggression of predators barely held in check. The front door opened, and Darius entered with Mira close behind. His wounds were properly bandaged now, and he moved with only slight stiffness, but his expression was grim. He caught sight of me through the curtain gap and nodded slightly. “They’re here for you,” he said simply. I pushed through the curtain, squaring my shoulders despite the fear crawling up my spine. “How many?” “Eight. My patrol leaders and senior warriors.” His gray eyes met mine steadily. “They want answers.” “And if they don’t like those answers?” Mira snorted from beside him. “Then you’ll learn why Nightshade wolves don’t take prisoners.” The blunt honesty was almost refreshing after months of Bloodfang’s veiled threats and passive aggression. At least here, my enemies were honest about wanting me dead. “What do you recommend?” I asked Darius, surprising myself with how calm my voice sounded. “Tell the truth. All of it. They’ll smell lies anyway, and deception will only make them more likely to tear your throat out.” Before I could respond, heavy footsteps approached the door. Someone knocked not the coded pattern from last night, but a sharp, impatient demand for entry. “Alpha,” a voice called. “We need to talk.” Darius moved to the door and opened it, revealing the source of my impending trial. Eight Nightshade wolves filed into the cabin, their eyes immediately finding me and fixing on my face with predatory intensity. They were all seasoned warriors, I could tell at a glance. Scars marked their visible skin, and they moved with the fluid coordination of wolves who had fought and bled together. Their leader a woman perhaps thirty summers old with short-cropped auburn hair and cold blue eyes stepped forward first. “Alpha,” she said, her voice carefully controlled. “Explain to me why there’s a Bloodfang Luna sitting by our fire instead of rotting in whatever grave she belongs in.” “Former Luna,” I corrected automatically, then immediately regretted speaking when all eight pairs of eyes fixed on me with renewed hostility. “It speaks,” another warrior muttered, his hand moving unconsciously toward his weapon. Darius raised his hand for silence. “Agatha, let me explain ” “Please do,” the auburn-haired woman Agatha replied coldly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like our Alpha has lost his mind.” The accusation hung in the air like a blade. I could see the other warriors shifting restlessly, their loyalty to Darius warring with their disgust at my presence. This was a powder keg waiting to explode, and I was the spark that could ignite it. “She saved my life,” Darius said simply. “So you’ve said.” Agatha’s tone suggested she found this explanation inadequate. “But that doesn’t explain why she’s here instead of buried in the forest where she belongs.” “Because,” I said, finding my voice despite the fear, “I have information about who sent those rogues after your Alpha.” The room went silent. Every warrior’s attention focused on me with laser intensity. “Speak,” Agatha commanded. I took a breath, knowing that what I said next would either buy me a temporary reprieve or seal my death warrant. “The attack wasn’t random. The rogues were too well-coordinated, too precisely positioned. Someone with military training organized them, someone with detailed knowledge of your patrol routes and Alpha Darius’s habits.” “You could be lying,” one of the warriors said. “Feeding us false information to buy yourself time.” “I could be,” I agreed. “But I’m not. The pincer formation they used, the timing, the location it all points to pack involvement. And there are only three packs with both the resources and motivation to orchestrate such an attack.” Agatha stepped closer, her blue eyes burning with barely contained violence. “Name them.” “Bloodfang,” I said without hesitation. “Ironmaw to the north. And Shadowmere beyond the eastern ridge.” “Your own former pack tops the list,” another warrior observed. “Convenient.” “Accurate,” I corrected. “Kael Alpha Bloodfang has been growing increasingly paranoid about Nightshade’s border expansions. An attack disguised as rogue activity would give him plausible deniability while removing a major threat to his territory claims.” The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but they were true. I had sat through enough strategy sessions to know how Kael’s mind worked, how he viewed every relationship through the lens of potential advantage. “She knows our enemy’s tactics,” Mira observed quietly. “That could be useful.” “Or dangerous,” Agatha snapped. “How do we know she’s not a spy, sent here to gather intelligence about our defenses?” I almost laughed at the irony. “Look at me,” I said, gesturing to my torn dress, my bare feet, the exhaustion that still clung to me like a shroud. “Do I look like someone on a planned reconnaissance mission?” “You look like someone who got caught and had to improvise,” the warrior replied coldly. They weren’t wrong to be suspicious. In their position, I would have killed me already rather than risk the potential security breach. But I was running out of cards to play. “There’s more,” I said desperately. “About the attack, about why your Alpha was targeted specifically.” Darius’s eyes sharpened. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, knowing that what I was about to reveal would cross a line I could never uncross. But with eight hostile wolves staring at me like I was their next meal, I had little choice. “Maris Bloodfang,” I said quietly. “Kael’s new mate. She’s been gathering intelligence about Nightshade leadership for months. She specifically asked about you, Alpha Darius. Your patrol patterns, your habits, your weaknesses.” The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. “And you know this how?” Agatha’s voice was deadly quiet. “Because she was my closest friend,” I admitted, the words cutting like glass. “She confided in me while she was seducing my mate and plotting my downfall. She told me she was fascinated by Nightshade’s military structure, particularly its leadership hierarchy.” The silence that followed was deafening. I could see the wheels turning in their minds, connecting dots, weighing the implications of what I’d just revealed. “You’re saying your own friend betrayed you to your mate, who then cast you out so he could mate with the spy who had been gathering intelligence about us?” Agatha’s tone was flat with disbelief. “Yes.” “And now you want us to believe you’ll betray them in return?” “I want you to believe the truth,” I said, meeting her stare without flinching. “That I was used by people I trusted, discarded when I was no longer useful, and condemned to die for crimes I didn’t commit. If that makes me unreliable in your eyes, so be it. But everything I’ve told you about the attack and the intelligence gathering is true.” Another long silence. Then one of the warriors a grizzled man with silver streaking his dark hair spoke up. “The timeline fits,” he said reluctantly. “Our patrol schedules were compromised three months ago. Someone leaked the information about Alpha Darius’s route through Thornfield Canyon.” “Marcus,” Agatha warned, clearly unhappy with this validation of my claims. “I’m not saying I trust her,” Marcus replied. “But the intelligence she’s provided matches what we’ve observed. Someone has been feeding our enemies information about our operations.” “So we accept that she’s telling the truth about the spy network,” Agatha said coldly. “That doesn’t mean we can trust her with our lives.” “No,” Darius said quietly, speaking for the first time since the interrogation began. “It doesn’t. But it does mean she has value beyond her knowledge of Bloodfang tactics.” I felt a chill at his phrasing. Value. Not trust, not even acceptance. I was a resource to be exploited, nothing more. “What do you propose, Alpha?” Agatha asked, though her tone suggested she already suspected the answer. “We take her back to the main compound,” Darius said. “She’ll be housed with the omega servants and put to work earning her keep. If she proves trustworthy over time, we’ll consider expanding her privileges.” The omega servants. The lowest ranking members of the pack, little better than slaves in many ways. It was a step above execution, but not by much. “And if she proves untrustworthy?” Marcus asked. Darius’s gray eyes fixed on mine, cold as winter stone. “Then we’ll deal with her accordingly.” The threat was clear. I was being granted a reprieve, not a pardon. My life hung by the thinnest of threads, dependent entirely on my ability to convince these wolves that I was more useful alive than dead. “Do you accept these terms?” Agatha asked, her hand resting casually on her weapon’s hilt. What choice did I have? Death now or the possibility of survival later it wasn’t much of a decision. “I accept,” I said. “Good.” Darius moved toward the door, clearly considering the matter settled. “Marcus, escort our guest to the compound. See that she’s given appropriate quarters and put to work immediately.” As the warriors began filing out of the cabin, Agatha lingered for a moment, her cold blue eyes boring into mine. “Understand this, Bloodfang,” she said quietly, her voice pitched too low for the others to hear. “I don’t care what information you provide or how useful you prove to be. In my eyes, you’ll always be the enemy. Cross me once even once and I’ll gut you myself.” She left without waiting for a response, following the others into the morning sunlight. I stood alone in the cabin for a moment, processing what had just happened. I had bought myself time, nothing more. Among the Nightshade wolves, I would be despised, distrusted, watched for any sign of treachery. But I was alive. And sometimes, survival was victory enough. Mira appeared in the doorway, her expression unreadable. “Come,” she said. “Let’s get you to your new home.” As we stepped outside, I caught my last glimpse of the safe house that had sheltered me through the night. It had been a brief respite from the storm, a moment of warmth between betrayals. Now it was time to face whatever waited for me in the heart of enemy territory. But as we walked toward the horses that would carry me to my new life as the lowest-ranking member of the Nightshade pack, I felt the power stirring beneath my skin once more. Quiet, patient, but undeniably present. Let them think me broken. Let them believe I was just another defeated exile seeking shelter from the storm. They had no idea what they had truly brought into their midst.

The Nightshade compound sprawled across a valley floor like a sleeping giant, all dark stone and sharp angles that seemed to claw at the sky. Unlike Bloodfang’s grand halls with their soaring arches and decorative flourishes, this place was built for war functional, intimidating, designed to withstand siege and assault. As our small party crested the ridge overlooking the compound, I felt the weight of dozens of eyes upon me. Word had already spread about the Bloodfang exile in their midst, and wolves emerged from buildings and training grounds to catch a glimpse of their enemy’s former Luna. The hatred was palpable, rolling off them in waves that made my skin crawl. I kept my chin high despite their stares, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cower. Marcus rode beside me, his weathered face impassive as he guided his horse down the winding path. “You’ll be housed in the servants’ barracks,” he said without preamble. “East wing, bottom floor. The other omegas will show you the work rotations.” Other omegas. The words stung more than they should have. Six months ago, I had commanded the respect of an entire pack. Now I would be scrubbing floors alongside the lowest-ranking wolves in enemy territory. “What kind of work?” I asked, proud that my voice remained steady. “Whatever needs doing. Kitchen duty, cleaning, laundry, tending the wounded.” His gray eyes flicked to mine. “Nothing that requires trust or access to sensitive areas.” Of course not. I was a potential spy, after all, even if my information about the rogue attack had bought me a temporary reprieve from execution. As we approached the main gates, I caught sight of Darius emerging from what looked like a training ground. His wounds from the night before were clearly still bothering him, but he moved with the controlled grace of a seasoned Alpha. Several younger wolves flanked him, hanging on his every word as he issued instructions. Our eyes met across the courtyard, and for a moment, I felt that strange jolt of connection again. Not the mate bond I had shared with Kael this was something else, something that whispered of possibilities I didn’t dare examine. Then he turned away, dismissing me as thoroughly as if I had never existed. The servants’ barracks were exactly what I had expected cramped, functional, designed for utility rather than comfort. The east wing housed the omega wolves, those too weak or unfortunate to claim higher ranks within the pack hierarchy. Their quarters consisted of small rooms barely large enough for a bed and a chest, with communal washing and eating areas. Marcus led me to an empty room at the end of the hall. “You’ll share with whoever needs space,” he said, dropping a bundle of rough work clothes on the narrow bed. “Meals are at dawn, midday, and dusk. Miss them and you don’t eat.” A woman appeared in the doorway as Marcus prepared to leave middle-aged, with graying brown hair and kind eyes that held deep weariness. She wore the same rough work clothes Marcus had given me, her hands marked with the calluses of hard labor. “I’m Elena,” she said quietly. “I run the kitchen rotations.” Marcus nodded to her. “Show her the routine. Make sure she understands her place.” With that, he left, his heavy footsteps echoing down the stone corridor. Elena stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. For a moment, we studied each other in silence former Luna and omega servant, enemy and reluctant ally. “You’re younger than I expected,” Elena said finally. “And you’re kinder than I deserve.” She smiled sadly. “We’ve all fallen from somewhere, child. The only difference is how far we had to drop.” There was a story there, I could tell, but I didn’t press. In this place, everyone carried their own burdens. “The others will be difficult,” Elena continued, settling onto the room’s single chair. “Many lost family to Bloodfang raids over the years. Your presence… it opens old wounds.” “I understand.” “Do you?” Her eyes sharpened slightly. “Because understanding and surviving are two different things. The alphas may have granted you sanctuary, but down here, you’re just another mouth to feed. And if you can’t pull your weight…” She didn’t need to finish the threat. Resources were always scarce among the servants, and someone who couldn’t contribute would quickly become a liability no one could afford. “I can work,” I said firmly. “Whatever needs doing.” Elena nodded approvingly. “Good. We’ll start you in the kitchens tomorrow dawn shift. Tonight, you rest and try not to provoke anyone.” She rose to leave, then paused at the doorway. “A word of advice? Keep your head down and your mouth shut for the first few weeks. Let them get used to seeing you before you start trying to prove yourself.” Sound advice, though it grated against every instinct I possessed. I had spent months in Bloodfang swallowing my pride, accepting humiliation in silence. The thought of doing it again here, among enemies who had even more reason to despise me, was almost unbearable. But survival required sacrifice. And I intended to survive. Elena left me alone with my thoughts and the bundle of rough clothes. The garments were simple wool pants, cotton shirts, sturdy boots that had clearly belonged to someone else before me. The fabric was coarse against my skin, a far cry from the silks and velvets I had worn as Luna. I changed quickly, folding my torn dress and placing it in the small chest. It was ruined beyond repair, but somehow I couldn’t bear to discard it entirely. It was the last remnant of my former life, evidence that I had once been more than just another servant. A knock at the door interrupted my brooding. I opened it to find a young woman perhaps twenty summers old, with dark hair braided back and suspicious brown eyes. “You’re the Bloodfang spy,” she said without preamble. “Former Luna,” I corrected automatically, then winced at how pompous it sounded. The woman snorted. “Right. I’m Lyra. I run messages and do odd jobs around the compound.” Another omega, then, though she carried herself with more confidence than her station typically allowed. “Elena sent me to show you the washing facilities,” Lyra continued. “Though I’d rather dump you in the river myself.” Her hostility was expected, but still stung. “I’m not a spy,” I said quietly. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you’re still Bloodfang scum who killed my brother in your raids two summers past.” The words hit like a physical blow. I had heard reports of border skirmishes, of casualties on both sides, but they had always been numbers in reports, abstract concepts rather than real people with families and loved ones. “I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it. “Keep your sorrows,” Lyra spat. “They won’t bring him back.” She turned and stalked away, leaving me to follow or remain lost in the maze of corridors. I hurried after her, my new boots echoing on the stone floors. The washing facilities were communal a large room with multiple basins, heated by a central fire that kept the water from freezing in winter. Several other servants were using the space, their conversations dying as soon as they spotted me. “There,” Lyra pointed to an empty basin in the corner. “Stay away from the others until they decide whether you’re worth tolerating.” More sound advice delivered with venom. I nodded my thanks and moved to the indicated basin, acutely aware of the stares following my every movement. As I washed the dirt and exhaustion from my skin, I listened to the conversations around me. Gossip, mostly whose turn it was for the worst duty shifts, which of the higher-ranking wolves had been particularly demanding lately, speculation about upcoming raids or territorial disputes. But underneath it all, I heard the deeper currents of pack life. These wolves cared for each other despite their low status, forming bonds of loyalty and mutual protection that reminded me painfully of what I had lost. ” heard she glows like moonfire when she’s angry ” someone whispered behind me. I froze, my hands stilling in the warm water. How could they possibly know about the power that had freed me from my cell? ” complete nonsense, obviously. Bloodfang desperation, making up stories about their precious Luna ” ” Marcus saw it himself during the interrogation. Said her eyes lit up silver when Agatha pressed too hard ” Had my power manifested during the morning’s questioning? I thought I had kept it contained, buried beneath layers of exhaustion and fear. But perhaps something had leaked through despite my efforts. ” dangerous, if true. Power like that could tear apart pack bonds ” ” or forge new ones. Depends who’s wielding it ” The conversations shifted as someone new entered the washing room, and I was left with fragments of speculation and half-formed fears. If the servants were already talking about supernatural abilities, how long before word reached the pack leadership? And what would Darius do if he learned I carried power that could potentially threaten his authority? I finished washing quickly and returned to my quarters, my mind spinning with new worries. The small room felt like a cell again, though at least this one lacked iron bars. Through the narrow window, I could see the compound’s training grounds, where wolves in human and shifted forms practiced combat maneuvers. Their movements were fluid, deadly, speaking of years of discipline and battlefield experience. Among them, I caught glimpses of Darius directing exercises, his commands sharp and precise. Even wounded, he commanded absolute attention from his warriors. They followed his orders without question, their loyalty evident in every gesture. What would it be like to earn such devotion through strength rather than politics? To lead wolves who chose to follow rather than those compelled by duty or circumstance? The thought was dangerous, and I pushed it aside. I was a servant now, nothing more. My days of leadership were over, buried beneath accusations of treason and the wreckage of my mate bond. But as darkness fell over the compound and the sounds of training faded to evening quiet, I felt the power stirring beneath my skin once more. It pulsed gently, like a second heartbeat, reminding me that whatever I had been was not necessarily what I would become. Tomorrow would bring kitchen duty, suspicious stares, and the grinding routine of servant life. But tonight, in the privacy of my small room, I allowed myself to remember what it felt like to be more than just another broken wolf seeking shelter. The bond mark on my wrist remained dark, but I could feel something building behind it. Something patient and powerful and utterly unlike the mate connection I had shared with Kael. Perhaps Elena was right. Perhaps we had all fallen from somewhere. The question was whether I would stay down, or find a way to rise again.

Dawn came too early, announced by the clanging of a bell that echoed through the servants’ quarters like a death knell. Around me, other omegas stirred reluctantly from their beds, grumbling about the cold and the early hour as they pulled on their work clothes. I had barely slept, my mind churning with fragments of overheard conversations and the weight of hostile stares. But I forced myself upright, my muscles protesting after the previous night’s ordeal. There would be no sympathy here for exhaustion or soreness only the relentless demands of survival. Elena appeared in my doorway as I finished dressing, her face etched with the weariness that seemed to define life among the servants. “Kitchen duty,” she said simply. “You’ll be working the breakfast preparation. Try not to poison anyone on your first day.” The kitchens were a hive of controlled chaos, filled with the sounds of chopping, stirring, and the constant sizzle of food over open flames. The space was larger than I had expected, designed to feed hundreds of wolves at regular intervals. Steam rose from massive pots, carrying the scents of porridge, roasted meat, and fresh bread. “You.” A sharp voice cut through the noise. A woman perhaps forty summers old with iron-gray hair and cold brown eyes pointed at me with a wooden spoon. “Bloodfang. I’m Vera, and I run these kitchens. You’ll follow my orders without question, work twice as hard as anyone else, and keep your mouth shut unless spoken to directly.” I nodded, recognizing authority when I heard it. Vera might be an omega, but in her domain, she ruled with iron discipline. “Good. Take that bucket and start scrubbing the preparation tables. When you’re done, there’s a mountain of vegetables that need chopping.” The bucket was filled with soapy water that reeked of lye and harsh chemicals. I hauled it to the nearest table and began scrubbing, my hands quickly growing raw from the caustic solution. Around me, other servants worked with practiced efficiency, their movements economical and precise. But I could feel their eyes on me quick, furtive glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. Whispers followed in my wake, conversations that died the moment I drew near. ” killed her own mate to escape ” ” probably poisoned half of Bloodfang before they caught her ” ” heard she can curse wolves just by looking at them ” The rumors were growing more elaborate by the hour, each retelling adding new layers of supernatural menace to my supposed abilities. If I had actually possessed a fraction of the power they attributed to me, I never would have ended up scrubbing tables in an enemy kitchen. “Faster,” Vera snapped, appearing beside me with silent footsteps. “At this rate, we’ll be serving breakfast at midnight.” I increased my pace, ignoring the burn in my shoulders and the protest from my raw hands. The table was larger than it had appeared, its surface scarred by years of heavy use. But gradually, under my determined scrubbing, it began to shine. When the tables were finally clean, Vera directed me to a pile of vegetables that did indeed resemble a small mountain. Turnips, carrots, onions, potatoes enough to feed an army, which I supposed was exactly the point. “Uniform cuts,” she instructed curtly. “Nothing larger than a thumb joint. And mind your fingers we don’t have time to fish your blood out of the stew.” I selected a knife from the rack, testing its weight and balance. It was well-maintained despite its age, the blade honed to razor sharpness. As I began working my way through the pile, muscle memory took over. I had learned basic cooking skills as part of my Luna training, though I’d never expected to use them in quite this context. The rhythm of chopping was oddly soothing slice, scrape, slice, scrape. My hands found their tempo, moving faster as confidence returned. Around me, the kitchen sounds began to fade into background noise. “Well, well.” A new voice, dripping with mockery. “Look what we have here.” I glanced up to see Lyra approaching, her dark eyes bright with malicious amusement. She carried a basket of eggs, but her attention was entirely focused on me. “The mighty Luna, reduced to kitchen drudgery,” she continued, setting her basket down with deliberate care. “How the moon goddess must be laughing.” Several other servants had stopped their work to watch this confrontation, their faces eager with anticipation. I could feel the tension building this was a test, and how I responded would determine my standing among them. “We all have our roles to play,” I said calmly, never stopping my chopping. “Some more willingly than others.” Lyra picked up an egg, tossing it casually from hand to hand. “Tell me, traitor do you miss your silk gowns and silver platters?” The egg sailed through the air, striking the table beside me with a wet splat. Yolk and shell scattered across my freshly cut vegetables, ruining nearly an hour’s work. The kitchen fell silent except for the bubble of cooking pots. Every eye was on me, waiting to see how I would react to this blatant provocation. I set down my knife carefully and looked at Lyra. She stood with her chin raised defiantly, clearly expecting me to either cower or lash out. Either response would confirm her assessment of my character. Instead, I reached for a towel and began cleaning up the mess. “Accidents happen,” I said quietly. Lyra’s eyes narrowed. “That was no accident.” “Then it was wasteful,” I replied, scooping egg-covered vegetables into a bowl. “Food is precious, especially during winter preparations. Destroying it to make a point seems… counterproductive.” “Counterproductive?” Lyra stepped closer, her voice rising. “You want to talk about counterproductive? Your pack has been raiding our supply lines for years. My brother died protecting a grain convoy from your warriors.” The pain in her voice was real, cutting through the anger and bravado to reveal the grief beneath. I stopped cleaning and met her eyes directly. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I said simply. “No words can bring him back or undo the harm that’s been done. But destroying food won’t honor his memory or feed the wolves depending on us.” For a moment, something flickered in Lyra’s expression surprise, perhaps, or confusion. She had clearly expected a different response. “You think pretty words will make me forget what your people did?” “No. I think work will keep us both too busy to dwell on things that can’t be changed.” I turned back to the vegetables, selecting fresh ones to replace what had been ruined. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tensions. Then Vera’s voice cut through the stillness like a whip crack. “Entertainment’s over. Back to work, all of you. Those meals won’t prepare themselves.” The other servants scattered, returning to their tasks with obvious reluctance. Lyra lingered for a moment longer, her dark eyes searching my face as if looking for some hidden deception. “This isn’t finished,” she said finally. “I know.” She walked away, but I could feel her watching me for the rest of the morning. Other servants did the same, their curiosity piqued by my refusal to rise to Lyra’s bait. The breakfast shift stretched on endlessly. Vegetables gave way to meat preparation, then bread kneading, then the frantic rush of getting hundreds of meals plated and served on time. My hands grew numb from the cold water and harsh soap, my back ached from bending over preparation tables, and my feet throbbed in the ill-fitting boots. But I endured. More than that I learned. I watched how the kitchen operated, who held real authority, where the weak points were in their organization. Information that might prove valuable later, if I survived long enough to use it. When the breakfast rush finally ended, I found myself assigned to the washing detail endless stacks of plates, bowls, and cooking implements that needed to be scrubbed clean before the midday meal preparation began. It was while I was elbow-deep in soapy water that I heard the commotion outside. Shouts, running footsteps, the distinctive sound of warriors preparing for battle. “What’s happening?” I asked the servant working beside me. “Border patrol came back early,” she replied, not looking up from her scrubbing. “Usually means trouble.” Through the kitchen’s small windows, I could see wolves rushing across the compound courtyard. Some carried weapons, others bore the telltale signs of recent combat torn clothing, bloodstains, the rigid posture of warriors reporting bad news. My stomach clenched. If there had been fighting near the borders, it could mean Bloodfang forces were involved. And if Kael was launching attacks against Nightshade territory… “Back to work,” Vera snapped, appearing beside us with her usual perfect timing. “Whatever’s happening out there doesn’t concern kitchen staff.” But I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she organized the next round of preparations. It concerned everyone when warriors came back bleeding. The rest of the morning passed in tense quiet, broken only by occasional shouts from the compound as messengers ran between buildings. I focused on my washing, but my mind was racing with possibilities. Had my escape triggered some larger conflict? Was my former pack using my supposed treason as justification for escalating their aggression against Nightshade? The thought that my personal catastrophe might spark a broader war made me sick. It was nearly noon when Elena found me in the washing area, her usually kind face tight with anxiety. “You need to come with me,” she said quietly. My blood turned cold. “Why?” “Alpha’s orders. He wants to see you.” The other servants stopped working, their eyes wide with speculation and barely concealed excitement. Being summoned by the Alpha was rarely good news for someone in my position. “Now?” I asked, looking down at my soaked work clothes and disheveled appearance. “Now.” I dried my hands as best I could and followed Elena from the kitchens, acutely aware of the stares and whispers trailing behind us. Whatever Darius wanted to discuss, it was serious enough to interrupt my work rotation. As we crossed the compound courtyard, I could see the aftermath of whatever had brought the patrol back early. Wounded warriors sat against building walls while healers tended their injuries. The acrid smell of blood and fear hung in the air like smoke. “Elena,” I said quietly as we climbed the steps to the main hall. “What happened out there?” She was quiet for so long I thought she might not answer. Then, just before we reached the heavy wooden doors, she spoke. “Three patrols were ambushed at dawn. Coordinated attacks, perfectly timed.” Her eyes met mine, filled with suspicion and fear. “Someone fed our enemies information about their routes and schedules.” My heart sank. The same intelligence that Maris had been gathering for months, the same tactical information I had warned them about during my interrogation. Someone was using my former friend’s spy network to kill Nightshade wolves. And I was about to face the consequences.

The main hall of the Nightshade compound was built for intimidation. Massive stone pillars supported a vaulted ceiling that disappeared into shadows, while weapon displays lined the walls like silent sentries. At the far end, raised on a dais of black marble, stood the Alpha’s chair not quite a throne, but close enough to make the point. Darius sat in that chair now, his gray eyes cold as winter stone. Around him, his senior warriors formed a semicircle of barely contained hostility. I recognized Agatha immediately, her auburn hair catching the torchlight as she fixed me with a stare that promised violence. Marcus stood to one side, his weathered face grim as he held a collection of papers that I somehow knew spelled my doom. Other faces I didn’t recognize watched me with the predatory stillness of wolves deciding whether I was prey or threat. Elena guided me to the center of the hall and then stepped back, leaving me alone under the weight of their collective scrutiny. The sound of my boots on stone echoed in the silence like hammer blows on an anvil. “Selene of Bloodfang,” Darius said, his voice carrying easily through the vast space. “You stand accused of treason against the Nightshade pack.” The words hit me like physical blows, even though some part of me had been expecting them. “I’ve committed no treason against Nightshade,” I said, proud that my voice remained steady. “Haven’t you?” Agatha stepped forward, her hand resting casually on her weapon’s hilt. “Three patrols were ambushed this morning using intelligence that only a select few possessed. Routes, schedules, weak points in our defenses all of it perfectly coordinated to maximize casualties.” “And you believe I provided that information?” “Who else?” Marcus spoke for the first time, holding up the papers in his hand. “The attack patterns match exactly with the intelligence you claim your friend Maris gathered. Convenient that such specific information would be used against us so soon after your arrival.” I felt the trap closing around me, its jaws lined with teeth of circumstantial evidence and justified suspicion. They had accepted my warnings about the spy network, but now that network had been activated against them, and I was the obvious scapegoat. “I told you about Maris’s intelligence gathering to warn you,” I said desperately. “Why would I expose their methods and then immediately use them against you?” “Because,” a new voice said from the shadows beside the dais, “deception requires layers. The most effective spies always provide some truth to hide their lies.” A figure stepped into the torchlight a woman perhaps fifty summers old, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes like chips of obsidian. She wore the simple robes of a healer, but something about her presence made every wolf in the hall unconsciously step back. “Moira,” Darius acknowledged with a slight nod. “What have you learned from the survivors?” The healer’s gaze never left my face as she spoke. “The attacks were precisely timed, Alpha. Not just the routes and schedules, but the specific patrol members. The ambushers knew which wolves would be carrying messages, which ones were the best trackers, which ones would try to fight versus flee.” My blood turned to ice. That level of detail went far beyond what Maris could have gathered through casual questioning. Someone with intimate knowledge of Nightshade operations was feeding information to their enemies. “Someone inside our pack is working with Bloodfang,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. The silence that followed was deafening. “Interesting,” Moira said softly. “The accused spy claims there’s another spy. How… convenient.” “It’s not convenient, it’s logical,” I pressed on, knowing I was digging my own grave but unable to stop. “The intelligence used in today’s attacks is too detailed, too current for Maris to have gathered it months ago. Someone is actively feeding information to your enemies.” Agatha laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “So now you want us to believe that you’re innocent and someone else is guilty? How very predictable.” “I want you to believe the truth,” I said, meeting her hostile stare without flinching. “I have no loyalty to Bloodfang. They branded me a traitor and sentenced me to death. Why would I risk my life to help them?” “Because,” Darius said quietly, speaking for the first time since the formal accusation, “they could have promised to reinstate you if you succeeded in destroying us from within.” The suggestion was so reasonable, so perfectly logical, that I had no immediate answer. Of course that’s what they would think. Of course they would see my arrival and the subsequent attacks as part of an elaborate deception. “Search me,” I said finally. “Search my quarters, my belongings, everything. If I’m communicating with Bloodfang, there will be evidence.” Marcus nodded to several warriors, who immediately left the hall. Within minutes, they would be tearing apart my small room, looking for any sign of treachery. But I knew they would find nothing, because there was nothing to find. The real spy was someone else entirely someone with access to current patrol schedules and intimate knowledge of pack operations. “While we wait for the search results,” Moira said, circling me like a predator studying wounded prey, “perhaps you could explain the power our servants report seeing in you?” My heart nearly stopped. “What power?” “Don’t dissemble, child. Half the kitchen staff swears you glow with silver light when agitated. The washing room gossips claim your eyes flash like starfire when someone mentions your past.” Her obsidian gaze bored into mine. “What exactly are you?” The question hung in the air like a blade poised to fall. Around the hall, warriors shifted restlessly, their hands moving unconsciously toward weapons. Whatever they suspected I might be, it clearly made them nervous. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Strange things have been happening since the night I escaped Bloodfang. Visions, dreams, sensations I can’t explain. But I have no control over any of it.” “Convenient again,” Agatha muttered. But Darius raised his hand for silence, his gray eyes studying me with renewed intensity. “What kind of visions?” I hesitated, knowing that my answer could determine whether I lived or died in the next few minutes. But lies would only make things worse these wolves could smell deception as easily as fear. “I see a woman with silver hair standing beneath a blood-red moon,” I said quietly. “Wolves with eyes like starfire howling in harmony. A voice speaks in a language I don’t recognize, calling me ‘child of forgotten flame.’” Moira went very still, her face draining of color. “What did you say?” “Child of forgotten flame. That’s what the voice calls me.” The healer exchanged a meaningful look with Darius, some silent communication passing between them that left me feeling even more isolated and vulnerable. “Continue,” Darius commanded. “There’s more. In my cell the night I escaped, my bond mark began glowing. Not the mate connection to Kael that was already broken but something else. Something that shattered my shackles and let me walk through iron bars as if they weren’t there.” “Impossible,” Marcus breathed. “Yet here I stand,” I replied simply. The warriors who had gone to search my quarters returned, their faces grim. “Nothing, Alpha,” their leader reported. “No hidden messages, no communication devices, no evidence of contact with outside forces.” I felt a surge of relief, followed immediately by fresh dread. If they couldn’t prove I was a spy, they might simply decide I was too dangerous to keep alive regardless. “So either she’s telling the truth,” Agatha said slowly, “or she’s so skilled at deception that she’s hidden all evidence of her treachery.” “There’s a third possibility,” Moira said quietly. All eyes turned to the healer. “She could be exactly what she claims a wolf with awakening power who genuinely wants to help us. The question is whether that power comes from darkness or light.” “And how do we determine that?” Darius asked. Moira smiled, but there was no warmth in the expression. “We test her.” The words sent ice through my veins. I had heard enough stories about Nightshade’s methods to know that their idea of “testing” could be fatal even to the innocent. “What kind of test?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer. “You claim your power manifests during times of stress or danger,” Moira replied. “We’ll provide both in controlled circumstances. If your abilities are truly beyond your control, they’ll surface. If you’re a fraud…” She shrugged elegantly. “Well, frauds tend to break under pressure.” I looked around the hall, seeing my fate reflected in hostile faces and cold eyes. There would be no mercy here, no benefit of doubt. I was already condemned the test would simply determine the manner of my execution. “And if I refuse?” I asked. “Then we’ll assume you’re guilty and act accordingly,” Agatha said with obvious satisfaction. No choice at all, then. Submit to their test and hope my mysterious power could save me, or refuse and die immediately. “Very well,” I said, lifting my chin with what dignity remained to me. “I accept your test.” Darius nodded slowly, though something in his expression suggested he took no pleasure in what was about to happen. “Tomorrow at dawn,” he announced. “In the training grounds, before the full pack. Let all see what manner of creature we’ve harbored in our midst.” As the assembly began to disperse, I caught one last glimpse of his gray eyes. For just a moment, I thought I saw something other than cold judgment regret, perhaps, or even sympathy. But then he turned away, and I was left alone with the guards who would escort me back to my quarters to await whatever trial awaited with the sunrise. The real spy was still out there, still feeding intelligence to Nightshade’s enemies. But tomorrow, I might be too dead to prove it.

Dawn came with the sound of drums a slow, steady rhythm that echoed across the compound like a funeral march. From my small window, I could see wolves gathering in the training grounds, their faces grim with anticipation. Word of my trial had spread quickly through the pack, and it seemed everyone wanted to witness the testing of the Bloodfang spy. I had not slept. How could I, knowing that sunrise might bring my death? Instead, I had spent the night pacing my small room, trying to understand the power that supposedly lay dormant within me. The bond mark on my wrist remained stubbornly dark, showing no sign of the supernatural abilities that had freed me from my cell. What if the power was gone? What if it had been a one-time manifestation brought on by extreme stress, never to return? I would face whatever trial Moira had devised with nothing but my own failing strength. Elena appeared at my door as the drums reached their crescendo, her kind face etched with worry. “It’s time,” she said simply. I nodded, following her through corridors that seemed more crowded than usual. Servants pressed against the walls to let us pass, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear. Some whispered prayers to the Moon Goddess, though whether for my salvation or destruction, I couldn’t tell. The training grounds had been transformed overnight. A circle of packed earth perhaps fifty feet across had been cleared in the center, surrounded by tiered seating that held hundreds of Nightshade wolves. The air thrummed with tension and barely contained excitement. Darius sat in the place of honor, his gray eyes unreadable as they tracked my approach. Beside him, Moira arranged various items on a small table herbs, crystals, things I didn’t recognize but that made my skin crawl with instinctive unease. Agatha stood at the circle’s edge, her hand resting on her sword hilt. When she saw me, her lips curved in a predatory smile that promised pain. “Welcome, Selene of Bloodfang,” Moira called, her voice carrying easily across the grounds. “Are you prepared to prove your innocence before the pack?” I stepped into the circle, feeling the weight of hundreds of stares like physical pressure against my skin. “I’m prepared.” “Then let us begin.” Moira lifted a small vial filled with dark liquid. “First, we test your honesty.” She approached me with deliberate steps, the vial glinting in the morning light. “This is nightshade extract, concentrated and purified. Harmless to those who speak truth, but lethal to liars. If you truly wish to prove your innocence, you’ll drink willingly.” I stared at the vial, my mouth going dry. Nightshade extract was indeed used in some truth rituals, but the concentration required to ensure accuracy was often fatal regardless of the subject’s honesty. This wasn’t a test it was execution disguised as justice. “And if I refuse?” I asked. “Then you confirm your guilt and die anyway.” Agatha’s voice rang with satisfaction. “At least this way offers the possibility of survival.” The crowd murmured its approval. To them, this was perfect justice death for the guilty, vindication for the innocent. They didn’t care that the odds were stacked impossibly against me. I took the vial from Moira’s hands, noting how she stepped back immediately after the transfer. Even she didn’t want to be too close when the poison took effect. “Before I drink,” I said, raising my voice so all could hear, “I swear by the Moon Goddess herself that I have not betrayed the Nightshade pack. I have sent no messages to my enemies, provided no intelligence to those who would harm you, and taken no action against your interests.” The words rang with sincerity, but I knew they wouldn’t matter if the poison killed me regardless. Still, I had to try. I lifted the vial to my lips and drank deeply. The extract burned like liquid fire, searing my throat and stomach as it coursed through my system. I gasped, dropping the empty vial as pain raced through my veins like molten metal. The crowd watched in absolute silence as I staggered, clutching my chest as my heart began to race. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my vision blurred at the edges. But I didn’t fall. Seconds stretched into minutes as the poison fought against something deeper within me. I could feel it trying to find purchase, to stop my heart and still my lungs, but it met resistance at every turn. The bond mark on my wrist began to glow. Gasps rippled through the crowd as silver light pulsed beneath my skin, growing brighter with each heartbeat. The poison’s fire was being consumed by something infinitely more powerful, transformed into fuel for abilities I barely understood. “Impossible,” Moira breathed, her face pale with shock. The glow spread from my wrist up my arm, silver radiance that made the morning sun seem dim by comparison. Power coursed through me like lightning, wild and untamed but somehow responsive to my will. I straightened, meeting Darius’s shocked stare across the circle. “First test completed,” I said, my voice carrying harmonics that made the very air tremble. “What’s next?” Moira recovered her composure with visible effort, though her hands shook as she reached for another item on her table. “Physical trial,” she announced. “Combat against our finest warrior. If your power is truly defensive in nature, it should protect you.” She gestured, and Agatha stepped into the circle, drawing her sword with practiced ease. The blade gleamed silver in the morning light, its edge honed to razor sharpness. “No weapons for the accused,” Moira declared. “Let her supernatural abilities serve as both shield and sword.” Agatha smiled coldly, settling into a combat stance. “This is for my warriors who died because of your intelligence leaks, Bloodfang.” She attacked without further warning, her blade whistling through the air toward my neck. Instinct took over, and I dove sideways, rolling across the packed earth as the sword carved through the space where my head had been. But Agatha was fast, spinning to follow my movement with a vicious backhand cut. This time I couldn’t dodge completely the blade opened a line of fire across my shoulder, sending blood spattering across the ground. The pain triggered something deeper than conscious thought. Power exploded outward from my core, silver fire that made Agatha stumble backward with a curse. “Fight back!” she snarled, pressing her attack with renewed fury. “Show us what you really are!” Blade after blade came for me, each strike faster and more precise than the last. I dodged what I could, but Agatha was a master warrior with decades of experience. Cuts opened across my arms and legs, painting my borrowed clothes crimson. But with each wound, the power grew stronger. Silver light began to coalesce around my hands, taking shape like weapons forged from moonfire itself. When Agatha’s next strike came, I caught her blade between my palms, the supernatural energy absorbing the blow’s impact. Her eyes went wide with shock. “What are you?” I didn’t know how to answer that question, so instead I pushed back, sending her stumbling across the circle. The power was singing in my veins now, demanding release, hungry for purpose. Agatha recovered quickly, launching herself at me in a desperate final assault. But this time, I was ready. Silver fire erupted from my hands, not to harm but to contain. Light wrapped around Agatha like gentle chains, lifting her off the ground and holding her suspended in the air. She struggled against the bonds, but they held firm. “Enough,” I said, my voice echoing strangely in the sudden silence. I lowered her gently to the earth and released the power’s hold, stepping back as the silver radiance faded from my skin. Agatha stared at me with something approaching awe, her sword forgotten in the dust. Around the circle, hundreds of Nightshade wolves watched in stunned silence. “The trials are complete,” I announced, turning to face Darius. “I have proven my honesty and defended myself without causing permanent harm. What is your judgment?” But before Darius could respond, shouts erupted from the compound’s perimeter. Guards came running toward the training grounds, their faces tight with alarm. “Alpha!” one of them called. “Border attack! Three more patrols hit simultaneously they’re using yesterday’s intelligence to predict our response patterns!” My blood ran cold. While the pack had been distracted by my trial, their real enemy had struck again. Darius rose from his chair, his expression grim. “How many casualties?” “Twelve dead, twice that wounded. But Alpha…” The guard’s voice dropped to a whisper that somehow carried across the silent grounds. “We caught one of the attackers. Under interrogation, he revealed their source.” Every eye in the training ground fixed on the messenger. “Who?” Darius demanded. The guard’s gaze found me across the crowd. “He says intelligence comes from someone called ‘The Shadow’ a Nightshade wolf who’s been feeding information to Bloodfang for months.” The accusation hung in the air like a blade. But this time, it wasn’t directed at me. “A Nightshade wolf,” I repeated, my voice cutting through the stunned silence. “Someone with access to current patrol schedules and tactical information. Someone who could walk freely through your compound without suspicion.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “Bring me the prisoner. Now.” As guards rushed to comply, I felt the power settling back beneath my skin, quiet but ready. The trials had proven my innocence, but they had also revealed something far more dangerous. There was a traitor among the Nightshade pack and they had been operating in plain sight while I was accused of their crimes.

The prisoner was dragged into the training grounds in chains, his face a mass of bruises and dried blood. He was young, perhaps twenty-five summers, with the lean build of a scout or messenger. But his eyes held the desperate cunning of someone who knew his life hung by a thread. Darius descended from his seat, approaching the captive with predatory grace. The crowd remained silent, every wolf straining to hear what would be revealed. “You claim to have intelligence about a spy in my pack,” Darius said, his voice carrying deadly quiet across the grounds. The prisoner nodded frantically. “Y-yes, Alpha. The Shadow, they call themselves. Been feeding information to Bloodfang for months patrol routes, defensive positions, everything.” “Lies,” Agatha snarled from beside me. “This could be another deception, designed to make us turn on each other.” But something in the prisoner’s desperate sincerity rang true. I could see it in Darius’s expression, the way his shoulders tensed with the weight of betrayal. “Describe this Shadow,” he commanded. “Never saw their face directly,” the prisoner gasped. “Always met in darkness, voice disguised. But…” He hesitated, glancing around at the hostile faces surrounding him. “Speak,” Darius ordered. “They knew things only pack leadership would know. Meeting times, private conversations, decisions made in closed council sessions.” The prisoner’s voice dropped to a whisper. “They knew about the Bloodfang Luna coming to your territory before your own warriors did.” Ice flooded my veins. Someone had known about my arrival and chosen not to warn the pack leadership. Someone who had allowed me to be accused of crimes they themselves were committing. Moira stepped forward, her obsidian eyes glittering with interest. “When did you last receive information from this Shadow?” “Two nights ago. Right after the Luna’s trial was announced. They provided the patrol schedules used in this morning’s attacks.” The timing was perfect too perfect. While everyone had been focused on my supposed treachery, the real spy had been gathering fresh intelligence for another coordinated strike. “This could still be an elaborate deception,” Marcus said, though uncertainty colored his voice. “How do we verify his claims?” I found myself speaking before conscious thought could intervene. “Ask him about the intelligence network. If he’s truly working with someone inside Nightshade, he’ll know details about how information flows through your pack.” Darius nodded slowly. “What can you tell us about our communication systems?” The prisoner’s face lit with desperate hope. “The Shadow told us everything! How messages are passed through the kitchen staff for speed, how patrol leaders report directly to the Alpha through runners, how the healers keep records of all injuries and treatments…” He continued for several minutes, detailing organizational structures that would take months for an outsider to map but would be obvious to anyone with pack access. With each revelation, the faces around me grew darker. “He’s telling the truth,” I said quietly. “No Bloodfang prisoner could know those details unless someone inside your pack was feeding them information.” “But who?” Agatha demanded. “Everyone here has sworn loyalty oaths. We’ve bled together, fought together ” “Loyalty can be bought,” Moira interrupted grimly. “Or coerced. Fear and greed are powerful motivators.” Darius turned to address the crowd, his voice carrying to every corner of the training grounds. “It appears we have been betrayed by one of our own. Someone among us has been selling our secrets to our enemies, using that intelligence to kill your packmates.” Angry murmurs rippled through the assembled wolves. I could see suspicion beginning to take root as they looked at each other with new wariness. “How do we find them?” someone called from the crowd. “Carefully,” Darius replied. “The Shadow has managed to operate undetected for months. They’re skilled at deception and have likely prepared contingencies. But now that we know they exist…” A commotion near the training ground’s entrance interrupted him. Guards were escorting someone toward the circle a figure in healer’s robes who walked with evident reluctance. It was Elena, her kind face pale with fear and confusion. “Alpha,” one of the guards reported, “we found these hidden in her quarters.” He held up a collection of papers covered in what looked like coded writing. Even from a distance, I could see they contained diagrams and notations that resembled tactical intelligence. “Elena?” Darius’s voice carried both surprise and disappointment. “I don’t know what those are,” Elena said desperately. “Someone must have planted them there. I would never betray the pack you know me, Alpha. I’ve served faithfully for fifteen years!” But doubt was already creeping across Darius’s features. Elena worked in the kitchens, had access to gossip and information from across the compound. She could have gathered intelligence easily while maintaining her cover as a harmless servant. I stared at the woman who had shown me kindness on my first night, trying to reconcile her gentle nature with the possibility of treachery. Something didn’t feel right about this revelation. “The timing is convenient,” I said, loud enough for Darius to hear. “Elena would know I was being tested today. If she were truly the Shadow, wouldn’t she have fled rather than remain here to be discovered?” “Unless she thought her cover was secure,” Agatha replied coldly. “Spies often hide in plain sight, using assumed innocence as protection.” Elena’s eyes found mine across the circle, wide with terror and desperate appeal. In them, I saw the same helplessness I had felt when facing my own false accusations. “Test her,” I said impulsively. “If she’s the Shadow, she’ll know details about the intelligence gathering that weren’t included in those papers. If she’s innocent…” “The same test you underwent?” Moira asked, hefting another vial of nightshade extract. My stomach clenched at the memory of liquid fire, but I nodded. “Truth will reveal itself.” But even as the words left my mouth, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. In the crowd of Nightshade wolves, one figure was slowly edging toward the exit. Someone who had been standing close to the leadership group but was now trying to disappear into the general population. Someone who would have had access to Elena’s quarters. Someone who had been present for every crucial piece of intelligence gathering. I followed the figure with my eyes, noting the careful way they moved not fleeing outright, but positioning themselves for a quick escape if necessary. It was Lyra. The young woman who had confronted me in the kitchen, who had accused me of killing her brother, who had seemed driven by genuine grief and rage. She was moving with the practiced stealth of someone who had done this before. “Wait,” I called out, my voice cutting across the debate about Elena’s guilt. “Before you test anyone else, you should know that your real spy is trying to leave.” Every head turned to follow my pointing finger. Lyra froze like a deer caught in torchlight, her dark eyes wide with shock at being discovered. For a moment, the training grounds were silent except for the sound of wind through the trees. Then Lyra broke and ran.

Lyra’s flight triggered instant chaos. Warriors leaped from their seats, some pursuing directly while others moved to block the compound’s exits. Shouts filled the air as pack members who had been sitting in judgment moments before transformed into a coordinated hunting force. But Lyra had a head start and the desperate speed of someone running for their life. I found myself moving without conscious decision, the power still singing in my veins from the trial. Silver light flickered around my feet as I ran, lending me speed beyond what my human form should have possessed. Lyra was fast, weaving between buildings with the practiced ease of someone who knew every shortcut and hiding place in the compound. But I was faster, the supernatural energy propelling me forward like an arrow seeking its target. She burst from the compound proper into the wilderness beyond, shifting to wolf form mid-stride. Her dark coat blended with the forest shadows as she bounded between the trees, but the power coursing through me let me track her movement even when she disappeared from sight. Behind me, I could hear Darius and his warriors following, their voices calling orders and coordinating the pursuit. But they were too far back to help if Lyra decided to turn and fight. The chase led deeper into the forest, over rocky ridges and through dense undergrowth that would have slowed a normal pursuer. But whatever I was becoming, normal no longer applied. Lyra reached a clearing perhaps a mile from the compound and spun to face me, shifting back to human form with desperate fury. In her hand, she held a curved dagger that gleamed with an oily sheen poisoned, most likely. “You should have minded your own business, Bloodfang,” she snarled, her chest heaving with exertion. I stopped at the clearing’s edge, my own breath coming surprisingly steady despite the breakneck pursuit. “Why, Lyra? Why betray your own pack?” Her laugh was bitter, broken. “My pack? The pack that let my brother die on a meaningless border patrol while the leadership sat in comfortable halls? The pack that treats servants like disposable tools?” “So you decided to kill more of them?” “I decided to make them pay!” She raised the dagger, its poisoned edge catching the dappled sunlight. “Every patrol I betrayed, every warrior who died they deserved it for letting Marcus die!” The grief in her voice was real, raw with pain that had festered into something toxic. But understanding her motivation didn’t make her actions forgivable. “Your brother wouldn’t have wanted this,” I said, trying to find some way to reach through her fury. “He wouldn’t have wanted you to become a murderer.” “Don’t you dare speak of him!” Lyra lunged forward, the dagger aimed at my heart. The power responded instinctively. Silver light erupted from my hands, forming a barrier that caught the blade inches from my chest. The poison sizzled against the supernatural energy, neutralized before it could reach my skin. Lyra stumbled backward, staring in shock at her ruined weapon. “What are you?” “I’m still trying to figure that out,” I admitted. She reached for something at her belt another weapon, or perhaps a signal device to call for extraction. But before she could use it, the sound of approaching hoofbeats announced Darius’s arrival. He burst into the clearing with Agatha and Marcus close behind, their faces grim with the knowledge of betrayal. When Lyra saw them, her shoulders sagged in defeat. “It’s over,” Darius said quietly, dismounting from his horse. “Surrender, and you’ll face pack justice. Run, and I’ll let my warriors hunt you through the forest.” Lyra looked around the clearing, trapped between wolves who had once been her packmates and the woman she had tried to frame for her crimes. For a moment, I thought she might choose to fight, to die on her feet rather than face the consequences of her treachery. Instead, she sank to her knees, the fight going out of her like air from a punctured lung. “They killed him,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Marcus was just a messenger, barely eighteen summers old. He died because some patrol leader couldn’t be bothered to provide adequate escort. And when I asked for justice, they told me it was the fortune of war.” Darius approached her slowly, his expression softening slightly with understanding if not forgiveness. “So you decided to deliver your own justice?” “I decided to make them hurt the way I hurt. Every piece of intelligence I sold, every ambush I enabled they were all payment for Marcus’s blood.” The confession hung in the air like a funeral dirge. Around the clearing, Nightshade wolves who had fought and bled together now faced the reality that one of their own had been systematically betraying them for months. “How many died because of your information?” Agatha asked, her voice deadly quiet. Lyra was silent for a long moment. Then: “Thirty-seven confirmed kills. Twice that number wounded.” The number hit like a physical blow. Seventy-four casualties because of one woman’s grief and rage, turned into a weapon against her own people. “The penalty for treason is death,” Marcus said flatly. “By pack law, you forfeit your life for these crimes.” But Darius held up his hand, his gray eyes studying Lyra with something approaching pity. “The law is clear. But execution serves only vengeance, not justice.” He turned to address me, surprising everyone present. “Selene of Bloodfang, you exposed this treachery when we were prepared to condemn an innocent. What would you have us do with the real traitor?” The question caught me off guard. Why was he asking for my opinion? I was barely tolerated here, a former enemy granted temporary shelter. But as I looked at Lyra broken, grieving, consumed by rage that had poisoned everything she once valued I found myself thinking of another young woman who had felt betrayed by those she trusted. “Death would be mercy,” I said finally. “She wants to join her brother, to escape the guilt of what she’s done. True justice would be forcing her to live with the consequences, to spend every day working to repair the damage she’s caused.” Darius nodded slowly. “Life imprisonment, then. Hard labor until her debt to the pack is paid.” “And if she refuses to work?” Agatha demanded. “Then she can starve. The choice will be hers.” It wasn’t perfect justice nothing could bring back the wolves who had died because of Lyra’s betrayal. But it was justice tempered with understanding, punishment that offered the possibility of redemption. As guards moved to secure the prisoner, Darius approached me. “You’ve proven yourself today, Selene. Not just your innocence, but your value to this pack. Perhaps it’s time we discussed a more… suitable position for someone of your abilities.” I met his gray eyes, seeing something there I hadn’t expected. Not just acknowledgment, but genuine respect. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. Before he could answer, a commotion erupted from the direction of the compound. Riders were approaching at full gallop, their faces grim with fresh urgency. “Alpha!” the lead rider called as he dismounted. “Border scouts report massive movement from Bloodfang territory. It looks like they’re massing for a full-scale invasion.” My blood turned to ice. The intelligence leaks had been just the beginning. Now Kael was making his real move, using the chaos and distraction to launch the war he had always wanted. Darius’s expression hardened into stone. “How long do we have?” “Two days, maybe three before they reach our outer settlements.” Two days to prepare for a war that had been months in the making. Two days to transform a pack reeling from betrayal into a fighting force capable of defending their territory. As the implications sank in, I realized that my trial was over but my real test was just beginning. Whatever I was becoming, whatever power lay dormant within me, it would soon face its ultimate challenge. War was coming to Nightshade territory. And I would stand with them when it arrived.

The council chamber buzzed with controlled urgency as Nightshade’s leadership gathered to plan their defense. Maps covered every surface, marked with red ink that traced enemy movements and potential attack routes. Warriors bent over tactical displays, their voices low and intense as they debated strategy. I stood near the chamber’s edge, uncertain of my place in these proceedings. Two hours ago, I had been a suspected traitor facing execution. Now, somehow, I found myself included in the pack’s most sensitive military planning. Darius commanded the room from behind a massive oak table, his presence drawing every eye like a magnet. Despite his recent wounds, he radiated the controlled authority of an Alpha who had faced impossible odds before and emerged victorious. “Current intelligence suggests three separate attack columns,” Marcus reported, pointing to marks on the central map. “Main force here, approaching through Thornfield Pass. Secondary force moving through the eastern valleys. And a third, smaller group circling north to hit our supply lines.” “Classic pincer formation,” Agatha observed grimly. “They’re trying to stretch our defenses while cutting off our resources.” I found myself studying the map, patterns becoming clear as I traced the marked routes. Something nagged at me, a tactical detail that didn’t quite fit with the overall strategy. “The northern group,” I said, speaking before I could second-guess myself. “It’s too small to effectively disrupt your supply lines, but it’s positioned perfectly to…” I trailed off, realizing that every eye in the room was now fixed on me. A former enemy, commenting on their defensive plans. The silence stretched uncomfortably. “Continue,” Darius said quietly. I took a breath, committing fully to the dangerous path I had started down. “The northern force isn’t meant to attack your supplies. It’s a flanking maneuver. While your attention is focused on the main assault through Thornfield Pass, they’ll circle behind to hit your command positions.” Moira leaned forward, her obsidian eyes glittering with interest. “You sound very certain of their intentions.” “Because I’ve seen Kael use this strategy before,” I admitted. “Three years ago, against the Ironmaw pack. He feinted with a frontal assault while sending elite units to target their leadership. The battle was over in hours once their command structure collapsed.” The council members exchanged meaningful glances. This was exactly the kind of intelligence they needed, but it came from a source they still had every reason to distrust. “If you’re right,” Marcus said slowly, “then we’re walking into a trap. Our defensive positions are designed to repel attacks from the south and east, not the north.” “Which means we need to adjust our strategy,” Darius concluded. “Assuming this intelligence is accurate.” “It is,” I said with more confidence than I felt. “Kael’s tactical preferences don’t change. He’s been using variations of this formation for years.” “And you know this because you were his mate,” Agatha said coldly. “The question remains whether you’re helping us or leading us into an even more elaborate trap.” Before I could respond, a commotion outside the chamber announced new arrivals. The doors burst open to admit a group of border scouts, their faces grim with fresh intelligence. “Alpha,” their leader gasped, clearly having ridden hard to reach the compound. “The Bloodfang advance has accelerated. They’ll reach our outer settlements by tomorrow night, not in two days as we estimated.” “How many?” Darius demanded. “Nearly three hundred warriors in the main force. Perhaps fifty in each of the flanking groups.” Four hundred Bloodfang warriors, against a Nightshade pack that numbered perhaps half that in fighting strength. The odds were devastating, even with defensive advantages. “There’s more,” the scout continued reluctantly. “They’re carrying siege equipment. Catapults, battering rams, fire arrows. This isn’t a raid it’s a conquest.” Silence fell over the council chamber like a burial shroud. Everyone understood the implications. Kael wasn’t just seeking to punish Nightshade for harboring me. He intended to destroy them completely, to absorb their territory and eliminate a rival power. “We cannot win a conventional battle,” Marcus said bluntly. “Not against those numbers with siege support.” “Then we don’t fight conventionally,” Darius replied, his gray eyes hard as flint. “We use the terrain, hit-and-run tactics, anything that negates their numerical advantage.” “Guerrilla warfare requires time to be effective,” Agatha pointed out. “Time for them to overextend their supply lines, make mistakes, grow overconfident. We don’t have that luxury with civilians in the path of their advance.” I studied the map again, my mind racing through possibilities. There had to be something, some advantage they could exploit. The northern flanking force was the key if Bloodfang succeeded in hitting the command positions, the rest of the battle would be academic. “What if you turned their strategy against them?” I said suddenly. The room went quiet again, waiting for me to continue. “The northern force is Kael’s real strike weapon,” I explained, moving closer to the map. “Elite warriors, probably led by his best lieutenant. If you could neutralize them before the main assault begins…” “The main force would still outnumber us significantly,” Marcus objected. “But they’d be fighting blind, without coordination from their command element. And Kael… Kael relies heavily on his lieutenants for tactical execution. Take them away, and he becomes indecisive, prone to mistakes.” Darius leaned over the map, tracing the marked positions with his finger. “You’re suggesting we abandon our defensive positions to launch a preemptive strike?” “I’m suggesting you use their own plan against them. Let them think you’re focused on defending Thornfield Pass while you’re actually hunting their flanking force.” “It’s suicide,” Agatha said flatly. “We’d be abandoning secure positions to attack elite enemies on ground of their choosing.” “You’re right,” I agreed. “It would be suicide. Unless you had an advantage they weren’t expecting.” All eyes turned to me once more, and I felt the weight of their attention like physical pressure. “What kind of advantage?” Moira asked, though something in her expression suggested she already suspected the answer. I looked around the room, at faces that had shown me nothing but hostility and suspicion since my arrival. These wolves had every reason to hate me, every justification for leaving me to die in a cell. But they had also given me a chance to prove myself, to demonstrate that I was more than just a discarded Luna seeking shelter. “Me,” I said simply. “I’m the advantage you weren’t expecting.” The power stirred beneath my skin as I spoke, silver light flickering faintly around my hands. Not the wild, uncontrolled energy of my escape or trial, but something more focused, more purposeful. “My abilities are growing stronger,” I continued. “And I have intimate knowledge of Bloodfang tactics, leadership, and weaknesses. More than that I have every reason to want Kael defeated permanently.” “You want us to base our strategy on untested supernatural abilities and your desire for revenge?” Agatha’s voice dripped skepticism. “I want you to base it on tactical advantage and practical necessity,” I corrected. “The supernatural abilities are just another weapon in your arsenal. My knowledge of Bloodfang operations is intelligence you can’t get anywhere else. And my motivation…” I met Darius’s gaze steadily. “My motivation is survival. Yours and mine both.” The council chamber fell silent as they weighed my proposal. Through the windows, I could see servants and warriors going about their preparations sharpening weapons, moving supplies, preparing for a siege that might never come if my plan succeeded. Or that might come anyway, with disastrous consequences if I was wrong. “There’s another factor to consider,” I added quietly. “Kael isn’t just seeking military victory. He’s seeking me specifically. The spy network, the coordinated attacks, even this invasion they’re all designed to force me back into his hands.” “You think highly of yourself,” Agatha muttered. “I think realistically about an obsessed man who couldn’t bear to lose control,” I corrected. “Kael will make mistakes because of that obsession. We can exploit them.” Darius straightened, decision crystallizing in his expression. “Very well. We’ll attempt the flanking strike. But understand this, Selene if your intelligence proves false, if your abilities fail us when we need them most, there will be no mercy.” “I understand.” “Good.” He turned to address the rest of the council. “Begin preparations immediately. I want our best warriors ready to move by midnight. And send word to the evacuation points civilians are to be moved to the deep caves before dawn.” As the council members scattered to carry out their orders, Darius approached me directly. “You’ve just volunteered for the most dangerous mission this pack has attempted in decades,” he said quietly. “Are you certain you’re ready for this?” I thought of Kael’s cold rejection, Maris’s triumphant smile, the chains that had bound my wrists in that dungeon cell. I thought of Lyra’s betrayal, Elena’s kindness, and the wolves who had died because of intelligence I could have prevented from being gathered. “I’m ready,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth, I wondered if anyone could truly be ready for war. Especially one that might determine not just the fate of two packs, but the future of whatever I was becoming.

Midnight brought no sleep to the Nightshade compound. The air hummed with preparation as warriors sharpened weapons, checked armor, and made final adjustments to gear that might mean the difference between life and death. Torches blazed in every window, casting dancing shadows across stone walls that had stood for generations but might not see another dawn. I found myself in the armory, watching Elena help distribute weapons to wolves who would ride out before sunrise. Her movements were efficient despite the tremor in her hands the aftermath of her false accusation still haunted her features, but she worked with determined focus. “Here,” she said, approaching me with a leather-wrapped bundle. “Moira thought you might need these.” I unwrapped the bundle to reveal a set of throwing knives, their blades gleaming with silver inlay. The balance was perfect, the craftsmanship exquisite. These were not weapons for a servant or prisoner they were tools meant for a warrior. “Why?” I asked, running my thumb along one blade’s edge. “Because tomorrow you’ll be fighting beside our Alpha,” Elena replied simply. “And dead allies help no one.” The reality of it struck me then. In less than six hours, I would be riding into battle against my former pack, wielding supernatural powers I barely understood in service of wolves who had every reason to hate me. “Elena,” I said quietly, “if I don’t return ” “You will.” Her voice carried surprising conviction. “I’ve seen you survive things that would break lesser wolves. You’ll survive this too.” Her faith was touching, even if I didn’t share it. Too many variables, too many unknowns. My powers were unpredictable, my knowledge of current Bloodfang tactics was months out of date, and I would be fighting alongside warriors who still viewed me with suspicion. But the alternative was waiting in the compound while Kael’s forces overwhelmed the defenses, then watching him reclaim me as his prisoner. That fate held no appeal whatsoever. “Selene.” Darius’s voice cut through the armory’s noise. “A word.” I turned to find him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. He wore full battle gear now black leather reinforced with steel plates, weapons gleaming at his belt and across his back. In the torchlight, he looked every inch the dangerous Alpha his reputation claimed him to be. I followed him from the armory into a smaller chamber adjacent to the main hall. Maps covered the walls here too, but these showed deeper tactical details supply routes, communication networks, contingency plans for various defeat scenarios. “Second thoughts?” he asked, closing the door behind us. “About which part? The battle, the strategy, or trusting former enemies with my life?” His lips quirked in what might have been amusement. “All of the above.” I moved to study one of the wall maps, noting the evacuation routes marked in blue ink. “Your people will be safe if we fail?” “As safe as we can make them. The deep cave systems connect to other territories they can reach allied packs if necessary.” “Good.” I traced one route with my finger, memorizing the path in case circumstances required desperate measures. “And if we succeed?” “Then we’ve prevented a war that would have consumed half the region.” Darius approached to stand beside me, close enough that I could smell his scent pine and steel and something uniquely wild. “But success will depend entirely on your intelligence being accurate.” “It is.” “And your abilities manifesting when we need them.” That was the unknown variable, the factor that could destroy everything regardless of how perfect our planning might be. “I can’t guarantee that,” I admitted. “The power seems to respond to extreme stress or danger, but I have no conscious control over it.” “Then we’ll have to ensure you face sufficient danger,” he said dryly. Despite everything, I found myself almost smiling. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” We stood in comfortable silence for a moment, studying the maps and considering the magnitude of what we were attempting. Tomorrow would bring either victory or complete destruction there seemed to be no middle ground. “Why?” I asked suddenly. “Why what?” “Why trust me with this? You have experienced warriors, proven tacticians. Why risk everything on the word of a former enemy?” Darius was quiet for so long I thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than I had ever heard it. “Because you’ve already lost everything once and chose to keep fighting. That kind of strength is rare.” His gray eyes met mine, holding them with surprising intensity. “And because my instincts tell me you’re exactly what you claim to be a wolf seeking justice rather than revenge.” The distinction was subtle but important. Revenge was personal, often blind to collateral damage. Justice considered consequences, weighed costs against benefits. “What if my quest for justice gets your warriors killed?” I asked. “Then we’ll die fighting for something worthwhile rather than huddling behind walls waiting for the inevitable.” He moved closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of silver in his gray eyes. “I’d rather trust a dangerous ally than face certain defeat alone.” Something passed between us in that moment not the mate bond I had shared with Kael, but something else. Recognition, perhaps. Or the beginning of something deeper that neither of us dared name. “Darius,” I said quietly, “there’s something else you should know. About what happened in the testing circle, about the power I manifested.” His expression sharpened. “What about it?” “It’s growing stronger. Each time it manifests, each time I’m forced to use it, the energy becomes more focused, more responsive.” I held up my hand, letting silver light dance across my fingers like captured starfire. “I think it’s trying to teach me something.” “What kind of something?” “I don’t know yet. But the visions, the dreams, the voice that calls me ‘child of forgotten flame’ they’re all connected to something larger than just enhanced abilities.” Darius watched the light play across my skin with fascination rather than fear. “Show me.” I concentrated, willing the power to manifest more fully. Silver radiance flowed from my hands, forming shapes in the air weapons, shields, even what looked like wings. The energy was warm, almost alive, responding to my thoughts with increasing precision. “Incredible,” he breathed. “Dangerous,” I corrected. “I don’t know what I’m becoming, Darius. What if the power consumes me? What if I become the very threat your pack fears?” He reached out slowly, his fingers brushing the edge of the silver light. Instead of burning him, the energy seemed to welcome his touch, wrapping around his hand like a gentle caress. “Then I’ll stop you,” he said simply. “If necessary.” The promise should have been threatening, but somehow it felt like comfort instead. Whatever I was becoming, I wouldn’t face it alone. A knock at the door interrupted the moment. Marcus entered, his expression urgent. “Alpha, the strike force is ready. We should move soon if we want to reach the interception point before dawn.” Darius nodded, stepping back from me and the fading light around my hands. “Five minutes.” As Marcus left, Darius turned back to me. “Are you ready for this?” I thought of all the reasons I should say no the untested powers, the uncertain loyalties, the very real possibility that we were all riding to our deaths. But I also thought of Elena’s faith, of the wolves who had died because of intelligence I could have prevented from being gathered, of the chance to finally strike back at those who had betrayed me. “I’m ready,” I said. “Then let’s go to war.” We left the chamber together, moving toward the stables where thirty of Nightshade’s finest warriors waited with horses saddled and weapons gleaming. As we walked, I felt the power settling deeper into my bones, preparing for whatever the night might bring. Behind us, the compound blazed with activity as the remaining defenders prepared for siege. Ahead lay the wilderness where Bloodfang’s elite forces moved through the darkness, confident in their tactical superiority. They had no idea that the Luna they had cast aside was coming for them. And this time, I would not be dragged away in chains.

The forest was a cathedral of shadows as our strike force moved through the darkness. Thirty Nightshade warriors rode in perfect silence, their horses’ hooves muffled by strips of leather wrapped around each shoe. We were ghosts in the night, death given form and purpose. I rode beside Darius at the formation’s head, my borrowed armor feeling strange against skin that had grown accustomed to servant’s clothes. The throwing knives Moira had given me hung at my belt, their weight both comforting and terrifying. In a few hours, I would discover whether I truly had the stomach for war. The bond mark on my wrist pulsed faintly, not with warning but with anticipation. Whatever power lay dormant within me seemed to sense approaching violence, stirring like a predator scenting prey. Marcus raised his hand from behind us, signaling a halt. We had reached the interception point a narrow valley where mountain streams converged, creating the only viable path through the rocky terrain. If my intelligence was correct, Kael’s elite flanking force would pass through here just before dawn. “Positions,” Darius commanded in a whisper that somehow carried to every warrior. The Nightshade wolves melted into the forest like shadows given life. Within minutes, the valley appeared empty except for moonlight and mist, but I knew that death waited in every tree, behind every boulder. I crouched beside Darius among a cluster of ancient pines, my heart hammering against my ribs as we settled in to wait. The power beneath my skin was restless now, eager for release after so many hours of restraint. “How long?” I breathed. “Soon.” His gray eyes reflected starlight as he scanned the valley approaches. “Your intelligence puts them here just before dawn, which means ” A low whistle echoed through the trees the signal from our forward scouts. Enemy movement detected. My mouth went dry as shapes began to materialize in the valley below. Dark figures moving with military precision, their formation exactly as I had predicted. Kael’s elite warriors, perhaps forty strong, advancing through what they believed was secure territory. But something was wrong. I could see it in their movement patterns, the way they held their weapons, the casual confidence of their approach. “It’s a trap,” I whispered urgently. Darius’s head snapped toward me. “What?” “Look at them. They’re not moving like scouts or an advance force. They’re moving like bait.” My mind raced through the implications. “Kael knew we might try to intercept them. This is exactly what he wanted.” Even as the words left my mouth, I heard it the sound of branches breaking in the forest behind us. Many branches, snapping under the weight of bodies that had no interest in stealth. We were surrounded. “Ambush!” Marcus’s voice rang out from across the valley. Chaos erupted as Bloodfang warriors emerged from concealment on all sides. Not just the forty we had been tracking, but twice that number, positioned to catch any force that tried to intercept the decoy column. Steel rang against steel as the trap closed around us. I saw Agatha engaged in desperate combat with two Bloodfang warriors, her blade weaving silver patterns in the moonlight. Marcus was pressed back against a boulder, fighting three opponents with grim determination. And through it all, I heard Kael’s voice echoing from somewhere in the melee. “Find her! Bring me Selene alive!” Of course. This entire elaborate trap hadn’t been designed to destroy Nightshade’s strike force though that would be a welcome bonus. It had been crafted specifically to recapture me. A Bloodfang warrior burst from the undergrowth directly in front of me, his sword already descending in a killing arc. I threw myself sideways, rolling across the forest floor as the blade carved through empty air. The power exploded outward from my core like a dam bursting. Silver fire erupted from my hands, catching the warrior in mid-swing and hurling him backward into a tree with bone-crushing force. But more were coming. Always more. “Selene!” Darius’s voice cut through the battle noise. I turned to see him fighting his way toward me, cutting down enemies with ruthless efficiency. Blood streaked his face, and his armor bore fresh dents from close calls. “Stay close!” he commanded, reaching my side just as another wave of attackers emerged from the trees. We fought back-to-back, his steel complementing my silver fire in a deadly dance that cleared a circle of safety around us. The power flowing through me was stronger than ever before, more controlled, as though the presence of true danger had unlocked abilities I hadn’t known I possessed. A throwing knife sailed past my ear, followed by a warrior who had scaled the trees to attack from above. I caught him with silver light, suspending him in midair before hurling him into his advancing companions. “Behind you!” Darius shouted. I spun to see Kael himself striding through the battle, his massive form cutting through the chaos like a force of nature. His dark eyes were fixed on me with obsessive intensity, and his lips were curved in a smile that promised suffering. “Hello, my dear Luna,” he said, his voice carrying easily despite the sounds of combat around us. “Did you really think you could escape me so easily?” The sight of him arrogant, possessive, utterly convinced of his right to control my fate triggered something primal within me. The power that had been flowing like a river became a flood, silver radiance blazing from my skin with such intensity that warriors on both sides stopped fighting to stare. “I am not your Luna,” I said, my voice carrying harmonics that made the very trees tremble. “I am not yours at all.” Kael’s smile widened. “We’ll see about that.” He lunged forward with inhuman speed, but I was ready for him. Silver fire met his advance, stopping him mid-stride as though he had struck an invisible wall. For the first time since I had known him, uncertainty flickered across Kael’s features. “What have you become?” “Something you can’t control,” I replied. Our confrontation was interrupted by a horn blast from the valley’s southern end the signal for Nightshade reinforcements. More riders poured into the battle, led by Agatha’s war cry as she rallied the scattered defenders. The tide began to turn. Bloodfang warriors, caught between our original force and the reinforcements, found themselves trapped in the same valley they had chosen for their ambush. But Kael wasn’t finished. He withdrew from direct combat, shouting orders that reorganized his remaining forces into a fighting retreat. As they pulled back toward the valley’s northern exit, he caught my eye one final time. “This isn’t over, Selene,” he called across the battlefield. “You can run to the ends of the earth, but you’ll always belong to me.” The words sent ice through my veins, even as silver fire continued to blaze around my hands. “Let him go,” Darius said quietly, appearing at my side. “We’ve accomplished what we came for.” I looked around the valley, taking in the aftermath of our ambush. Bloodfang bodies lay scattered among the trees, their elite force shattered beyond recovery. But Nightshade had paid a price too I could see our own fallen, wolves who had trusted my intelligence enough to follow it into battle. “Did we win?” I asked. “We survived,” Darius replied. “Sometimes that’s victory enough.” As dawn broke over the blood-soaked valley, I realized he was right. We had prevented Kael’s flanking strategy from succeeding, but the main Bloodfang force was still out there, still advancing on Nightshade territory. The real war was just beginning. And I had just announced myself as a player powerful enough to change its outcome.

The aftermath of battle was always uglier than the fighting itself. By the time we returned to the Nightshade compound, our victory felt hollow beneath the weight of wounded warriors and grieving packmates. The main courtyard had been transformed into a field hospital, with healers moving between rows of injured wolves with grim efficiency. I dismounted from my borrowed horse, my legs unsteady after hours of riding and fighting. The power that had blazed so brilliantly during combat now felt like dying embers, leaving me drained and hollow. My borrowed armor hung loose on my frame, stained with blood some mine, some from enemies I had struck down in silver fire. “Selene.” Moira appeared at my elbow, her healer’s robes pristine despite the chaos around us. “You’re wounded.” I looked down at myself, surprised to see cuts and bruises I didn’t remember receiving. The adrenaline of battle must have masked the pain, but now it was returning with vengeance. “It’s nothing serious,” I said, though the world wavered slightly around the edges. “Let me be the judge of that.” Her tone brooked no argument as she guided me toward one of the healing tents. “Power expenditure like yours leaves the body vulnerable to delayed trauma. You need immediate attention.” Inside the tent, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and healing poultices. Wounded Nightshade warriors occupied most of the available space, some unconscious, others gritting their teeth against pain as healers worked to save limbs and lives. Moira directed me to a small alcove separated from the main treatment area by hanging curtains. “Remove the armor,” she instructed, gathering supplies from nearby shelves. As I struggled with unfamiliar buckles and straps, exhaustion hit me like a physical blow. My hands shook as I tried to work the fastenings, my vision blurring with fatigue. “Here.” Gentle hands replaced mine, working the buckles with practiced efficiency. I looked up to find Elena beside me, her kind face creased with concern. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said weakly. “The kitchen duties ” “Can wait.” She helped me out of the bloodstained leather, her movements careful around obvious injuries. “Half the pack saw what you did out there, Selene. Silver fire that could stop a charging Alpha, power that turned the tide when we were trapped. You’re not kitchen staff anymore.” The armor finally came free, revealing the extent of damage I had sustained. Cuts from enemy blades crossed my arms and torso, some deep enough to require stitching. Bruises covered my ribs where I had rolled across rocky ground. But worse than the physical wounds was the bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to leach strength from my very soul. “Impressive,” Moira observed, examining a particularly nasty gash across my shoulder. “Most wolves would have collapsed from blood loss by now. Your supernatural abilities must be providing some protection.” “They’re also causing problems,” I admitted as she began cleaning the wound. The antiseptic burned, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in my chest where power used to flow. “What kind of problems?” “The more I use them, the more they want to be used. During the fighting, I could feel the energy demanding greater displays, pushing me toward more violence. If I hadn’t maintained control…” I trailed off, remembering the moment when Kael had appeared. The rage that had consumed me, the silver fire that had blazed with such intensity that warriors on both sides had stopped fighting to stare. For a few terrifying seconds, I had wanted to reduce everything around me to ash. “Power without wisdom is dangerous,” Moira agreed, beginning to stitch the shoulder wound. “But power with purpose can change the world. The question is what you intend to do with yours.” Before I could answer, commotion outside the tent announced new arrivals. Through the fabric walls, I could hear voices raised in urgent conference Darius, Marcus, Agatha, and others discussing the next phase of their defensive preparations. ” main force will reach our outer settlements by tomorrow afternoon ” ” casualties from the ambush were higher than expected ” ” need to evacuate the eastern villages before ” A hand pushed through the tent flap, revealing Darius himself. His armor had been removed, showing fresh bandages across his chest and arms, but his eyes held the alert intensity of a leader still deep in crisis mode. “Selene,” he said, his gaze taking in my injuries and the healer working over them. “How badly hurt are you?” “Nothing that will prevent me from fighting,” I replied, wincing as Moira tightened a particularly crucial stitch. “That’s not what I asked.” I met his stare directly, seeing concern there that went beyond tactical considerations. “I’ll live. The power seems to enhance healing along with everything else.” “Good. Because we have a problem.” Darius stepped fully into the alcove, his presence somehow making the small space feel even more cramped. “The ambush was more successful than we hoped Bloodfang’s elite force is effectively destroyed, and their flanking strategy is ruined. But it came at a cost.” I waited for him to continue, dreading what I was about to hear. “Kael isn’t withdrawing,” he said grimly. “Intelligence from our remaining scouts suggests he’s accelerating his main assault instead. Whatever you showed him out there, whatever power you displayed it’s made him more determined, not less.” My stomach clenched. “He sees me as a prize to be won rather than an enemy to be defeated.” “Exactly. Which means he’ll throw everything he has at our defenses to reach you.” Darius ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaustion finally showing around the edges of his composure. “Three hundred Bloodfang warriors, backed by siege equipment, will hit our walls within hours.” The numbers were devastating. Even with the tactical advantage of defensive positions, Nightshade couldn’t hold against those odds for long. “What are you thinking?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew. “I’m thinking we need to change the rules of engagement completely.” His gray eyes held mine with uncomfortable intensity. “Your power turned a hopeless battle into a victory tonight. If we could find a way to amplify that effect, to use your abilities on a larger scale…” “You want me to become a weapon.” “I want you to become our salvation.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “This isn’t just about pack survival anymore, Selene. If Kael wins here, if he absorbs Nightshade territory and resources, he’ll become unstoppable. Other packs will fall in line or be destroyed. The entire region will be under his control.” The implications were staggering. Kael’s ambitions had always been large, but I had assumed they were limited to traditional territorial expansion. If he was truly seeking regional dominance… “There’s something else,” Darius continued. “During the fighting, when your power was at its peak, some of my warriors reported feeling… different. Stronger, faster, more coordinated. As though your energy was somehow enhancing their abilities.” I stared at him in shock. “That’s impossible.” “Is it? You’ve already demonstrated abilities that shouldn’t exist. Perhaps pack bonds work differently for someone like you.” Moira finished her stitching and stepped back, her obsidian eyes thoughtful. “There are old stories,” she said quietly. “Legends about wolves who could channel the moon’s power directly, sharing it with their packmates in times of great need. The Eclipse Covenant was said to possess such abilities.” “Eclipse Covenant?” I sat up straighter, ignoring the pull of fresh stitches. “I’ve heard that name before. In my visions, in dreams ” “Of course you have.” Moira’s expression was unreadable. “Because that’s what you are, child. The last heir of a bloodline that was thought extinct.” The tent fell silent except for the distant sounds of wounded warriors and ongoing preparations. I felt as though the ground had shifted beneath me, reality rearranging itself around this revelation. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I’m just… I’m nobody. An orphan raised by a foster family, barely tolerated even there.” “The most powerful bloodlines are often hidden,” Moira replied. “Especially when their enemies believe they’ve been exterminated. Your parents likely concealed your heritage to protect you.” Darius was studying me with new intensity, as though seeing me clearly for the first time. “If this is true, if you truly carry Eclipse Covenant blood, then tonight was just the beginning of what you’re capable of.” I thought of the silver fire that had blazed from my hands, the ease with which I had thrown seasoned warriors aside, the moment when raw power had demanded I burn everything to ash. If that was just the beginning… “I need time to understand this,” I said shakily. “Time to learn control, to figure out what these abilities really are.” “Time we don’t have,” Darius replied grimly. “Kael’s forces will be here soon, and when they arrive, you’ll be forced to use every scrap of power at your disposal.” Through the tent walls, I could hear the compound coming alive with desperate activity. Weapons being sharpened, defenses reinforced, civilians evacuated to deeper shelters. All of it centered around the coming battle that would determine the fate of everyone I had begun to care about. “Then I guess I’ll have to learn fast,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth, I wondered if anyone could master power that seemed older than time itself in the few hours before war arrived at our doorstep.

Sleep was impossible. I lay on the narrow cot in the healing tent, staring at the canvas ceiling while my mind raced through everything Moira had revealed. Eclipse Covenant. The bloodline thought extinct. Powers that could enhance entire packs during battle. The bond mark on my wrist pulsed steadily now, not with warning but with something deeper recognition, perhaps, or awakening. Silver light played beneath my skin like captured starfire, and I could feel energy building in my bones, demanding release. Around me, wounded warriors stirred restlessly in their sleep. Some muttered words I couldn’t understand, their voices carrying strange harmonics that seemed to resonate with the power flowing through me. Whatever was happening, it was affecting more than just myself. “Can’t sleep either?” I turned to find Elena sitting beside a warrior whose leg had been shattered in the ambush. Her hands glowed with faint golden light as she worked to accelerate his healing, but her eyes were fixed on me with uncomfortable intensity. “How long have you been able to do that?” I asked, nodding toward the light emanating from her fingertips. “Since about an hour after you returned from battle.” She flexed her fingers experimentally, watching the golden radiance dance across her skin. “I was tending Marcus’s wounds when it first manifested. The light just… came. Like it had always been there, waiting.” I sat up carefully, my stitched wounds protesting the movement. “Has anyone else experienced similar changes?” “Half the healers, from what I can tell. And some of the warriors are reporting enhanced senses, increased strength.” Elena’s voice dropped to a worried whisper. “Selene, what’s happening to us?” Before I could attempt an answer, the tent flap opened to admit Moira. The elderly healer moved with purpose, carrying an armload of ancient books and scrolls that looked older than the compound itself. “Good, you’re awake,” she said, settling the materials on a nearby table. “We need to talk.” She gestured for me to join her, spreading one of the scrolls across the table’s surface. The parchment was covered in symbols I didn’t recognize, interspersed with diagrams that seemed to show wolves surrounded by various forms of radiant energy. “Eclipse Covenant records,” Moira explained. “Hidden in our archives for generations, waiting for someone with the bloodline to activate their power.” I studied the diagrams, noting similarities to what I had experienced during battle. “These wolves, the ones surrounded by light they look like they’re sharing their energy.” “Exactly. The Covenant bloodline could create temporary pack bonds with any wolves willing to accept their power. Not the permanent mate connections you’re familiar with, but battlefield alliances that enhanced every participant’s abilities.” Elena moved closer, her golden light flickering as she examined the scrolls. “Is that what’s happening now? Some kind of pack bond manifestation?” “A weak echo of one,” Moira confirmed. “Selene’s power is so strong that it’s affecting nearby wolves even without conscious direction. If she could learn to control it, to focus it deliberately…” She trailed off, but the implications were clear. With proper training, I could potentially enhance every Nightshade warrior simultaneously, creating a force capable of standing against Kael’s superior numbers. “How long would that training take?” I asked. Moira’s expression was grim. “Years, normally. The Covenant children began learning control as toddlers, spending decades mastering abilities you’re discovering by accident.” “But we don’t have years,” Elena observed. “We have hours.” “Which is why we’re going to attempt something that’s never been tried before.” Moira pulled another scroll from her collection, this one covered in what looked like ritual instructions. “Forced awakening. Dangerous, potentially fatal, but theoretically capable of unlocking your full potential in a single session.” I stared at the scroll, noting symbols that seemed to writhe and move when I wasn’t looking directly at them. “What exactly would this ritual involve?” “Pain,” Moira said bluntly. “The kind of controlled trauma that forces supernatural abilities to manifest in self-defense. Combined with specific meditation techniques and energy channeling exercises.” “And if it fails?” “Then you die, your power is lost forever, and Nightshade falls to Bloodfang forces.” Her obsidian eyes met mine without flinching. “But if it succeeds, you become what your bloodline was always meant to be a living weapon capable of turning ordinary wolves into legends.” The choice wasn’t really a choice at all. Kael’s forces would reach the compound within hours, and without some dramatic advantage, the coming battle would be a massacre. “What do you need from me?” I asked. Moira smiled, though there was no warmth in the expression. “Everything you have, and probably more than you think you can give.” She began gathering supplies crystals that hummed with stored energy, herbs that made my nose burn, implements I didn’t recognize but that radiated ancient power. As she worked, more healers and warriors filtered into the tent, drawn by forces they couldn’t name. “Word is spreading,” Elena observed quietly. “About what you did during the ambush, about the power you’re manifesting. Half the pack is terrified, but the other half…” “The other half sees hope where there was none before,” completed a familiar voice. I turned to find Darius entering the tent, his armor replaced by simple clothes that showed the extent of his injuries. Bandages covered his chest and arms, and he moved with the careful precision of someone managing significant pain. “You should be resting,” Moira scolded. “I should be preparing my pack for annihilation,” he replied grimly. “Unless Selene’s ritual provides the miracle we need.” He approached the table where Moira had spread her materials, studying the ancient scrolls with the tactical mind of a born strategist. “How certain are you that this will work?” “Not certain at all,” Moira admitted. “The records describe successful awakenings, but they also mention failures. Messy, violent failures that left entire bloodlines extinct.” “Encouraging,” I muttered. Darius caught my eye across the table, his expression serious. “If you’re not ready for this, if you have any doubts, we can try other options. Evacuation, negotiated surrender, something that doesn’t risk your life.” “And let Kael win?” I shook my head firmly. “He’ll never stop hunting me, Darius. Even if I ran to the furthest corners of the world, he’d follow. The only way this ends is with one of us defeated permanently.” “Then we’d better make sure it’s him,” Elena said quietly. Moira finished her preparations and turned to address the growing crowd in the tent. “Everyone except Selene needs to leave. What we’re about to attempt requires absolute concentration, and witnesses will only complicate matters.” But as the healers and warriors began filing out, Darius lingered beside the table. “Whatever happens,” he said quietly, “know that you’ve already done more for this pack than anyone had a right to expect. You don’t owe us your life.” “No,” I agreed. “But I owe myself the chance to become who I was always meant to be.” He nodded slowly, understanding passing between us. Then he too left, leaving me alone with Moira and the ancient power that waited to consume or transform me. “Are you ready?” the healer asked. I looked down at my hands, watching silver light play across my fingers like liquid starfire. Somewhere beyond the tent walls, Kael’s army was advancing, driven by obsession and the promise of conquest. In a few hours, they would reach the Nightshade compound and demand my surrender. They were going to be very disappointed. “I’m ready,” I said.

Pain began with the first ritual mark. Moira carved symbols into my skin with a blade that burned like ice, each cut channeling power that made my bones ache with unfamiliar energy. The ancient script flowed down my arms in precise lines, connecting at points that seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. “The marks create pathways,” Moira explained as she worked, her voice distant and clinical. “Channels for power to flow through your body without destroying it. The original Covenant bloodlines were born with these naturally, but we’ll have to create them artificially.” Each new symbol sent fire through my veins. I bit my lips to keep from crying out, tasting blood as the ritual blade traced patterns that seemed older than civilization itself. “Focus on the pain,” Moira instructed. “Don’t fight it, don’t try to escape it. Let it burn away everything that isn’t essential.” Easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one being carved like a sacrificial offering. The tent around us had been transformed into something that belonged in ancient legends rather than a military compound. Crystals arranged in geometric patterns hummed with stored energy, while braziers filled with exotic herbs cast strange shadows that seemed to move independently of their flames. “Tell me about the Eclipse Covenant,” I gasped as Moira began work on a particularly complex symbol near my heart. “What happened to them? Why did they disappear?” “Fear,” she replied simply. “Other packs couldn’t tolerate the idea of wolves with godlike power walking among them. The Covenant tried to use their abilities peacefully, but their very existence was seen as a threat to the natural order.” The blade carved deeper, and I felt something fundamental shift inside my chest. Power that had been flowing like a river suddenly became an ocean, vast and deep and hungry for release. “They were hunted,” Moira continued, “systematically exterminated by alliances of lesser packs who feared what they couldn’t understand. The few survivors went into hiding, diluting their bloodlines with ordinary wolves until the abilities became dormant.” “But not lost,” I managed between gritted teeth. “Never lost. Just sleeping, waiting for the right circumstances to awaken.” She paused in her carving to meet my eyes. “Waiting for someone desperate enough to risk everything to unlock what their ancestors left behind.” The final symbol was the worst a spiral pattern that seemed to drill into my forehead like a physical presence. As Moira completed it, every other mark on my body flared to life simultaneously. Silver fire raced along the carved channels, setting my nerves ablaze with supernatural energy. I screamed. The sound that emerged from my throat carried harmonics that shattered two of the ritual crystals and sent ripples through the tent’s fabric. Power exploded outward from my body in waves, washing over everything in range with raw, unfiltered force. Through the overwhelming sensation, I was dimly aware of Moira staggering backward, her face pale with shock. This was beyond what she had expected, beyond what the ancient records had prepared her for. “The meditation!” she shouted over the sound of energy crackling through the air. “You need to center yourself before the power consumes you!” But centering was impossible when every nerve in my body was on fire. The ritual marks blazed like brands, and through them I could feel… everything. Every wolf in the compound, their heartbeats synchronizing with mine. Every blade of grass in the surrounding forest, swaying to rhythms I didn’t understand. The very stones of the mountain, humming with geological songs that had echoed for millennia. I was connected to it all, part of a web of life and power that stretched far beyond anything I had imagined possible. “Selene!” Moira’s voice seemed to come from very far away. “You need to pull back! The connection is too strong it will kill you!” But I didn’t want to pull back. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. The loneliness that had haunted me since childhood, the sense of being permanently displaced, the feeling that I was fundamentally different from everyone around me all of it made sense now. I wasn’t broken. I was just awakening to what I had always been meant to become. The tent flap burst open, admitting Darius and several warriors whose faces showed panic and determination in equal measure. “What’s happening?” Darius demanded, his eyes widening as he took in the scene Moira pressed against the tent wall, me floating several inches above the ground in a cocoon of silver radiance, crystals exploding into fragments that danced through the air like deadly snow. “Awakening,” Moira gasped. “But it’s too much, too fast. She’s accessing power that should take decades to develop safely.” Through the overwhelming sensations, I heard Darius approach. His presence registered differently than the others not just another heartbeat in the web, but something that resonated with my awakening abilities in ways I didn’t understand. “Selene,” he said quietly, his voice somehow cutting through the chaos. “Come back to us.” The simple command created an anchor point in the storm of sensation. I focused on his voice, his presence, using it to pull myself back from the brink of dissolution. Slowly, painfully, I began to withdraw from the vast connection. The silver fire around me dimmed to a manageable glow, and I settled back onto the ground with muscles that felt like water. “Better,” Moira breathed, moving cautiously closer. “You managed to establish control before the power consumed you completely.” I looked down at my arms, seeing the ritual marks still glowing faintly beneath my skin. But they no longer felt like foreign intrusions they felt like part of me, channels through which I could direct abilities that would have destroyed me otherwise. “How do you feel?” Darius asked. I considered the question carefully. Every sense was enhanced beyond normal limits I could hear conversations in distant parts of the compound, smell the approaching storm that still lay hours away, feel the emotional states of every wolf within a mile radius. “Different,” I said finally. “Like I’ve been sleepwalking my entire life and finally woke up.” “And the power? Can you control it?” I held up my hand, letting silver light flow across my fingers in controlled patterns. The energy responded to my will now, no longer the wild force that had nearly consumed me during the ritual. “Getting there,” I admitted. A commotion outside the tent interrupted our conversation. Voices raised in alarm, the sound of running feet, the distinctive call of scouts returning with urgent news. Marcus burst through the tent flap, his face grim with fresh intelligence. “Alpha, Bloodfang forces have reached the outer perimeter. They’re not stopping to make camp Kael is ordering an immediate assault.” Darius cursed under his breath. “How long do we have?” “An hour, maybe less. They’re moving fast, using the cover of the approaching storm to mask their approach.” I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the protests from muscles that felt like they’d been struck by lightning. The awakening was complete, but barely. I had accessed power beyond imagining, but mastering it would take time I no longer possessed. “Then we fight with what we have,” I said, silver light already beginning to gather around my hands. Through the tent walls, I could feel every Nightshade wolf in the compound their fear, their determination, their desperate hope that somehow they might survive what was coming. It was time to find out if an awakened Eclipse Covenant heir could turn hope into reality.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael’s banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. “Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported,” Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. “Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages.” Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn’t match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall. “Our defenses won’t hold against sustained magical assault,” Darius said quietly. “Not for long.” I studied the approaching forces through the enhanced senses my awakening had provided. Each Bloodfang warrior registered as a distinct presence in my awareness, their intentions clear as daylight. But there was something else, something that made my blood run cold. “Maris is with them,” I said, pointing toward a figure riding beside Kael’s distinctive black destrier. “And she’s… different.” Even at this distance, I could sense the power radiating from my former friend. Not the natural enhancement that came from pack bonds, but something artificial, forced. Magic that had been grafted onto her like a weapon rather than awakened from within. “Bloodfang has its own mages now,” Moira observed, appearing beside us on the wall with her arms full of healing supplies. “Kael must have made alliances, traded resources for magical support.” “Or stolen them,” I replied, remembering the intelligence networks, the systematic betrayals. “He’s been planning this for months, maybe years.” A horn blast from the Bloodfang lines announced the beginning of their assault. But instead of the expected charge, their warriors spread into formation while the battle-mages moved forward. “Magical bombardment,” Darius realized. “They’re going to try to crack our walls before committing infantry.” The first spell struck like a meteor, shattering stone and sending defenders scrambling for cover. Then another, and another, each impact weakening the ancient fortifications that had protected Nightshade for generations. “We can’t just stand here and take this,” Agatha snarled from her position near the main gate. “We need to disrupt their casting somehow.” “Leave that to me,” I said, silver light already beginning to gather around my hands. But before I could act, Moira gripped my arm with surprising strength. “Wait. Look at their formation more carefully.” I followed her gaze, using my enhanced senses to study the Bloodfang positions. What I saw made my heart sink. The battle-mages weren’t just targeting our walls they were creating a containment circle, weaving magical barriers that would prevent anyone from escaping the compound. This wasn’t meant to be a battle at all. It was meant to be a capture operation. “He’s trapping us,” I breathed. “Kael doesn’t want to destroy Nightshade he wants to take it intact, along with everyone inside.” “Including you,” Darius said grimly. Another spell impact shook the walls, followed by Kael’s voice amplified by magical means. His words carried clearly across the battlefield, intended for every ear in the compound. “Wolves of Nightshade! You have harbored a traitor, given shelter to the Luna who betrayed her own pack. Surrender her to justice, and you will be spared. Continue to protect her, and you will share her fate.” Angry shouts rose from the defenders, but I could also hear uncertainty in some voices. Kael’s offer was tempting trade one former enemy for the lives of everyone they cared about. “He’s trying to turn you against me,” I observed. “Let him try,” Agatha called back, her sword gleaming as she raised it defiantly. “We’ve seen what kind of justice Bloodfang offers.” But the magical bombardment was intensifying. Cracks appeared in the main wall, spreading like spiderwebs with each new impact. At this rate, the defenses would collapse within minutes. “I have to end this quickly,” I said, power beginning to build within the ritual channels Moira had carved. “Before they break through.” “Selene, wait ” Darius began. I didn’t wait. Silver fire exploded from my body as I vaulted over the wall, landing in the open ground between the two forces. The impact of my arrival sent shockwaves through both armies, causing warriors on both sides to stumble. “Kael!” I called, my voice carrying supernatural harmonics that made the very air tremble. “You want me? Come and take me yourself!” The magical bombardment ceased as every eye fixed on me. I stood alone in the killing ground between two armies, silver radiance blazing from my skin like captured starfire. Kael spurred his destrier forward, stopping just beyond sword range. Up close, I could see how the months had changed him his face was gaunt with obsession, his eyes burning with the fever of someone who had sacrificed everything for a single goal. “My beautiful Luna,” he said, his voice carrying across the sudden silence. “Look what you’ve become. Look what power you’ve been hiding from me.” “I’m not hiding anymore,” I replied. “And I’m not your Luna.” “You will always be mine,” he snarled. “The Moon Goddess herself bound us together. No amount of borrowed power can change that.” Silver fire flared around me as anger surged through the awakened channels. “The bond is broken. You severed it yourself when you chose another.” “A temporary convenience.” Kael gestured toward Maris, who rode forward to flank him. “Easily discarded when you return to your proper place.” Maris’s presence hit me like a physical blow. The woman I had trusted above all others had been transformed into something alien, her natural warmth replaced by cold magical enhancement. When she smiled, it was with teeth that gleamed too sharp, eyes that held no recognition of our former friendship. “Hello, Selene,” she said, her voice layered with magical harmonics. “Did you miss me?” “What did he do to you?” I whispered, seeing the magical grafts that covered her arms like metallic veins. “He made me powerful,” she replied. “Strong enough to drag you home where you belong.” The two of them flanked me now, their combined presence radiating threat and supernatural enhancement. Behind them, three hundred Bloodfang warriors waited for the order to charge. But I was no longer the broken Luna they had cast aside. I was something else entirely awakened, empowered, and absolutely furious at the cost of their ambitions. “You want to see power?” I asked, letting silver fire build until it blazed like a miniature sun. “Let me show you what you discarded.” The battle for Nightshade’s future was about to begin in earnest.

Power sang in my veins as Kael and Maris circled me like predators stalking wounded prey. But I was no longer wounded I was awakened, transformed, connected to forces they couldn’t begin to comprehend. “Last chance, Selene,” Kael called, his voice carrying across the battlefield. “Surrender now, and your new friends might survive what’s coming.” “Counter-offer,” I replied, silver fire blazing brighter around my hands. “Withdraw now, and you might survive what I’ve become.” Maris laughed, the sound sharp and artificial. “Arrogant as always. Do you really think your borrowed power can stand against proper magical training?” She raised her hands, and dark energy began to coalesce around her fingers not the natural pack magic I was familiar with, but something that reeked of corruption and forced enhancement. The grafted channels in her arms pulsed with sickly light as she prepared her attack. “This isn’t you,” I said, trying one last time to reach the woman who had once been my closest friend. “Whatever he’s done to you, whatever he’s promised ” “He promised me everything you had,” Maris snarled. “Title, power, respect. And when I help him reclaim you, I’ll have it all permanently.” The dark energy lashed out like a whip, striking the ground where I had been standing. But I was no longer there the awakening had enhanced my speed beyond human limitations, letting me dodge attacks that should have been impossible to avoid. My counter-strike came instantly. Silver fire erupted from my hands, forming barriers that deflected Maris’s follow-up spells while I assessed the situation. Behind the two of them, Kael’s warriors were forming into assault formation, waiting for their leaders to subdue me before launching their main attack. I couldn’t fight three hundred enemies and win. But maybe I didn’t have to fight them all at once. Power flowed through the ritual channels Moira had carved, connecting me to every living thing within range. The Nightshade wolves on the walls, their heartbeats synchronizing with mine. The very stones of the mountain, humming with geological energy. Even some of the Bloodfang warriors, their natural pack bonds creating vulnerabilities I could exploit. “You feel it, don’t you?” I called to the assembled armies. “The connection. The power that flows between all wolves, regardless of pack loyalty.” Several Bloodfang warriors shifted uneasily, their weapons wavering as they sensed the supernatural forces building around me. “Eclipse Covenant magic,” Kael spat, recognition dawning in his fevered eyes. “I should have guessed. The lost bloodline, thought extinct for good reason.” “Not lost,” I corrected. “Just sleeping.” I reached out through the awakened connections, touching the minds of every wolf within range. Not to control that would have been an abomination but to offer them choice. To show them what they were really fighting for. Images flashed through the battlefield like shared dreams. Maris’s betrayal, revealed in all its calculated cruelty. Kael’s obsession, displayed in memories of the night he had cast me aside. The intelligence networks that had led to so many deaths, the systematic deceptions that had made this war inevitable. Several Bloodfang warriors lowered their weapons, horror dawning on their faces as they saw the truth their leaders had hidden. “Lies!” Maris shrieked, dark energy lashing out in all directions. “Illusions meant to weaken your resolve!” But the damage was done. Doubt rippled through the Bloodfang ranks like poison, creating gaps in their formation that had nothing to do with military tactics. Kael saw it too, and his face contorted with rage. “Enough games,” he snarled, drawing a sword that gleamed with its own malevolent light. “If I can’t have you willingly, I’ll take you broken.” He spurred his destrier forward in a charge that should have trampled me into the ground. But instead of dodging, I stood my ground and let silver fire explode outward in a dome of protective energy. The impact was tremendous. Kael’s enhanced blade struck my barrier with force that should have shattered mountains, but the Eclipse Covenant power held. More than held it reflected the attack back at him, sending both horse and rider tumbling across the battlefield. Maris screamed in fury, pouring everything she had into a spell that turned the air itself into weapons. Dark energy formed into spears, swords, arrows, all of them aimed at my heart. I caught them all in silver light, holding the deadly projectiles suspended inches from my skin. Then, with careful precision, I transformed them into something else entirely healing energy that flowed out to touch every wounded wolf on both sides of the battle. “Stop fighting each other,” I called, my voice carrying across the entire battlefield. “Look at what your leaders have cost you. Look at what they’re willing to sacrifice for their personal ambitions.” More Bloodfang warriors stepped back, their loyalty cracking under the weight of revealed truth. But their battle-mages remained committed, weaving spells that turned the very ground into quicksand, trying to trap me in place while Kael recovered. I sank into the earth up to my knees before the awakened power flared again. Silver fire didn’t just free me from the trap it transformed the spell into something beneficial, turning poisoned ground into fertile soil that bloomed with wildflowers. “Impossible,” one of the battle-mages breathed. “Not impossible,” I corrected. “Just awakened to what magic was always meant to be.” The Eclipse Covenant hadn’t been warriors in the traditional sense. They had been healers, builders, wolves who used their power to nurture life rather than destroy it. But they had also been formidable when threatened, capable of turning any attack into something that served their purposes instead. Kael hauled himself upright, blood streaming from a dozen wounds. “You think this changes anything? You’re still one wolf against an army!” “No,” said a familiar voice behind me. “She’s one wolf fighting beside an army.” I turned to see Darius leading a charge of Nightshade warriors down from the compound walls. But they weren’t alone several dozen Bloodfang wolves had switched sides, their weapons now pointed at their former packmates. The revelation of truth had shattered Kael’s force more effectively than any military strategy. “Traitors!” Maris shrieked, dark energy lashing out at the defectors. “I’ll kill you all!” But her spells met silver barriers as I interposed myself between the fleeing wolves and their former leaders. The Eclipse Covenant power wasn’t just about personal enhancement it was about protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. “This ends now,” I announced, gathering every scrap of awakened energy. “No more lies, no more manipulation, no more war over personal obsessions.” Silver fire erupted skyward like a beacon, visible for miles in every direction. And with it came a choice that every wolf on the battlefield could feel in their bones continue fighting for leaders who had betrayed their trust, or lay down weapons and seek a better path. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Weapons clattered to the ground as Bloodfang warriors surrendered, their loyalty finally broken beyond repair. Only Kael and Maris remained defiant, dark power swirling around them as they prepared for a final assault. “If I can’t have you,” Kael snarled, “then no one can.” The spell he began weaving was pure destruction, designed to kill everyone within a hundred yards regardless of their allegiances. But I was ready for him. Silver fire met dark magic in a collision that lit up the sky like a second sun. And when the light faded, only one of us remained standing.

The aftermath of magical collision left the battlefield eerily quiet. Smoke rose from scorched earth where conflicting energies had torn reality itself, while the scent of ozone and burned magic hung heavy in the air. Kael lay motionless twenty feet away, his body twisted and broken by forces no mortal frame was meant to withstand. The sword that had gleamed with malevolent power was now just ordinary steel, its enchantments consumed in the magical conflagration. Maris had fared little better. The artificial enhancements that had made her so dangerous were gone, leaving her unconscious and eerily peaceful. For the first time in months, she looked like the woman I had once called friend. Around us, the combined armies watched in stunned silence. The demonstration of Eclipse Covenant power had ended the battle before it truly began, but at a cost I was only beginning to understand. I tried to take a step forward and nearly collapsed. The awakened power that had flowed through me so effortlessly during combat was now a guttering flame, barely enough to keep me conscious. Every ritual mark Moira had carved burned like acid, and I could feel the channels themselves beginning to crack under the strain of what I had attempted. “Selene!” Darius reached me just as my legs gave out, catching me before I could hit the ground. “Talk to me. Are you injured?” “Not injured,” I gasped. “Drained. The power… it’s more than my body can handle safely.” Through my enhanced senses still active despite my exhaustion I could feel the magical aftermath rippling outward. Every wolf for miles would know that something unprecedented had happened here, that forces thought extinct had returned to the world. “We need to get you to the healers,” Darius said, lifting me carefully. “Wait.” I caught his arm with what little strength remained. “Check on them first. Kael and Maris. They might still be alive.” He hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave my side, but duty won out. While he examined the fallen leaders, I let my awareness expand one final time, checking the status of everyone on the battlefield. The Bloodfang army was in complete disarray. Nearly half had surrendered outright, their weapons abandoned as they grappled with the revelations my power had forced them to confront. The remainder stood in confused clusters, leaderless and uncertain what to do next. Among the Nightshade defenders, exhaustion and relief warred for dominance. They had survived what should have been an impossible battle, but the cost was yet to be determined. “Kael is alive,” Darius reported, returning to my side. “Barely. Whatever you did to him, it broke more than just his magic. Maris is unconscious but stable. The artificial enhancements are completely gone.” “Good,” I said, meaning it. For all their crimes, I hadn’t wanted to become a killer. “Alpha!” Marcus approached at a run, his face grim with fresh concerns. “We have a problem. Reports are coming in from our scouts other packs are mobilizing. Word of the battle is spreading faster than expected.” Darius cursed under his breath. “How many?” “At least three major packs, possibly more. They’re converging on our territory from different directions.” The implications hit me like a physical blow. My display of Eclipse Covenant power hadn’t just ended this battle it had announced to the entire region that the bloodline everyone feared had returned. They wouldn’t wait to see if I was peaceful or hostile. They would simply assume the worst and act accordingly. “A new war,” I whispered. “Because of what I am.” “Because of what you represent,” Darius corrected gently. “The return of power that was thought safely extinct. They’re acting out of fear, not logic.” He was probably right, but that didn’t make the situation any less dire. Nightshade had just survived one battle, only to face the prospect of several more against enemies who would be better prepared for what they faced. “I have to leave,” I realized with growing certainty. “As long as I’m here, you’ll be a target. Other packs will keep coming until ” “No.” Darius’s voice carried absolute finality. “You’re not running again. We face this together, or not at all.” Before I could argue, Moira appeared at my other side, her healer’s instincts overriding any other concerns. “She needs immediate treatment,” she announced. “The ritual channels are destabilizing, and if they collapse completely…” She didn’t need to finish. I could feel it myself the power that had awakened was consuming me from within, burning through pathways that hadn’t been designed to carry such energy. “The healing tents,” Darius decided. “Everything else can wait until she’s stable.” As they carried me back toward the compound, I caught a glimpse of the broader battlefield. Bloodfang and Nightshade warriors were working together now, tending the wounded without regard for former allegiances. The shared revelation of truth had created bonds that transcended old rivalries. But as consciousness faded around the edges of my vision, I wondered if awakening to my true nature had come too late to save anyone including myself.

I woke to the sound of chanting. Ancient voices wove through the air in harmonies that seemed older than stone, their words in a language that bypassed my conscious mind and spoke directly to my blood. The melody was hauntingly familiar the same lullaby that had echoed through my visions, the song that had burned itself into my dreams. My eyes opened to find myself lying on cold marble beneath a vaulted ceiling that disappeared into shadows. Moonlight streamed through stained glass windows, painting the floor in patterns of silver and blue that pulsed in rhythm with the chanting. The Hollow Moon Temple. I recognized it from my time as a servant, though I had never been inside before. This was where the Nightshade pack worshipped their ancestors, where ancient rituals were performed under the moon’s watchful eye. “You’re awake.” Moira’s voice came from somewhere to my left. “Good. I was beginning to worry we’d lost you entirely.” I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Pain lanced through every muscle, and the ritual marks carved into my skin felt like they were on fire. “How long was I unconscious?” “Three days. Your body shut down completely after the power expenditure.” Moira appeared in my peripheral vision, her face etched with exhaustion and concern. “The awakening channels were never meant to carry that much energy. You nearly burned yourself out permanently.” Three days. I had been unconscious for three days while… “What happened to the armies? The battle?” “Ended when you collapsed. Most of Bloodfang surrendered immediately seeing their leaders defeated and their cause revealed as lies broke whatever fight remained in them.” Moira helped me sit up slowly, supporting my weight as the world spun around me. “Kael is alive but broken. His magical enhancements were completely destroyed, and something about the power backlash damaged his mind. He barely remembers his own name.” “And Maris?” “Recovering. The artificial grafts left her system poisoned, but she should survive. Whether she’ll retain any memories of her actions…” Moira shrugged. “Time will tell.” I looked around the temple, noting the way moonlight seemed to bend and focus on the altar where I lay. “Why am I here instead of the healing tents?” “Because normal healing couldn’t help you. The damage you sustained wasn’t physical it was spiritual, supernatural. Only the old rituals could reach the kind of trauma an Eclipse Covenant awakening inflicts.” The chanting grew louder, and I realized we weren’t alone in the temple. Figures in silver robes moved through the shadows, their faces hidden by deep hoods. But their voices were familiar Nightshade wolves I had worked beside, fought beside, bled beside. “They’ve been here for three days,” Moira explained. “Maintaining the ritual that’s keeping you anchored to this world. The awakening tried to dissolve you back into pure energy. Without their constant effort…” She didn’t need to finish. I would have died, consumed by power too great for any mortal frame to contain. “Thank you,” I whispered to the chanting figures. Several nodded acknowledgment, never breaking the rhythm that held me together. “There’s more,” Moira continued. “While you’ve been unconscious, representatives from other packs have been arriving. Word of the Eclipse Covenant’s return has spread across the entire region.” My heart sank. “How many?” “Seven major packs so far, with more expected. Some come as allies, drawn by the promise of fighting beside legendary power. Others…” Her expression darkened. “Others remember why the Covenant was exterminated the first time.” I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of history pressing down on my shoulders. My awakening hadn’t just changed my own fate it had destabilized the entire regional balance of power. “Where’s Darius?” I asked. “Meeting with the representatives. Trying to prevent a war that would consume every pack in the mountains.” Moira’s voice carried deep worry. “So far he’s managed to keep them talking instead of fighting, but patience is wearing thin.” “They want to see me.” “Some want to test you, to determine if you’re truly as powerful as the stories claim. Others want to kill you before you become too dangerous to stop.” Moira met my eyes directly. “And a few want to worship you as the return of divine power to the world.” The last option was somehow more terrifying than the others. I had never wanted to be anyone’s goddess, never sought the kind of reverence that turned people into fanatics. “I need to see Darius,” I said, trying to swing my legs over the altar’s edge. “You need to rest,” Moira countered firmly. “The awakening nearly killed you. Pushing yourself too soon could finish what the power expenditure started.” But even as she spoke, I could hear commotion from outside the temple. Raised voices, the sound of weapons being drawn, the distinctive tension that preceded violence. Through the stained glass windows, I caught glimpses of torchlight and moving figures. Too many figures, arranged in what looked suspiciously like battle formations. “They’re not going to wait for me to recover,” I realized. Moira followed my gaze, her face paling as she took in the scene outside. “The negotiations must have failed.” I forced myself upright, ignoring the protests from every part of my body. The chanting voices rose in pitch, their rhythm becoming urgent as they sensed the approaching crisis. “Help me to my feet,” I commanded. “Selene, you’re not ready ” “I’m never going to be ready,” I interrupted. “But ready or not, my people need me.” The word surprised me as soon as it left my mouth. My people. When had I started thinking of the Nightshade wolves that way? When had their survival become more important than my own? But there was no time to examine the shift. Outside the temple, steel was beginning to ring against steel as diplomatic words gave way to deadly action. Moira helped me stand, her hands glowing with healing energy that did little to ease the bone-deep exhaustion. “If you insist on this madness, at least take some protection.” She gestured to the altar behind us, where someone had laid out a set of armor unlike anything I had ever seen. The metal gleamed with its own inner light, silver plates inscribed with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn’t looking directly at them. “Eclipse Covenant battle gear,” she explained. “Found in the temple’s deepest vaults, waiting for someone with the bloodline to claim it.” I reached for the armor with trembling fingers, gasping as the metal responded to my touch. It was warm, almost alive, molding itself to my frame as though it had been crafted specifically for me. The moment the final piece settled into place, power flowed back into my depleted channels. Not the overwhelming flood of the awakening, but a steady stream that reinforced my failing strength. “Better?” Moira asked. I flexed my fingers experimentally, watching silver light dance across the armor’s surface. “Much.” The temple doors burst open, admitting Darius and several warriors whose faces showed panic and desperation. Behind them, the sounds of battle were growing louder. “Selene,” Darius said, relief flooding his voice when he saw me upright. “Thank the goddess. We need you out there.” “What’s the situation?” “Seven packs have formed a coalition against us. They’re demanding your surrender for execution, claiming you’re too dangerous to let live.” His gray eyes were grim with the weight of impossible odds. “We’re outnumbered ten to one.” I walked toward the temple doors, my armor humming with contained energy. “Then we’d better even those odds.” As I stepped into the night air, I could see the coalition forces surrounding the compound like a living wall of steel and fang. Hundreds of wolves from across the region, united in their fear of what I represented. But they had made one critical mistake in their calculations. They had assumed I would fight like the Eclipse Covenant of legend alone, isolated, relying solely on individual power. They were about to learn that this Covenant heir had something her ancestors never possessed: a pack willing to stand with her against the world. Silver fire blazed to life around me as I strode toward the gates, and behind me, every Nightshade wolf felt their strength double. It was time to show them what unity truly meant

The coalition forces spread across the valley like a living sea of steel and shadow, their banners streaming in the wind that carried the scent of approaching storm. Seven major packs, unified in their fear of what I represented, had brought their finest warriors to end the Eclipse Covenant bloodline once and for all. From the compound walls, I could see their formation not the chaotic mob I had hoped for, but disciplined battle lines that spoke of careful coordination. These weren’t frightened wolves acting on impulse. They were seasoned fighters who had planned this assault down to the smallest detail. “Ironmaw holds the center,” Marcus reported, his spyglass trained on the enemy positions. “Shadowmere and Frostclaw on the flanks. The others are spread in support formations.” “Battle-mages?” I asked, though I could already sense them through my awakened abilities dozens of wolves trained in combat magic, their power focused and ready. “At least fifty, possibly more. They’re masking their signatures, but the concentration of magical energy is… significant.” Significant enough to level the entire compound if properly coordinated. Even with Eclipse Covenant power flowing through me, I wasn’t certain I could counter that much focused magical force. “Our numbers?” Darius asked from beside me. “Two hundred Nightshade warriors, plus the Bloodfang defectors who chose to stay.” Agatha’s voice was grim. “Against roughly two thousand coalition forces.” Ten to one odds, just as Darius had estimated. In any conventional battle, those numbers would mean certain annihilation. But this wouldn’t be a conventional battle. “They’re moving,” Elena observed from her position near the main gate. “Advance scouts, testing our defensive positions.” I watched the enemy probes approach, small groups of warriors moving with careful precision. They weren’t trying to breach our defenses yet they were mapping them, looking for weaknesses to exploit in the main assault. “Let them look,” I said quietly. “They won’t find what they’re expecting.” The Eclipse Covenant armor hummed against my skin, its ancient power resonating with the awakened channels Moira had carved. But more than that, I could feel every wolf in the compound their heartbeats synchronizing with mine, their strength flowing into shared reserves that multiplied rather than divided. This was what the original Covenant had never fully understood. They had focused on individual power, on standing apart from ordinary wolves. But true strength came from connection, from bonds that enhanced everyone rather than elevating one. A horn blast echoed across the valley as the coalition forces began their advance. Not a charge they were too disciplined for that but a methodical approach that would bring overwhelming force to bear on our weakest points. “Here they come,” Darius said unnecessarily. I placed my hand on his shoulder, feeling the connection between us flare with silver light. Through him, I reached every Nightshade warrior, every Bloodfang defector who had chosen to stand with us, every wolf willing to fight for something greater than fear. Power flowed outward like a tide, not overwhelming or controlling, but offering. Each warrior could choose how much enhancement to accept, how much of themselves to share with the collective strength. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Every wolf on our walls blazed with silver radiance as they accepted the connection, their abilities enhanced beyond anything they had ever experienced. “By the goddess,” Agatha breathed, staring down at her hands as they glowed with supernatural light. “What have you done to us?” “I’ve shown you what we could always have been,” I replied. “If we choose to stand together.” The coalition forces struck our outer defenses like a tsunami of steel and fang. But instead of the quick breakthrough they expected, they met resistance that defied all tactical logic. Our warriors moved with impossible coordination, their enhanced strength turning defensive positions into impregnable fortresses. Magical bombardments that should have shattered stone were absorbed and redirected, turned into healing energy that flowed through our ranks. Assault teams that broke through one section found themselves facing defenders who had materialized from thin air, moving faster than thought. “Impossible,” I heard one of the coalition battle-mages shout. “They’re sharing power somehow! Individual enhancement on a pack-wide scale!” They were right, of course. But understanding what I was doing and countering it were very different things. The first assault wave shattered against our defenses like water against stone. The second fared little better, despite concentrated magical support. By the third attempt, I could see doubt creeping into the coalition ranks. But their leaders weren’t finished. Through my enhanced senses, I felt them regrouping, consolidating their magical resources for one overwhelming strike. If they couldn’t break us with conventional tactics, they would simply obliterate the entire compound and everything in it. “They’re preparing something large,” Moira observed, her healer’s instincts picking up the building magical pressure. “Coordinated casting on a scale I’ve never seen before.” I could feel it too fifty battle-mages weaving their power together into something that would dwarf even the magical collision that had defeated Kael. This wouldn’t be targeted destruction; it would be absolute annihilation. “Can you counter it?” Darius asked. I considered the question honestly. The Eclipse Covenant armor was channeling vast amounts of power, and every wolf in the compound was contributing their strength to our shared reserves. But what the coalition was building felt like the wrath of gods made manifest. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I’m going to try.” I vaulted over the wall, landing in the open ground between the two forces just as I had done when facing Kael. But this time, I wasn’t alone. Silver light blazed from every Nightshade warrior as they followed me over the walls, their enhanced abilities turning them into legends made flesh. The coalition forces fell back instinctively, their confidence shaken by the sight of wolves who blazed like captured starlight. But their battle-mages continued their casting, the air itself beginning to warp under the pressure of accumulated power. “Stand down!” I called across the battlefield, my voice carrying supernatural harmonics that made the very mountains tremble. “This doesn’t have to end in slaughter!” “The Eclipse Covenant must not be allowed to rise again!” The response came from the coalition’s center, where a wolf in elaborate ceremonial armor stood surrounded by magical advisors. “Your bloodline was exterminated once for good reason!” “Because you feared what you couldn’t control,” I shot back. “Because you preferred weakness to strength, division to unity!” The magical pressure peaked, reality itself beginning to fray at the edges as fifty battle-mages prepared to unleash concentrated destruction. In a few seconds, everything I cared about would be reduced to ash and memory. But I had one card left to play. Instead of trying to counter their magic directly, I reached out through every connection I had forged. Not just to the Nightshade wolves, or the Bloodfang defectors, but to every living thing within range. The trees, the grass, the very stones of the mountain all of it connected by forces older than civilization. And through those connections, I offered a choice. The coalition’s spell discharged like the birth of a new star, raw destruction given form and purpose. But instead of obliterating everything in its path, it struck something none of them had expected. A barrier made not of magic, but of will. The combined determination of every living thing for miles around, united in the simple desire to survive. The magical collision lit up the sky like a second dawn, visible for hundreds of miles in every direction. When the light finally faded, both armies stood in stunned silence. The compound was intact. Every wolf on both sides remained standing, protected by forces they couldn’t begin to understand. “How?” the coalition leader breathed. “By remembering what we all are,” I replied, silver fire dying to a gentle glow around my hands. “Wolves. Pack animals. Stronger together than we could ever be apart.” I looked around at the assembled armies, seeing fear giving way to wonder, hostility transforming into curiosity. “The Eclipse Covenant isn’t returning to rule over you,” I continued. “It’s returning to serve. To protect. To unite what was always meant to be one.” The silence stretched for long moments. Then, one by one, weapons began dropping to the ground as coalition warriors made their choice. They had come to destroy the return of legendary power. Instead, they had discovered what that power was truly meant for

The aftermath of victory was quieter than the battle itself. Across the valley, wolves from eight different packs worked side by side, tending the wounded and clearing away the debris of abandoned weapons. The silver light that had blazed so brilliantly during our confrontation now flickered gently between individuals, creating connections that transcended old rivalries. I sat on a boulder overlooking the scene, the Eclipse Covenant armor still humming against my skin but its power banked to manageable levels. Every muscle in my body ached, and I could feel the familiar hollow exhaustion that followed major power expenditure. But this time, it felt different sustainable rather than destructive. “Regrets?” Darius asked, settling beside me with the careful movements of someone whose own reserves were thoroughly depleted. “About which part? Revealing what I am, starting a war, or ending it with magic that shouldn’t exist?” His lips quirked in what might have been amusement. “Any of it. All of it.” I considered the question while watching former enemies share water and medical supplies. “No,” I said finally. “For the first time since this began, I don’t have regrets about my choices.” Below us, a delegation from the coalition leadership was approaching the compound gates. Their weapons were sheathed, their banners lowered clear signs of peaceful intent. But I could sense their underlying tension, their uncertainty about what came next. “They’ll want to negotiate,” Darius observed. “They’ll want to understand,” I corrected. “What I am, what I want, whether the Eclipse Covenant represents a threat or an opportunity.” The delegation consisted of five Alphas, each representing one of the major coalition packs. I recognized some faces from intelligence reports leaders known for their tactical brilliance, their political cunning, their absolute dedication to their people’s survival. The kind of wolves who would make dangerous enemies or invaluable allies. “Selene of the Eclipse Covenant,” the lead Alpha said as they approached. She was perhaps fifty summers old, with silver-streaked hair and eyes that held the weight of decades in leadership. “I am Alpha Theron of Shadowmere. We come seeking words, not war.” “Then you’re welcome here,” I replied, rising to meet them. “Though I should point out that I’m still technically Selene of Nightshade. The Eclipse Covenant is a bloodline, not a pack.” “A distinction that may prove important,” another Alpha observed a younger man whose Ironmaw colors marked him as one of Darius’s traditional rivals. “Your display of power suggests abilities that could… reshape existing territorial arrangements.” The careful phrasing didn’t disguise his real concern. If I could enhance entire armies, what was to stop me from conquering every pack in the region? “Eclipse Covenant power doesn’t work that way,” I said, letting silver light dance briefly across my fingertips. “It requires willing participation, genuine connection. I can’t force wolves to accept enhancement any more than I can force them to trust me.” “But you could withdraw that enhancement,” Alpha Theron said shrewdly. “Create dependency that serves your interests.” She wasn’t wrong. The abilities I had awakened did carry that potential for abuse. But they also carried safeguards that the original Covenant had apparently understood better than their enemies. “Try to sever the connection,” I said, extending my hand toward her. She hesitated, then reached out to brush her fingers against mine. The moment our skin made contact, I felt her strength flow into the shared network that connected every willing wolf in the valley. “Now try to pull away,” I instructed. She attempted to withdraw from the connection and gasped in surprise when it held firm. Not because I was controlling it, but because her own instincts rebelled against the separation. “The enhancement creates mutual dependency,” I explained as she stared at her glowing fingertips. “I need willing participants to channel power safely, and they benefit from abilities beyond their natural limits. It’s symbiotic, not parasitic.” “Fascinating,” the Ironmaw Alpha murmured. “And terrifying. Such power could unite every pack in the region… or tear them apart fighting for access to it.” “Which is why I’m not offering to rule anyone,” I said firmly. “The Eclipse Covenant serves. It protects. It connects those willing to be connected. But it doesn’t govern.” The delegation exchanged meaningful glances, their political minds already working through implications I was still discovering myself. “You’re proposing an alliance structure,” Alpha Theron realized. “Voluntary cooperation enhanced by supernatural abilities, but without traditional pack hierarchies.” “I’m proposing survival,” I corrected. “In a few years, maybe less, threats will emerge that no single pack can handle alone. Climate changes that force mass migrations. Resource conflicts that span entire regions. Other supernatural bloodlines awakening to reclaim ancient territories.” I could see them processing this, their tactical minds shifting from immediate concerns to longer-term strategic planning. “And you believe the Eclipse Covenant can help us prepare for such challenges?” the Ironmaw Alpha asked. “I believe united packs can survive what divided ones cannot,” I replied. “The Covenant abilities just make that unity more effective.” A commotion behind us announced new arrivals. Moira emerged from the compound accompanied by two figures I recognized with a mixture of relief and trepidation Kael and Maris, both conscious and coherent for the first time since our magical confrontation. Kael looked like a shadow of his former self. The obsessive intensity that had driven him was gone, replaced by hollow confusion. The magical enhancements that had made him so dangerous were completely destroyed, leaving him to grapple with memories he couldn’t quite fit together. Maris appeared healthier, though the artificial grafts that had enhanced her abilities had left scars across her arms and chest. When her eyes met mine, I saw recognition there and something that might have been shame. “Selene,” she said quietly, her voice carrying none of its former venom. “I… remember things. What I did. What we did.” “You were enhanced against your will,” I replied, though we both knew the truth was more complicated. “Magical coercion that made your natural emotions into weapons.” “But the emotions were real,” she said, tears beginning to stream down her face. “The jealousy, the ambition, the desire to take everything you had. The magic just… amplified what was already there.” Kael remained silent, his gaze vacant and unfocused. Whatever damage the magical backlash had caused seemed to have removed his ability to form coherent thoughts about recent events. “What happens to them?” Alpha Theron asked, her tone carefully neutral. “They’re under Nightshade protection until they can make their own choices,” Darius replied firmly. “Kael needs extensive healing that may take years. Maris…” He looked at my former friend with something approaching pity. “Maris will have to decide what kind of wolf she wants to be without artificial enhancement.” The political implications weren’t lost on anyone present. Two former enemies, now dependent on the mercy of those they had tried to destroy. It was either a powerful symbol of reconciliation or a dangerous precedent for treating defeated foes. “The Bloodfang pack needs leadership,” the Ironmaw Alpha observed. “With their Alpha incapacitated and their Luna…” He gestured vaguely at Maris. “Their territory could become contested ground.” “Not if it’s brought under the protection of our new alliance,” I said, the idea crystallizing as I spoke. “Voluntary integration that preserves pack identity while preventing conflicts over resources.” “You’re talking about fundamental changes to how packs interact,” Alpha Theron said slowly. “Territory sharing, resource pooling, coordinated defense against external threats.” “I’m talking about evolution,” I replied. “The old ways brought us to the brink of regional war over personal obsessions. Maybe it’s time to try something better.” The delegation fell silent as they considered the magnitude of what I was proposing. Not just an end to this particular conflict, but a complete restructuring of inter-pack relationships. “It would require trust,” one of the other Alphas said finally. “More trust than has existed between packs in generations.” “Then we start small,” I suggested. “Shared patrols along disputed borders. Joint training exercises. Cultural exchanges that let wolves from different packs understand each other.” “Enhanced by Eclipse Covenant abilities?” Alpha Theron asked. “When appropriate and requested,” I agreed. “The power serves the alliance, not the other way around.” As if summoned by our conversation, silver light began flickering between the assembled wolves throughout the valley. Not the blazing radiance of battle, but something gentler the soft glow of genuine connection taking root. “The bonds are already forming,” Moira observed, approaching our group with Elena and several other Nightshade wolves. “I can see the magical signatures strengthening between individuals from different packs.” She was right. What had begun as battlefield necessity was evolving into something deeper relationships that transcended old loyalties and created new possibilities. “So we try,” Alpha Theron said decisively. “A voluntary alliance with Eclipse Covenant enhancement as both symbol and practical tool. If it works…” “If it works, we’ll have created something that’s never existed before,” I finished. “A regional confederation based on mutual benefit rather than conquest.” “And if it fails?” I looked around at the growing connections, the former enemies working together, the hope beginning to replace fear in wolf after wolf. “Then we’ll have tried something worth failing for.”

Two weeks after the battle, the Hollow Moon Temple had been transformed into something unprecedented a meeting place for representatives from twelve different packs, all working to establish the framework of an alliance that had no historical precedent. I stood before the altar where I had recovered from my awakening, watching delegates debate territorial agreements with the same passion their ancestors had once reserved for warfare. The ancient stones hummed with gentle power, responding to the silver connections that now linked wolves from across the region. “Resource sharing protocols for the eastern valleys,” Marcus announced, consulting a scroll that seemed to grow longer with each passing day. “Ironmaw provides mineral rights, Shadowmere offers hunting access, Frostclaw maintains the mountain passes…” The complexity was staggering. Each pack brought unique strengths and needs to the alliance, requiring careful negotiation to ensure everyone benefited equally. But slowly, painstakingly, they were making it work. “And the Bloodfang territory?” asked Alpha Theron, who had become something of an unofficial spokesperson for the coalition-turned-alliance. “Under temporary protection while we establish long-term governance,” Darius replied. “Several smaller packs have expressed interest in settlement rights, with the understanding that they’ll be bound by alliance protocols.” It was working. Not perfectly, not without disputes and complications, but it was working. The Eclipse Covenant connections helped, allowing delegates to sense each other’s genuine emotions and intentions, making deception nearly impossible. But there were still challenges. “The Coastal Packs are requesting entry into the alliance,” Elena reported from her new position as communications coordinator. “They’ve heard rumors about our abilities and want to determine if they’re compatible with our structure.” “More packs mean more complications,” Agatha observed from her seat near the altar. “At some point, we’ll reach a size where coordination becomes impossible.” She had a point. The current alliance already stretched my abilities to maintain meaningful connections with everyone involved. Adding more packs might dilute the bonds that held us together. “Perhaps we need to consider regional chapters,” I suggested. “Smaller alliances that coordinate with each other but maintain local autonomy.” “A confederation of confederations?” Moira mused from where she was tending a brazier filled with herbs that helped amplify the temple’s natural power. “Complex, but potentially more stable than trying to micromanage every pack interaction.” The debate continued well into the evening, as it had every night since the alliance’s formation. But the arguments now centered on how to build something better rather than how to destroy each other, which felt like progress. As the formal session ended and delegates began retiring to their temporary quarters, I found myself alone with Darius in the temple’s main chamber. The silver connections between us had grown stronger over the past weeks, not quite the mate bond I had shared with Kael but something deeper and more complex. “Regrets now?” he asked, settling beside me on the altar steps. “About starting a political revolution instead of just ending a personal conflict?” I pretended to consider it seriously. “No, I think I’m still comfortable with accidentally reshaping regional governance.” His laugh was warm and genuine, the sound echoing pleasantly off the ancient stones. “Accidentally?” “Well, mostly accidentally,” I admitted. “I did want to prevent future wars, but I wasn’t exactly planning to become the supernatural glue holding together a dozen fractious packs.” “And yet here we are.” “Here we are,” I agreed. We sat in comfortable silence, watching silver light play between the temple’s carved pillars. Outside, I could sense the growing network of connections that linked alliance members across hundreds of miles bonds of trust and mutual support that were becoming stronger every day. But beneath the satisfaction of our progress, something nagged at me. A sense of unease that had been growing stronger as the alliance expanded, whispers at the edge of my consciousness that spoke of watching eyes and patient malice. “There’s something I need to tell you,” Darius said eventually, his tone becoming serious. I turned to look at him, noting the tension in his shoulders. “What is it?” “Scouts have reported unusual activity along the far northern borders. Wolves moving in organized formations, but not from any packs we recognize.” His gray eyes met mine with growing concern. “The magical signatures are… wrong. Corrupted, somehow.” My blood ran cold. The unease I had been feeling crystallized into genuine fear as possibilities raced through my mind. “How many?” I asked. “Unclear. Maybe fifty, maybe more. They’re using some kind of concealment magic that makes accurate counting difficult.” Darius pulled out a map marked with scout positions. “But here’s the concerning part they seem to be specifically probing alliance territory, testing our response times and defensive positions.” “They know what we are,” I realized. “They know about the Eclipse Covenant awakening and the alliance structure.” “Which suggests intelligence gathering on a sophisticated level. These aren’t random rogues or opportunistic raiders.” His expression was grim. “This is organized, planned, and directed at us specifically.” I stood and began pacing, my mind racing through possibilities. Other supernatural bloodlines awakening to challenge the Eclipse Covenant’s return? Foreign packs seeking to destroy the alliance before it could spread? Something worse? The silver connections throughout the temple pulsed with my agitation, responding to emotions I was trying to keep controlled. Through the network, I could sense alliance members across the region stirring restlessly in their sleep, touched by the same unease that was growing within me. “We need more information,” I decided. “Send out enhanced scout teams wolves linked to the network who can share real-time intelligence. And begin preparing the alliance for potential coordinated defense.” “Already in progress,” Darius confirmed. “But Selene… if this is what we think it might be, we could be facing threats that make the coalition battle look like a minor disagreement.” He was right. The alliance was still new, still learning to coordinate effectively. Throwing them into a major supernatural conflict before they had time to develop proper protocols could shatter everything we had built. “Then we adapt,” I said, silver light beginning to flow more strongly through the temple’s connections. “The Eclipse Covenant survived one attempt at extinction. It can survive another.” “And if survival isn’t enough? If they’re not just trying to destroy us, but to claim our abilities for themselves?” The question hit at the heart of my deepest fears. The power I had awakened was vast, potentially world-changing if properly harnessed. In the wrong hands, it could become a weapon of unimaginable destruction. “Then we make sure they don’t succeed,” I said with more confidence than I felt. As if summoned by our conversation, footsteps echoed through the temple’s entrance hall. Someone was approaching at this late hour, moving with purpose that suggested urgent news. The temple doors opened to admit a figure I hadn’t expected to see. Maris entered cautiously, her scarred arms wrapped around herself as she approached the altar. Over the past weeks, she had been making slow progress in her recovery, working to rebuild her sense of self without artificial enhancement. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said quietly, “but I have information you need to hear.” I studied my former friend, noting the way she held herself no longer the confident woman who had schemed for power, but someone broken who was slowly finding her way toward redemption. “What kind of information?” Darius asked, his hand moving instinctively toward his weapon despite Maris’s obvious vulnerability. “About the northern threats,” Maris replied, meeting my eyes directly. “The ones your scouts have been tracking. I… I remember things. From when I was enhanced. Kael had contacts, alliances with groups that shouldn’t exist.” “What kind of groups?” I pressed. Maris looked around the temple nervously, as though afraid her words might summon the very entities she was about to describe. When she spoke, her voice dropped to a whisper that somehow carried clearly in the sacred space. “Wolves who had undergone forced magical transformation, similar to what was done to me but… more extensive. More permanent. They called themselves the Void Seekers, and they weren’t interested in territorial conquest or political power.” “What did they want?” Darius asked. “Everything,” Maris replied, her scarred hands beginning to tremble. “They wanted to consume supernatural bloodlines, absorb their power to fuel transformations that would make them into something beyond normal wolves. And they’ve been preparing for the Eclipse Covenant’s return for decades.” The temple fell silent except for the soft hum of ancient power flowing through carved stone. Outside, the alliance continued its work of building something better, unaware that their greatest challenge was approaching from the shadows of history. But for the first time since my awakening, I felt truly afraid of what was coming.

The war council convened at dawn, but this time the atmosphere was markedly different from our previous gatherings. Where before we had dealt with conventional threats armies, territorial disputes, political maneuvering now we faced something that challenged our understanding of what was possible. Maris sat at the council table’s edge, her scarred hands folded as she prepared to reveal intelligence that had been buried in magically enhanced memories. Around her, alliance representatives leaned forward with expressions that mixed curiosity with deep unease. “The Void Seekers aren’t a traditional pack,” she began, her voice steady despite the weight of what she was sharing. “They’re wolves who have undergone systematic magical transformation, replacing natural abilities with artificial enhancements designed to consume supernatural power.” Alpha Theron frowned. “You mean they feed on magical energy?” “More than that. They absorb it, integrate it into their own systems.” Maris traced patterns on the table’s surface as she spoke, her movements unconsciously mimicking the ritual scarification that still marked her arms. “Kael made contact with them months ago, trading intelligence about supernatural bloodlines in exchange for enhancement techniques.” “The artificial grafts,” I realized. “The magic that was forced on you it wasn’t just meant to make you stronger. It was meant to prepare you for something else.” Maris nodded, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. “To serve as a conduit. If they had succeeded in capturing you during the battle, the grafts would have let them drain your Eclipse Covenant abilities directly into their network.” The implications hit like physical blows. Not just my power, but the abilities of every wolf connected to the alliance network. Hundreds of enhanced individuals, all linked through bonds that could be exploited by beings designed specifically to consume supernatural energy. “How many of them exist?” Darius asked, his tactical mind already working through defensive scenarios. “Unknown. The memories are fragmented, but I recall references to ‘dozens of collection teams’ and ‘centuries of preparation.’” Maris met my eyes directly. “They’ve been systematically hunting supernatural bloodlines for generations, absorbing abilities and growing stronger with each success.” “And now they’re coming for us,” Marcus observed grimly. “They’re already here,” I corrected, extending my senses through the alliance network. “I can feel them at the edges of our territory, probing our connections, testing the strength of our bonds.” What I sensed made my blood run cold. Not the warm, living presence of natural wolves, but something hollow and hungry voids in the shape of consciousness, designed to consume rather than create. “We need to warn the outer settlements,” Alpha Theron said, rising from her chair. “Begin immediate evacuations ” “No,” I interrupted. “Running won’t help. They’re not interested in territory or conventional conquest. They want what we’ve become. And they’ll follow that network to the ends of the earth if necessary.” “Then what do you propose?” Agatha demanded, her warrior instincts clearly frustrated by an enemy that couldn’t be fought with traditional tactics. I looked around the council table at faces that had become dear to me over the past weeks former enemies turned allies, wolves who had risked everything to build something better. The silver connections between us pulsed with shared determination, but also with growing fear. Through the network, I could feel the approaching threat more clearly now. They moved like a disease through the forest, corrupting everything they touched, leaving dead zones in the magical landscape where life itself seemed to wither. “We fight,” I said simply. “But not the way they expect us to.” “Explain,” Darius commanded. “The Void Seekers are parasites. They absorb power, but they don’t truly understand it.” I stood and began pacing around the table, my mind working through possibilities. “They’ve spent generations consuming abilities without learning what those abilities were actually meant for.” “Which gives us what advantage?” “The advantage of understanding.” I paused beside Moira, who had been listening with the intense focus of someone recognizing dangerous patterns. “Eclipse Covenant power isn’t just about enhancement. It’s about connection, unity, creating bonds that strengthen everyone involved. That’s antithetical to everything the Void Seekers represent.” “You’re talking about using our own nature as a weapon,” Alpha Theron realized. “I’m talking about showing them what they’re really trying to consume.” Silver light began flickering around my hands as power flowed through the awakened channels. “They expect to drain individuals, to absorb abilities one at a time. But what happens when they encounter a network that feeds back?” Understanding dawned on several faces around the table. “You want to reverse the flow,” Marcus breathed. “Instead of them draining us, we drain them.” “Not drain. Transform.” I met each of their gazes in turn. “The Eclipse Covenant was never meant to destroy its enemies. It was meant to redeem them, to offer connection where there had been isolation.” “That’s incredibly dangerous,” Moira observed. “Attempting to forcibly connect beings designed to consume supernatural energy could destabilize the entire network.” She was right. What I was proposing would put every alliance member at risk, potentially destroying the bonds we had spent weeks building. But the alternative was allowing the Void Seekers to systematically harvest our abilities, growing stronger with each success until they became unstoppable. “There’s another consideration,” Maris said quietly. “The Void Seekers aren’t just enhanced wolves. According to the fragmented memories, they’ve absorbed abilities from multiple supernatural bloodlines over the centuries. Shape-shifters, elemental mages, even some abilities I don’t have names for.” “A composite enemy,” Darius mused. “Potentially more dangerous than any single bloodline, but also potentially less stable.” “Exactly. They’re held together by artificial bonds, sustained by consumed power rather than natural development. If we can disrupt those bonds…” I let the implication hang in the air. “They collapse,” Alpha Theron finished. “But so might we, if the attempt fails.” The council chamber fell silent as everyone weighed the risks against the alternatives. Through the alliance network, I could feel their emotions fear warring with determination, hope struggling against despair. But underneath it all, I sensed something else: trust. They trusted me to find a way through this crisis, just as I had found a way through every previous challenge. I hoped that trust wasn’t misplaced. “We’ll need to prepare carefully,” I said finally. “Strengthen the network bonds, establish fallback positions, create contingency plans for multiple failure scenarios.” “How long do we have?” Darius asked. Before I could answer, a commotion outside announced the arrival of scouts returning at emergency pace. The doors burst open to admit three wolves whose faces showed the particular exhaustion that came from riding hard through dangerous territory. One of them I recognized a young scout named Lyall who had volunteered for the most dangerous reconnaissance missions. His usual confidence was replaced by barely controlled terror. “Report,” Alpha Theron commanded. Lyall gasped for breath before speaking, his words tumbling out in urgent bursts. “They’re moving, Alpha. Not probing anymore full mobilization. At least two hundred of them, advancing in coordinated formations toward our primary settlements.” “Two hundred?” Darius’s voice was sharp with disbelief. “Are you certain?” “I counted them myself, Alpha. But that’s not the worst of it.” Lyall’s hands trembled as he pulled out a roughly sketched map. “They’re not just moving they’re changing the land as they pass. Trees withering, streams running black, the very ground turning barren.” I extended my senses toward the northern borders and immediately recoiled. The corruption was spreading faster than I had anticipated, a wave of supernatural blight that consumed everything in its path. “How long?” Darius repeated his question. “Twelve hours, maybe less. They’re moving faster than any natural force should be able to travel.” The council chamber erupted in urgent conversation as representatives began planning evacuations, defensive positions, communication protocols. But I found myself staring at Lyall’s crude map, seeing patterns in the Void Seekers’ advance that spoke to tactical knowledge far beyond what scattered supernatural parasites should possess. “This isn’t random,” I said, my voice cutting through the chaos. “Look at their approach vectors. They’re not just heading for our settlements they’re specifically targeting network connection points.” Darius studied the map, his expression growing grimmer. “You’re right. They know exactly how our alliance is structured.” “Which means they have intelligence sources we haven’t identified,” Alpha Theron observed. “Someone has been feeding them detailed information about our operations.” The implications were terrifying. The Void Seekers weren’t just supernatural parasites they were organized, informed, and had been planning this assault with inside knowledge of our capabilities and weaknesses. I closed my eyes and reached out through every bond we had built, touching the minds of hundreds of wolves across vast distances. The network was still intact, still strong, but I could sense corruption creeping in at the edges a slow poison that would weaken our connections just when we needed them most. Prepare yourselves, I sent through the network. The real test is about to begin. But even as I issued the warning, I wondered if we were already too late. The Void Seekers had been planning this for decades, while our alliance had existed for mere weeks. In twelve hours, we would discover whether connection could triumph over consumption, whether unity could stand against the hunger that had devoured supernatural bloodlines for centuries. The fate of every enhanced wolf in the region hung in the balance.

The corruption reached us before the enemy did. I felt it first as a disturbance in the network connections suddenly going dark as northern alliance members lost contact with the broader collective. Not the clean severance of death, but something worse: a gradual dimming as their abilities were slowly drained away. “Three more settlements have gone silent,” Marcus reported, his face pale with exhaustion after maintaining constant communication with our scattered scouts. “The last transmission mentioned ‘walking shadows’ and ‘hunger that devours light.’” We had gathered in the temple’s main chamber as reports trickled in throughout the night. Alliance representatives sat around tables covered in maps and intelligence reports, their usual debates replaced by grim planning for a battle none of them truly understood. Through the stained glass windows, I could see the first signs of approaching dawn. Twelve hours had passed since the scouts’ warning, but it felt like we had been preparing forever and somehow not nearly long enough. “Status of the evacuation?” Alpha Theron asked Elena, who had taken charge of coordinating civilian movement to the deep cave systems. “Ninety percent complete for the primary settlements,” Elena replied, consulting notes written in her careful script. “But the outer villages…” She hesitated. “Some refused to abandon their homes. They don’t believe the threat is real.” I closed my eyes and extended my senses once more, reaching through weakening connections toward the northern territories. What I felt there made my stomach clench with dread. Emptiness. Not the absence of wolves, but the absence of life itself. The Void Seekers weren’t just draining supernatural abilities they were consuming the very essence that animated living creatures. “The settlements that went dark,” I said quietly. “They’re not just cut off from the network. They’re gone. Everyone in them.” Silence fell over the council chamber. Through the alliance bonds, I felt the emotional impact ripple outward horror, disbelief, rage at an enemy that could simply erase entire communities. “How is that possible?” one of the coastal representatives whispered. “Because they’ve had centuries to perfect their techniques,” Maris answered, her voice hollow with recovered memories. “The Void Seekers don’t just absorb individual abilities. They consume entire magical ecosystems the bonds between packmates, the connections to territory, even the links between wolves and their ancestral spirits.” “And they’re heading straight for us,” Darius observed, studying the scout reports with tactical precision. “The largest concentration of supernatural enhancement they’ve encountered in decades.” I stood and walked to the temple’s main window, looking out at the compound where alliance members continued their preparations. Weapons were being blessed by pack shamans, armor reinforced with protective runes, final messages sent to distant loved ones. All of it would be useless against enemies who could simply drain the life from their targets. “We can’t fight them conventionally,” I said, turning back to the council. “But we don’t have to.” “What do you mean?” Agatha asked. “The Void Seekers expect to encounter individual wolves or small packs, targets they can isolate and consume systematically. But we’re connected hundreds of enhanced individuals linked through bonds they can’t fully comprehend.” I moved to the center of the chamber, letting silver light flow through the Eclipse Covenant armor’s channels. But instead of the controlled enhancement I usually provided, I opened the connections completely, allowing every alliance member to feel the full scope of what we had become. Gasps echoed through the chamber as representatives experienced the network’s true magnitude for the first time. Not just local bonds, but a web of connection that spanned hundreds of miles, linking thousands of wolves in mutual support and shared strength. “This is what they’re really trying to consume,” I continued. “Not individual abilities, but the collective power of every enhanced wolf in the alliance. If they succeed…” “They become unstoppable,” Alpha Theron finished. “Absorbing that much power at once would transform them into something beyond any natural force.” “But if they fail,” Darius said slowly, understanding dawning in his gray eyes, “if the network proves too large or too complex for them to consume…” “Then they expose themselves to something they can’t control,” I agreed. “Eclipse Covenant power doesn’t just flow one way. If they try to drain the network, the network can drain them in return.” “You’re talking about using ourselves as bait,” Marcus observed. “Letting them attempt to consume our abilities so we can reverse the process.” “I’m talking about turning their greatest strength into their greatest weakness,” I corrected. “They’ve spent centuries learning to drain supernatural power from unwilling victims. But what happens when they encounter a network that welcomes connection?” The question hung in the air as everyone grappled with the implications. What I was proposing went beyond conventional tactics into realms of magical theory that none of us fully understood. “It could work,” Moira said thoughtfully. “If the Void Seekers’ artificial enhancements are as parasitic as Maris describes, they might not be able to distinguish between draining power and being drained. Especially if the process is initiated by Eclipse Covenant abilities.” “Or it could kill every enhanced wolf in the alliance when their consumption proves stronger than our resistance,” Agatha pointed out grimly. She wasn’t wrong. We would be betting everything on theoretical magical interactions that had never been tested. If I was wrong about the network’s ability to reverse the flow, if the Void Seekers’ consumption proved more powerful than our connections… “There’s another factor to consider,” Maris said hesitantly. “The memories show that Void Seekers have a hierarchy, leaders who coordinate their collection efforts. If you could reach those leaders directly, target the sources that control their network…” “Cut off the head and the body dies,” Darius finished. “Assuming they have a centralized structure that can be disrupted,” Alpha Theron added. “Parasitic organizations often develop redundant leadership specifically to prevent such attacks.” I moved back to the window, watching the sun climb higher over a compound that might not see another sunset. Through the network, I could feel the approaching corruption like a cancer spreading through healthy tissue. “They’re accelerating,” I announced. “Whatever they’re doing to travel so quickly, they’re pushing harder. We have maybe six hours now, not twelve.” “Then we’d better finalize our preparations,” Darius said, rising from the table. “All alliance members to defensive positions. Enhanced scouts to maintain network communication for as long as possible. And…” He looked directly at me. “Selene, if your plan fails, if the network can’t handle the strain…” “Then you sever my connection before the corruption spreads,” I finished. “Cut me loose and scatter the alliance. Some enhanced wolves are better than none.” “I’m not abandoning you.” “You’re not abandoning me,” I said firmly. “You’re making the tactical decision that gives your people the best chance of survival. That’s what Alphas do.” He wanted to argue I could see it in his expression but duty won out over personal preference. It always did with him, which was part of why I respected him so much. A horn blast from the compound’s perimeter announced the final approach of our enemy. Through the network, I felt the last outer scouts falling silent as corruption reached their positions. The Void Seekers had arrived. And in a few hours, we would discover whether connection could triumph over consumption, or whether the Eclipse Covenant would join the long list of supernatural bloodlines that had been consumed by hunger wearing the shape of wolves. I closed my eyes and reached out through every bond we had built, gathering strength from hundreds of willing allies. Whatever happened next, we would face it together.

The corruption reached the compound walls like a slow-moving plague, turning fertile ground into ashen wasteland with each step the Void Seekers took. I watched from the temple’s highest window as the wave of blight crept closer, withering ancient trees and poisoning streams that had run clear for centuries. Through the network, I felt each alliance member’s growing fear as the unnatural darkness approached their positions. Warriors who had faced death in conventional battle trembled before enemies that could simply unmake the very essence of life itself. “They’re not attacking,” Agatha observed from beside me, her voice tight with confusion. “They’re just… advancing. Slowly. Why?” I extended my supernatural senses toward the approaching force and immediately understood. “They’re savoring it. The fear, the anticipation, the gradual weakening of our network bonds as wolves lose hope.” The Void Seekers fed on more than just magical abilities they consumed emotion, life force, the very will to resist. Every moment of terror they inspired made their eventual victory more complete. “Then we don’t give them what they want,” Darius said firmly, entering the chamber with his war council close behind. “Network-wide communication. Remind every alliance member why we’re fighting, what we’re protecting.” I nodded and opened the connections completely, letting silver light flow through bonds that spanned hundreds of miles. Instead of fear, I pushed determination through the network. Instead of despair, I shared the vision that had brought us all together wolves united not by conquest but by choice. The response was immediate. Across the region, alliance members straightened their shoulders and gripped their weapons with renewed purpose. The corruption was terrible, but it was not absolute. “There,” Moira pointed toward the line of advancing darkness. “Do you see them clearly now?” Through the blight, shapes were becoming visible figures that had once been wolves, but transformed into something that made my skin crawl. Their forms shifted constantly, as though they couldn’t maintain stable physical shapes. Dark energy leaked from their bodies like infected wounds, pooling in their footsteps and spreading the corruption further. “How many?” Marcus asked, though his voice suggested he didn’t really want to know. “Two hundred and thirty-seven,” I said, counting through enhanced senses that could distinguish individual signatures despite the overwhelming corruption. “But they’re not all equal. Most are basic consumption units, but there are maybe twenty who radiate much stronger energy.” “The leaders Maris mentioned?” “Or the most successful collectors. Void Seekers who have absorbed enough power to become something approaching their own supernatural bloodline.” The implications were staggering. We weren’t just facing enhanced enemies we were facing beings who had spent centuries accumulating abilities from extinct supernatural bloodlines, turning themselves into composite weapons of unimaginable power. “Range to target?” Darius asked. “One hour,” Elena replied from her position at a communication crystal that let her coordinate with scouts throughout the region. “But Alpha… they’ve stopped advancing.” I looked toward the corruption line and confirmed her observation. The Void Seekers had halted perhaps a mile from our outer defenses, their forms visible through the blight but motionless. “Why would they stop?” Agatha wondered. Before anyone could answer, a voice echoed across the distance not natural sound, but something that bypassed normal hearing and spoke directly to every supernatural sense in range. “SELENE OF THE ECLIPSE COVENANT.” The words carried harmonics that made ancient stone tremble. “WE HAVE COME TO RECLAIM WHAT WAS STOLEN.” “Stolen?” I called back, my own voice enhanced by network power. “I stole nothing. I awakened abilities that were always mine by blood.” “BLOOD THAT WAS MEANT TO BE CONSUMED LONG AGO. THE ECLIPSE COVENANT ESCAPED JUSTICE ONCE. THEY WILL NOT ESCAPE AGAIN.” The exchange continued, each word revealing more about our enemies’ true nature. They weren’t just parasites they were the instruments of some ancient judgment, carrying out a vendetta that predated recorded history. “What did the original Covenant do?” Darius asked Moira quietly. “Why do the Void Seekers believe they have a right to consume our abilities?” “I don’t know,” the healer admitted. “The records are incomplete, focused on abilities rather than history. But if the Void Seekers have been hunting Eclipse Covenant descendants for centuries…” “Then there’s a reason beyond simple hunger,” I finished. “Something the original bloodline did that these beings see as unforgivable.” “SURRENDER YOURSELF,” the voice continued, “AND YOUR ALLIES WILL BE SPARED THE SLOW DEATH. REFUSE, AND WE WILL DRAIN EVERY DROP OF POWER FROM EVERY ENHANCED WOLF IN YOUR ALLIANCE.” Through the network, I felt hundreds of wolves waiting for my response. Some were terrified, others angry, but all of them were looking to me for leadership in a crisis none of them had trained for. “Counter-offer,” I called across the corrupted ground. “Face me in single combat. If you defeat me, the alliance dissolves and you can claim whatever you believe you’re owed. If I win, you withdraw and leave these territories in peace.” The laughter that answered was like breaking glass, sharp and artificial. “SINGLE COMBAT? CHILD, YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU FACE. WE ARE NOT INDIVIDUALS. WE ARE UNITY PERFECTED, CONSCIOUSNESS WITHOUT THE WEAKNESS OF SEPARATE EXISTENCE.” “Then you should have no trouble defeating one small wolf with borrowed power,” I shot back. The corruption line pulsed, darkness writhing as though the Void Seekers were conferring among themselves. When they spoke again, the voice carried notes of anticipation. “VERY WELL. WE WILL DEMONSTRATE THE FUTILITY OF RESISTANCE. BUT WHEN YOU FALL, YOUR ALLIANCE WILL WATCH AS WE CONSUME EVERY CONNECTION YOU HAVE BUILT.” A figure detached itself from the main group larger than the others, its form more stable though no less horrifying. Dark energy swirled around it like a living shroud, and where its feet touched the ground, the corruption spread faster and deeper. “A champion,” Alpha Theron breathed. “They’re actually agreeing to single combat.” “Because they know something we don’t,” I replied grimly. “This isn’t about honor or tradition. They’re confident they can drain my abilities and use the connection to consume the entire network.” I began walking toward the temple doors, my armor humming with contained power. Behind me, I could feel the alliance bonds strengthening as hundreds of wolves prepared to share their strength with me. “Selene, wait.” Darius caught my arm as I reached the threshold. “You don’t have to do this alone. We could attack together, use coordinated force ” “And give them multiple targets to drain simultaneously?” I shook my head. “This is the only way. Either I find a method to counter their consumption abilities, or I sever my own connections before the corruption can spread.” “And if severing the connection kills you?” I met his gray eyes, seeing emotions there he hadn’t quite voiced. “Then at least the alliance survives to find another way.” He wanted to argue I could see it in every line of his body but duty won out over personal desire. Just as it always did with him. “The network will support you,” he said instead. “Every wolf in the alliance is prepared to share their strength.” “I know. And that’s exactly what will make this possible.” I stepped out of the temple into air that tasted of death and corrupted magic, walking toward a confrontation that would determine the fate of everyone I had come to care about. Behind me, silver light blazed from the temple as the entire alliance network focused its power through our connections. Ahead, darkness writhed with anticipation of consumption. Between us lay a battlefield where the very nature of supernatural power would be decided.

The Void Seeker champion stood eight feet tall, its form a nightmarish fusion of wolf and shadow that seemed to absorb light from the air around it. Dark tendrils writhed from its body like living smoke, each one tipped with hunger that made my skin crawl with instinctive revulsion. “You smell of stolen power,” it said, its voice layered with harmonics that belonged to dozens of different supernatural bloodlines. “Eclipse Covenant, yes, but also traces of others we have consumed. How fitting that you carry fragments of our previous victories.” I circled the creature warily, noting how the corruption spread from its footsteps in perfect circles. The ground beneath it was already turning to ash, the very stones cracking under the weight of unnatural emptiness. “What did the Eclipse Covenant do to deserve your hatred?” I asked, genuinely curious despite the circumstances. The champion’s laugh was like breaking glass mixed with distant screams. “They offered what we perfected unity through consumption. But their method was flawed, incomplete. They connected willing minds while we consume all consciousness. They enhanced individuals while we absorb entire bloodlines.” “You’re saying we’re similar?” “You are what we were before we achieved perfection. Weak. Sentimental. Constrained by morality that prevents true power.” Dark tendrils lashed out without warning, seeking to wrap around my arms and begin the draining process. But silver fire erupted from my skin, meeting the corruption with blazing radiance that sent the champion staggering backward. “Interesting,” it hissed. “Your power burns cleaner than most. When we consume it, the enhancement will be… significant.” More tendrils emerged, these ones coordinated in patterns designed to overwhelm any single defender. I dodged what I could and burned through the rest, but each use of power felt different somehow as though something was being siphoned away even when my defenses held. Through the network, I felt similar sensations from alliance members watching the battle. The Void Seeker’s presence was affecting everyone connected to me, slowly draining energy through bonds that had been designed to share strength. “You feel it now,” the champion said with satisfaction. “The inevitable pull. Every moment you remain connected to your allies, we grow stronger while they grow weaker.” It was right. The network that was our greatest strength was becoming a liability, allowing the Void Seekers to drain the entire alliance through our shared bonds. I had to choose: maintain the connections and watch everyone I cared about slowly consumed, or sever the network and face this creature alone with whatever individual power I could muster. The decision crystallized instantly. Instead of severing the connections, I opened them wider. Silver fire blazed from every alliance member simultaneously as I stopped trying to control the flow of power through our bonds. Instead of limiting what they could share, I let them pour everything they had into our collective strength. The champion recoiled as though struck. “What are you doing?” “Showing you the difference between consumption and connection,” I replied, silver radiance building around me like a miniature sun. The power flowing through the network wasn’t being diminished by the Void Seeker’s draining attempts it was being amplified. Each alliance member’s contribution multiplied rather than divided, creating a feedback loop that grew stronger with every passing second. “Impossible,” the champion snarled, dark tendrils lashing out with desperate fury. “Supernatural energy cannot be infinitely renewed!” “You’re right,” I agreed, catching its attacks in silver nets that burned through corruption like acid. “It can’t be infinitely renewed. But it can be infinitely shared.” The distinction was crucial. The Void Seekers had spent centuries learning to drain finite sources of power, consuming abilities that were limited by individual capacity. But the Eclipse Covenant network wasn’t based on individual capacity it was based on willing connection between hundreds of enhanced wolves. Each time the champion tried to drain power from me, it encountered not a single source but an entire network willing to share their strength. The consumption attempt triggered defensive responses from every connected wolf, creating a cascade effect that sent power flooding back through the very channels the Void Seekers were using to drain us. “You cannot reverse the flow!” the champion screamed, its form beginning to destabilize as conflicting energies tore through its artificial enhancement. “We are consumption incarnate! We are hunger perfected!” “You are parasites,” I corrected, gathering network power into a final strike. “And parasites die when they encounter immune systems stronger than their ability to feed.” Silver fire erupted from my hands in a column that stretched toward the sky, visible for hundreds of miles in every direction. But this wasn’t destructive energy it was connective force, reaching out to touch every Void Seeker in range. Instead of trying to destroy them, I offered them what the Eclipse Covenant had always offered: choice. The artificial bonds holding them together, the consumed abilities that defined their existence, the hunger that drove them all of it was offered genuine connection in place of parasitic consumption. Some rejected the offer, their forms dissolving into ash as they chose destruction over transformation. But others… others felt what it was like to truly connect with another consciousness, to share strength rather than steal it. The champion collapsed first, its composite nature unable to handle the cascade of genuine emotions flowing through reformed bonds. But as it fell, silver light erupted from its dissolving form all the abilities it had consumed over the centuries, released back to the spiritual realm where they belonged. Across the corrupted battlefield, similar transformations were occurring. Void Seekers were either dissolving into nothingness or undergoing fundamental change as their artificial enhancement gave way to natural connection. When the silver fire finally faded, I found myself standing on ground that was already beginning to heal, surrounded by perhaps two dozen wolves who looked confused but whole. Former Void Seekers who had chosen transformation over dissolution, their hunger replaced by the same connective bonds that linked alliance members. “It’s over,” I whispered, hardly daring to believe it myself. But even as the words left my mouth, I felt something new stirring at the edges of my consciousness. Other supernatural entities, drawn by the massive display of power, beginning to investigate what had happened here. The Void Seekers had been only the first challenge. The real test of what we had built was just beginning.

The morning after the Void Seekers’ defeat brought revelations that none of us had anticipated. The two dozen former parasites who had chosen transformation over dissolution sat in careful clusters around the temple, their expressions mixing wonder with deep confusion as they grappled with sensations they had never experienced. “I can feel… others,” one of them said hesitantly, a woman whose scarred features suggested centuries of artificial enhancement. “Not as food, but as… companions?” Elena knelt beside her, offering water and simple food with the same gentle patience she had shown me during my early days as a servant. “That’s what connection feels like when it’s chosen rather than forced.” “We have no memory of choice,” another former Void Seeker admitted. “Only hunger. Always hunger.” I watched these exchanges from across the temple, my heart heavy with the magnitude of what we had accomplished. These beings had been parasites for so long that basic empathy felt like a foreign language, but they were learning with the desperate intensity of those discovering life after existing in darkness. “Their integration won’t be simple,” Moira observed quietly, approaching with arms full of healing supplies. “Centuries of consuming other beings’ memories and emotions have left them with fragmented identities. It could take years for them to develop stable sense of self.” “Do we have years?” I asked, thinking of the supernatural disturbances my enhanced senses were still detecting at the edges of perception. “That depends on how quickly word spreads about what happened here.” Darius joined our conversation, his expression troubled despite our recent victory. “The power you displayed to transform the Void Seekers… it was visible for hundreds of miles. Other supernatural entities will have noticed.” He was right. The silver beacon I had created hadn’t just offered redemption to parasitic beings it had announced to every magical creature in the region that the Eclipse Covenant was fully awakened and willing to use its abilities on a massive scale. “What kind of entities?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew. “Unknown. The scout reports are… concerning.” He pulled out messages that had been arriving throughout the night. “Sightings of creatures that don’t match any known supernatural bloodlines. Some moving toward our territory, others fleeing from it. All of them demonstrating abilities we have no frame of reference for.” I took the reports and read through them quickly, my enhanced awareness picking up details that normal senses might miss. Shape-shifters that could take forms beyond wolf or human. Elemental manipulators who turned weather itself into weapons. Beings that seemed to exist partially outside normal reality. “They’re awakening,” I realized with growing dread. “The display of Eclipse Covenant power is triggering responses from supernatural bloodlines that have been dormant for generations.” “A supernatural renaissance,” Moira mused. “Potentially the most significant magical event in recorded history.” “Or the beginning of chaos that destroys everything we’ve built,” Alpha Theron added, having approached to review the reports herself. “If dozens of unknown supernatural entities suddenly become active simultaneously…” She didn’t need to finish the thought. The alliance had been designed to handle conventional inter-pack conflicts, enhanced by Eclipse Covenant abilities. But multiple supernatural bloodlines awakening at once could overwhelm any defensive structure we had established. “We need to adapt again,” I said, watching silver light flicker between the transformed Void Seekers as they slowly learned to share rather than consume. “Expand the network to include other supernatural beings, offer them the same choice we gave to our former enemies.” “That’s incredibly risky,” Darius pointed out. “We know almost nothing about these other bloodlines. Their abilities, their motivations, their compatibility with our enhancement structure.” “And if we don’t take that risk?” “Then we face the alternative of fighting multiple supernatural wars simultaneously while trying to maintain a conventional alliance structure.” I walked to the temple’s central altar, placing my hands on ancient stone that hummed with accumulated power. Through the Eclipse Covenant connections, I could feel every alliance member their hopes, fears, determination, and growing awareness that our recent victory had been only the beginning. “There’s something else to consider,” I said slowly, ideas crystallizing as I spoke. “The original Eclipse Covenant was hunted to extinction because other packs feared their power. But what if the real reason was that they tried to operate in isolation, to remain separate from the supernatural community they were part of?” “You’re suggesting the historical records are incomplete,” Moira observed. “I’m suggesting they might be deliberately misleading. If the Eclipse Covenant had tried to connect with other supernatural bloodlines instead of remaining aloof, if they had offered alliance instead of dominance…” “They might have survived,” Alpha Theron finished. “Instead of being eliminated, they could have led a supernatural confederation that spanned the continent.” The possibility was tantalizing and terrifying. If I was right, if the Eclipse Covenant’s true destiny was to serve as a bridge between different supernatural entities, then everything we had built so far was just the foundation for something much larger. “The question is whether we’re prepared for that responsibility,” Darius said, clearly following the same line of thought. Before I could answer, commotion outside the temple announced new arrivals. But these weren’t alliance scouts or coalition representatives. Through the windows, I could see figures approaching who radiated power signatures unlike anything I had encountered. “They’re already here,” I breathed. The temple doors opened to admit three beings who clearly weren’t standard wolves. The first appeared human-normal except for eyes that held depths of ancient starlight. The second constantly shifted between forms wolf, raven, mist, something else I couldn’t identify. The third seemed to be made of living shadow, though shadow that pulsed with warm life rather than the cold emptiness of the Void Seekers. “Selene of the Eclipse Covenant,” the star-eyed being said, its voice carrying harmonics that spoke of vast age and accumulated wisdom. “I am Astral of the Celestial Bloodline. We have come in response to your beacon.” “Response how?” I asked carefully. “To offer alliance,” the shifting being replied, its form settling temporarily into something resembling a massive raven. “The awakening of your bloodline has made things possible that were impossible for centuries. The old barriers between supernatural entities are dissolving.” “What barriers?” Darius asked. The shadow-being answered, its voice like wind through deep caves. “Fear. Isolation. The belief that different supernatural bloodlines could not coexist without mutual destruction.” It gestured toward me. “But Eclipse Covenant power changes that assumption. Your network could include any beings willing to choose connection over separation.” I felt the weight of destiny settling on my shoulders once again. Not just the survival of my alliance, not just the integration of transformed Void Seekers, but the possibility of uniting supernatural entities that had been scattered and hostile for millennia. “And if we refuse this expanded alliance?” I asked. “Then the supernatural awakening happens anyway,” Astral replied. “But without coordination, without the bridges that Eclipse Covenant power could provide. Chaos instead of controlled growth.” Through the network, I felt hundreds of alliance members waiting for my decision. Their trust was absolute, their willingness to follow me into the unknown both humbling and terrifying. “We try,” I said finally. “Carefully, gradually, with full awareness of the risks. But we try.” The three supernatural beings exchanged glances, their relief evident despite their alien natures. “Then let us begin,” the shadow-being said. “There is much work to be done, and other bloodlines are awakening even as we speak.” As I prepared to expand the Eclipse Covenant network beyond anything its original creators had imagined, I realized that my journey from humiliated Luna to supernatural bridge-builder was entering entirely new territory. The real adventure was just beginning.

By evening, the Hollow Moon Temple had become the epicenter of a gathering unlike anything in recorded history. Supernatural beings from bloodlines thought extinct for centuries filled every available space, their diverse abilities creating displays of power that turned the ancient building into something from the oldest legends. I moved through the crowd carefully, my Eclipse Covenant armor humming as it adapted to interact safely with each entity I encountered. A fire-elemental’s touch should have burned through normal protection, but the armor converted the heat into harmless warmth. When a being whose form flickered between past and future briefly displaced local time, the armor shielded me from temporal distortion. “The interface capabilities are remarkable,” observed a creature whose crystalline body refracted light into prismatic patterns. “I am Resonance of the Crystal Singers. Our frequency manipulations typically shatter organic neural networks, yet your armor allows safe communication.” “Safe how?” I asked, genuinely curious about the technical aspects of what was happening. “Energy translation. Your Eclipse Covenant enhancement converts our harmonic frequencies into patterns your nervous system can process without damage.” Crystalline features shifted into what might have been a smile. “It suggests the original Covenant bloodline was designed specifically for inter-supernatural diplomacy.” I looked around the temple with growing understanding. Every supernatural entity present possessed abilities that should have created magical interference with others, yet somehow they were all coexisting peacefully in the same space. “The armor isn’t just protection,” I realized. “It’s a universal translator for supernatural abilities.” “Precisely,” Astral confirmed from where she was examining ancient temple inscriptions with star-bright eyes. “This explains why the Eclipse Covenant was so crucial to the original confederation they could facilitate cooperation between bloodlines that couldn’t normally interact safely.” Darius approached, his expression showing the controlled tension of a leader grappling with implications far beyond his original plans. “Selene, what’s happening here goes beyond anything we anticipated when we formed the alliance.” He wasn’t wrong. The confederation of conventional wolf packs had been ambitious but manageable. This gathering represented something that could fundamentally alter the nature of supernatural society. “Message-bearer approaches from the Deep Territories,” announced one of the plant-speakers whose flowering vine network served as an early warning system. “Aquatic signature, very ancient, substantial power reserves.” Vibrations through the temple floor announced something large moving beneath the mountain’s water systems. The entity that manifested appeared as a wolf-shaped figure composed entirely of flowing water, its presence bringing scents of ocean depths and primordial tides. “Eclipse heir,” it said, voice like distant waves against stone shores. “The Abyssal Currents have maintained isolation beneath the waters for three hundred years. Your beacon calls us to consider what we abandoned long ago.” “What did you abandon?” I asked. “Surface cooperation. Alliance with land-based bloodlines.” The water-entity gestured, and atmospheric moisture began forming complex patterns that conveyed meaning through direct mental contact. “Your network demonstrates potential for connections that span environments we cannot naturally access.” The scope was staggering not just territorial confederation, but inter-environmental supernatural alliance that could link entities across every conceivable habitat and magical paradigm. “That’s too much responsibility for one bloodline,” I said, stepping back from the overwhelming implications. “I can barely coordinate the current network effectively.” “Coordination wouldn’t rest solely with Eclipse Covenant abilities,” the Crystal Singer explained. “Multi-node network architecture, with specialized bloodlines managing different aspects of the greater confederation.” “Supernatural democracy rather than magical autocracy,” Darius observed, his tactical mind working through the organizational implications. “Exactly. Each bloodline maintains autonomy while contributing to collective capabilities none could achieve independently.” Vera the shape-shifter had taken the form of an elderly council-woman, her manner suggesting centuries of diplomatic experience. “But success requires unanimous consent from all participants.” Through the network, I felt the complex emotions of every being present anticipation mixed with suspicion, hope tempered by historical trauma, excitement constrained by practical concerns about compatibility. “Unanimous consent could take decades to achieve,” Umbral pointed out from where shadow-form had settled into something resembling careful attention. “Then we take the time necessary,” I replied firmly. “Forced cooperation inevitably becomes domination by another name.” “And if hostile entities attack before consensus is reached?” Astral asked. I surveyed the temple, noting the raw power represented by beings whose combined abilities could reshape continents. But power without genuine unity was just potential for catastrophic destruction. “We defend ourselves with whatever cooperation we can achieve voluntarily,” I said. “But we don’t compromise the principles that make confederation worthwhile.” Commotion near the temple entrance announced another arrival not a supernatural entity this time, but someone from our established alliance. Lyra approached, but her presence felt different somehow, as though her recent experiences had changed her in fundamental ways. “Alpha,” she addressed Darius with formal courtesy, “I must speak with the Eclipse heir regarding intelligence recovered from the Void Seeker battlefield.” “What kind of intelligence?” I asked, noting how the supernatural entities around us were reacting to her presence with wariness rather than welcome. “Evidence concerning why the parasitic forces were so confident about consuming your network,” Lyra replied, producing artifacts recovered from defeated enemies carved stones, crystalline fragments, metal pieces that resonated with lingering energy. “These aren’t random magical implements,” she continued. “They’re components of a larger construct designed specifically to map and eventually absorb supernatural confederation networks.” Cold realization flooded through me as the implications crystallized. The Void Seekers hadn’t been opportunistic parasites they had been preparing specifically to counter any attempt at supernatural alliance. “They knew confederation would eventually be attempted again,” I said quietly. “They’ve been planning to consume it for centuries.” “More than planning,” Lyra said grimly. “The artifacts suggest active sabotage of supernatural cooperation throughout history, ensuring bloodlines remained isolated and vulnerable to systematic consumption.” The revelation cast our recent victory in entirely new light. Defeating the Void Seekers hadn’t just been defensive success it had broken a conspiracy that had operated for generations to prevent exactly what we were now attempting. “Which means other forces will be evaluating whether we can succeed where our predecessors failed,” Vera observed. “Or whether we’ll succumb to whatever destroyed the original confederation,” Umbral added with characteristic directness. Through the network, I felt the weight of historical precedent pressing on every connected consciousness. We weren’t just building alliance we were attempting resurrection of something that had been systematically destroyed by enemies who might still exist in forms we hadn’t yet identified. “Then success becomes imperative rather than merely desirable,” I said, silver light flowing more strongly through temple connections. “Because failure means returning to isolation and vulnerability that made supernatural entities targets in the first place.” As darkness settled over the mountain, supernatural beings from across vast distances prepared for negotiations that could reshape magical society. The Eclipse Covenant network pulsed with shared determination, tempered by growing awareness that genuine challenges lay ahead. Confluence had been achieved. Survival remained to be proven.

Dawn brought an unexpected visitor to the temple a figure cloaked in mist and starlight who materialized from the forest without triggering any of our early warning systems. I felt their presence only when they were already standing at the temple doors, radiating power so ancient that it made my Eclipse Covenant abilities feel like flickering candle flames. “Selene of the awakened bloodline,” the figure said, their voice carrying harmonics that spoke of eons rather than centuries. “I am Memory Keeper Solas, guardian of the old truths. Your beacon has stirred knowledge that was meant to remain buried.” The supernatural entities gathered in the temple went silent, their various forms of radiance dimming in the presence of something that predated most of their bloodlines. Even Astral, whose star-bright eyes had seen the rise and fall of civilizations, bowed her head respectfully. “What knowledge?” I asked, though something deep in my bones already knew I wouldn’t like the answer. Solas pushed back their hood, revealing features that seemed to shift between different ages, genders, and even species as I watched. “The truth about why the Eclipse Covenant was really destroyed. The truth about what your ancestors did that required such… extreme correction.” Around us, the assembled supernatural beings exchanged meaningful glances. Whatever Solas was about to reveal, some of them already knew pieces of it. “Tell me,” I said, steeling myself for revelations that might change everything. “The original Eclipse Covenant didn’t just connect willing supernatural entities,” Solas began, their form settling into something resembling an elderly woman with eyes like deep pools of starlight. “They attempted to forcibly merge all supernatural bloodlines into a single, unified consciousness.” Ice flooded my veins. “What do you mean, forcibly?” “They believed that separation was the source of all conflict, that true peace could only be achieved through complete unity. So they began expanding their network without consent, absorbing other bloodlines whether those beings agreed or not.” The temple fell silent except for the soft hum of various supernatural energies and the distant sounds of alliance members going about their daily tasks, unaware that their entire foundation was being called into question. “That’s impossible,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “Eclipse Covenant power requires willing participation. I can’t force connections on anyone.” “You cannot,” Solas agreed. “But your ancestor, the last Eclipse Primarch, found ways to override that limitation. They developed techniques that could establish forced bonds, conscript supernatural abilities into their network, subsume individual consciousness into collective unity.” Through my connections to the current alliance, I felt a ripple of unease as the implications sank in. If the original Covenant had become tyrannical, if they had used their abilities to enslave rather than connect… “The other supernatural entities rebelled,” Darius said quietly, his tactical mind already working through the historical parallels. “Rebelled, fought, and eventually triumphed,” Solas confirmed. “But not before the Covenant had absorbed dozens of minor bloodlines completely, turning their unique abilities into mere extensions of Eclipse consciousness.” “And the Void Seekers?” “Were created as weapons specifically designed to counter Eclipse Covenant abilities. Beings who could drain connection magic and turn it against itself.” Solas’s expression was unreadable. “They were meant to be temporary, dissolved after the threat was eliminated. But they developed their own hunger, their own agenda.” The revelation cast everything in a new light. The Void Seekers hadn’t just been parasites they had been antibodies, created to eliminate what the supernatural community saw as an existential threat to individual consciousness. “So when I awakened Eclipse abilities,” I said slowly, “when I began building the alliance network…” “You triggered defensive responses that have been dormant for centuries,” Solas finished. “The supernatural community’s collective immune system activated to prevent what they fear will be another forced unification attempt.” Through the network, I could feel the growing tension as alliance members processed this information. Some of the supernatural entities present were edging toward the exits, their earlier enthusiasm cooling into wariness. “But I haven’t forced anyone to join,” I protested. “Every connection has been voluntary, every enhancement offered rather than imposed.” “So far,” agreed the Crystal Singer representative. “But power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Your ancestors likely began with similar intentions.” The accusation stung because it contained elements of truth. I could feel the network’s potential for abuse, the temptation to override individual choice in service of what I might consider greater good. If I faced enough pressure, enough threat to those I cared about… “Which is why safeguards are essential,” Vera the shape-shifter observed, her current form radiating calm authority. “Constitutional limitations on Eclipse Covenant abilities, council oversight, built-in protections for individual autonomy.” “Constitutional limitations?” I repeated. “Formal restrictions on your power, encoded into the network structure itself,” Astral explained. “Magical law that even you couldn’t override without destroying the alliance entirely.” The concept was revolutionary supernatural abilities constrained by voluntary limitations, power deliberately restricted to prevent abuse. But it also made sense from a practical perspective. If other bloodlines were going to trust Eclipse Covenant facilitation, they needed guarantees that history wouldn’t repeat itself. “What kind of restrictions?” I asked. Solas materialized a scroll that seemed to be written in living light, its text shifting and changing as they spoke. “Prohibition against forced connections. Mandatory consent protocols for any network expansion. Council authority to sever Eclipse bonds if abuse is detected. And most importantly automatic power distribution that prevents any single consciousness from controlling the network.” “You’re talking about designing the alliance to function without me,” I realized. “We’re talking about designing it to function regardless of you,” Umbral corrected from shadow-form near the altar. “So that if you become corrupted, if you attempt to follow your ancestors’ path, the confederation can survive your removal.” The suggestion should have been insulting, but instead it felt like relief. The weight of being the sole focal point for hundreds of enhanced beings had been growing heavier with each new connection. Distributing that responsibility would make the network more stable and less vulnerable to individual failure. “There’s another consideration,” Moira said, approaching with Elena and several other alliance healers. “If we’re implementing formal restrictions on Eclipse abilities, we should also establish protocols for other bloodlines. Balance of power rather than trust in individual restraint.” “Mutual limitation,” the water-entity mused, its form rippling with what might have been approval. “Each bloodline accepting constraints on their abilities in exchange for alliance protection and cooperation.” Through the network, I felt alliance members considering the proposal. Some were enthusiastic about formal structure that would protect individual autonomy. Others worried that too many restrictions would make the confederation ineffective against genuine threats. “It’s worth trying,” I decided. “But the constitutional framework has to be developed collectively, with input from every participating bloodline and full transparency about what we’re agreeing to.” “That could take months of negotiation,” Alpha Theron pointed out. “Better months of careful planning than centuries of cleanup after we repeat historical mistakes,” I replied. As the supernatural entities began settling into smaller groups to discuss specific constitutional provisions, I found myself wondering if this was what leadership truly meant not the authority to impose my will, but the wisdom to limit my own power in service of something greater. The Eclipse Covenant was evolving again, transforming from individual awakening to collective governance. And perhaps that transformation was exactly what the supernatural world needed to heal from centuries of mistrust and isolation. But as I watched former enemies work together to design safeguards against potential tyranny, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our real challenges were only just beginning.

The negotiations that followed Memory Keeper Solas’s revelations were unlike anything I had ever witnessed. Supernatural beings whose very natures should have made cooperation impossible sat in circles throughout the temple, their voices raised in passionate debate about constitutional frameworks that had never been attempted in recorded history. “Mandatory consent protocols,” the Crystal Singer representative was arguing with a time-walker whose temporal shifts made following the conversation challenging. “Any network expansion must require unanimous agreement from all existing members.” “But what about emergency situations?” the time-walker countered, their form flickering between past and future iterations. “If hostile entities attack and potential allies seek immediate connection for survival…” “Then we establish emergency protocols with built-in time limits,” I suggested, moving between discussion groups to monitor the various debates. “Temporary connections that expire automatically unless formally ratified later.” The compromise seemed to satisfy both parties, but it was just one of dozens of similar disputes being negotiated simultaneously. Every supernatural bloodline had different concerns, different needs, different fears about potential abuse. Darius approached me as I mediated a particularly heated argument between fire-elementals and water-spirits about environmental compatibility safeguards. “How long can we maintain this?” he asked quietly. “The discussions are important, but conventional threats haven’t disappeared while we’re focused on supernatural governance.” He was right. Through the network, I could sense normal pack activities continuing across the alliance territory border patrols, trade negotiations, resource management issues that required immediate attention. The alliance couldn’t afford to have all its leadership consumed by constitutional debates, no matter how important those discussions might be. “We need to establish working groups,” I decided. “Smaller committees that can handle specific aspects of constitutional development while general governance continues.” “And if the committees disagree with each other?” “Then we have mechanisms for resolving disputes without paralizing the entire confederation.” I gestured toward the various supernatural entities scattered throughout the temple. “We have truth-seers who can verify honest intent, empaths who can mediate emotional conflicts, time-walkers who can show us the long-term consequences of different choices.” “Supernatural checks and balances,” Alpha Theron observed, joining our conversation with several other conventional pack leaders. “Using enhanced abilities to create governmental systems that ordinary packs couldn’t achieve.” The idea had merit, but it also created new complications. If supernatural governance became more effective than conventional leadership, what happened to the wolves who couldn’t access enhanced abilities? “Two-tier system,” Elena suggested, having overheard our discussion while coordinating food distribution for the growing crowd of visitors. “Supernatural confederation for enhanced entities, conventional alliance for normal packs, with overlap and coordination between both structures.” “That could work,” Moira agreed, approaching with arms full of historical records she had been consulting. “Ancient precedents suggest similar arrangements were attempted during the original confederation period.” “With what results?” I asked. “Mixed. Some regions achieved stable cooperation for centuries. Others fractured along enhancement lines, with normal wolves feeling excluded from supernatural governance.” The lesson was clear integration had to be genuine, not just cosmetic. Normal wolves needed meaningful roles in any supernatural confederation, or resentment would eventually tear the alliance apart. “What about advisory positions?” Vera the shape-shifter suggested, her current form that of a middle-aged diplomat with shrewd eyes. “Enhanced abilities provide certain advantages, but conventional wolves offer perspectives and skills that supernatural entities might overlook.” “Strategic planning, resource management, cultural integration,” Alpha Theron enumerated. “Areas where normal intelligence might be more effective than supernatural enhancement.” Through the network, I felt alliance members considering the proposal. The idea of formal roles for non-enhanced wolves in supernatural governance appealed to many, addressing concerns about exclusion while recognizing practical limitations. But before we could develop the concept further, commotion outside announced the arrival of scouts returning with urgent news. Marcus entered the temple at a run, his face grim with fresh intelligence. “Multiple supernatural signatures approaching from the eastern territories,” he reported breathlessly. “At least fifty distinct entities, moving in coordinated formation.” “Hostile?” Darius asked. “Unknown. But they’re not trying to hide their approach, and some of the signatures…” Marcus hesitated, consulting notes written in his careful script. “Some match historical records of bloodlines that were thought extinct.” I extended my senses toward the eastern borders, immediately detecting the approaching group. What I felt there made my breath catch in surprise rather than fear. “They’re not hostile,” I announced. “But they’re not seeking alliance either. They’re… curious. Like researchers studying an interesting phenomenon.” “Researchers studying us,” Umbral corrected from shadow-form near the altar. “The supernatural awakening has attracted attention from entities that normally remain completely isolated.” “What kind of entities?” I asked. “The Archival Bloodlines,” Memory Keeper Solas said, their expression growing troubled. “Supernatural families that withdrew from active society centuries ago to focus on preserving knowledge and monitoring magical evolution.” “And they’re coming here because?” “Because what you’ve achieved represents the most significant supernatural development in recorded history,” Astral explained. “A stable confederation including multiple bloodlines, constitutional limitations that prevent abuse, integration with conventional wolf society it’s unprecedented.” “They want to study us like specimens in a collection,” I realized with growing discomfort. “More than that,” Solas said gravely. “They want to determine whether your confederation represents evolution or aberration. Whether it should be preserved, modified, or eliminated before it can spread.” The weight of judgment settled over the temple like a heavy cloak. We weren’t just building an alliance we were creating something that would be evaluated by beings whose authority to make such decisions stretched back to the dawn of supernatural consciousness. “And if they decide we’re an aberration?” Darius asked. “Then they’ll take steps to correct what they see as dangerous deviation from proper supernatural development,” Solas replied. “Steps that would make the Void Seeker threat look minor by comparison.” Through the network, I felt hundreds of alliance members becoming aware of the approaching crisis. Not another battle they could fight with enhanced abilities, but a judgment that would determine the very right of our confederation to exist. “How long do we have?” I asked. “They’ll arrive within hours,” Marcus reported. “And they’re not coming alone. Intelligence suggests they’ve awakened additional entities specifically for this evaluation creatures whose abilities are focused on analyzing and potentially modifying supernatural networks.” I looked around the temple at beings whose cooperation had seemed impossible just weeks before, now working together to create something that transcended their individual limitations. The Constitutional discussions, the integration challenges, the delicate balance between enhancement and autonomy all of it hung in the balance as ancient judges prepared to render their verdict. “Then we’d better make sure they see something worth preserving,” I said, silver light beginning to flow more strongly through every connection. “And if they don’t?” Elena asked quietly. I met her eyes, seeing trust there that humbled me. “Then we show them the difference between imposed unity and chosen cooperation. Even if it costs us everything.” The Archival Bloodlines were coming to judge whether our confederation deserved to survive. But they would find wolves both enhanced and ordinary who had chosen to stand together regardless of ancient precedents or scholarly opinions. And sometimes, choice was the most powerful magic of all.

The Archival Bloodlines arrived like a procession of living history, each representative carrying themselves with the careful dignity of beings who had witnessed the rise and fall of entire civilizations. They materialized from different directions simultaneously not through conventional travel, but via methods that bypassed normal concepts of space and time. I watched from the temple steps as they assembled in the main courtyard, their diverse forms reflecting the breadth of supernatural evolution across millennia. Some appeared as wolves enhanced with elements I couldn’t identify, others took shapes that had no relation to any natural creature, and a few seemed to exist as pure consciousness given temporary physical form. “Fifty-three distinct entities,” Moira reported quietly, her healer’s senses allowing her to count accurately despite the visual confusion. “Representing at least twenty different bloodlines, some of which I thought were purely mythological.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I felt alliance members throughout the region becoming aware of the gathering. Fear rippled through conventional pack territories as wolves encountered magical signatures beyond their comprehension, while the supernatural entities already in the temple responded with various mixtures of respect and wariness. The lead Archival representative approached the temple a being whose form seemed to be constructed from crystallized time itself, each facet reflecting different moments from history. When it spoke, its voice carried the weight of eons. “Selene of the Eclipse Covenant,” it announced formally. “I am Chronicle, Keeper of Supernatural Records. We have come to evaluate what you have created here.” “Evaluate for what purpose?” I asked, stepping forward to meet them at the base of the temple steps. “To determine whether your confederation represents evolution or dangerous deviation from established supernatural law.” Chronicle’s crystalline features shifted to reflect moments from what I recognized as Eclipse Covenant history some showing cooperation and healing, others revealing the forced unity that had led to their destruction. “What supernatural law?” Darius demanded, moving to flank me with several other alliance leaders. “Who gave you authority to judge what we’ve built?” “The authority comes from necessity,” another Archival being replied, this one appearing as a wolf whose fur contained swirling galaxies. “When supernatural entities create networks of unprecedented scope and power, someone must evaluate whether those networks pose threats to the broader magical ecosystem.” “And if you decide we do pose such a threat?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew the answer. “Then we take corrective action,” Chronicle said simply. “Dissolution of dangerous connections, containment of problematic abilities, relocation of entities to more suitable environments.” “Relocation,” I repeated. “You mean exile.” “We mean whatever measures are necessary to maintain supernatural balance.” The galaxy-wolf’s tone was matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing weather rather than potential destruction of everything we had built. Through the network, I felt anger building among alliance members. Conventional wolves who had fought and bled to build something better, supernatural entities who had chosen cooperation over isolation, former enemies who had found redemption through connection all of them were being judged by beings who had remained safely aloof while others struggled with real-world challenges. “With respect,” I said carefully, “your authority to make such judgments is questionable. You’ve chosen isolation while we’ve chosen engagement. You’ve preserved historical knowledge while we’ve created new possibilities.” Chronicle’s crystalline form pulsed with what might have been amusement. “You question our authority while wielding power that could reshape the continent? Your confidence is either admirable or dangerously naive.” “My confidence comes from the wolves who chose to stand with me,” I replied, letting silver light flow through the network connections. “From beings who decided cooperation was worth the risk of betrayal, that unity was worth the effort of building trust.” Around the courtyard, my alliance members began manifesting their enhanced abilities not as a threat, but as demonstration. Silver radiance flowed between individuals of different species, different bloodlines, different magical paradigms, all of them connected through choices rather than compulsion. “Impressive,” admitted a third Archival representative, whose form appeared to be composed of living scroll-work. “But the original Eclipse Covenant demonstrated similar cooperation initially. The corruption came gradually, as power accumulated and individual restraint eroded.” “Which is why we’ve built constitutional safeguards,” Vera the shape-shifter said, approaching with documents the various working groups had been developing. “Formal limitations encoded into the network structure itself.” Chronicle studied the proposed restrictions, their crystalline features reflecting scenes of legislative processes from across history. “Voluntary power limitation. Interesting. But theoretical safeguards often prove inadequate when tested by real-world pressures.” “Then test them,” I said, surprising everyone present including myself. “What?” Darius asked. I looked around at the assembled beings Archival representatives with the power to destroy what we had built, alliance members who had trusted me with their futures, supernatural entities who had risked everything to seek cooperation rather than continued isolation. “Test our safeguards,” I repeated. “Put pressure on the system, create situations that would tempt abuse of Eclipse Covenant abilities, see if our constitutional protections hold under stress.” The proposal created immediate controversy. Some alliance members saw it as unnecessary risk, while others worried that deliberately creating crisis situations could destabilize the confederation regardless of how the tests turned out. “You’re volunteering to be evaluated like a laboratory specimen,” the galaxy-wolf observed. “I’m volunteering to prove that what we’ve built can survive the kind of pressure that corrupted my ancestors,” I corrected. “If our safeguards fail under controlled testing, better to discover that now than during a real crisis.” Chronicle’s form pulsed with what might have been approval. “A reasonable proposal. But the testing would need to be… comprehensive. Pressure applied to every aspect of your confederation structure, including scenarios designed to trigger the worst impulses of Eclipse Covenant power.” “What kind of scenarios?” Alpha Theron asked warily. “Threats to alliance members that could only be countered by forced network expansion,” the scroll-being replied. “Resource conflicts that would be resolved quickly through supernatural domination rather than negotiated settlement. Leadership challenges that might tempt autocratic responses.” Each scenario described was exactly the kind of situation that had led the original Covenant down the path to tyranny. But they were also the kinds of challenges any successful confederation would eventually face. “How long would this evaluation take?” I asked. “Months, possibly years,” Chronicle replied. “True testing requires time for patterns to establish, for constitutional safeguards to be stressed repeatedly under different conditions.” “And during that time, other supernatural entities who are awakening…?” “Would be advised to maintain isolation until evaluation results are available,” the galaxy-wolf said. “Standard protocol for potential threats to supernatural stability.” The proposal was reasonable from their perspective, but devastating from mine. While we underwent evaluation, dozens of newly awakened supernatural entities would remain alone and vulnerable, easy targets for any remaining parasitic forces or hostile bloodlines. “Counter-proposal,” I said after a moment of consideration. “Accelerated testing combined with provisional approval for entities seeking alliance connection. If our safeguards hold under initial stress, newly awakened beings can join the confederation while evaluation continues.” “That increases risk,” Chronicle pointed out. “It also increases potential benefit,” I replied. “And it offers newly awakened entities the protection of alliance membership rather than leaving them isolated and vulnerable.” The Archival beings exchanged complex communications that bypassed normal sensory channels, their decision-making process involving abilities I couldn’t begin to comprehend. Finally, Chronicle spoke again. “Acceptable. Provisional alliance membership for entities that pass compatibility screening, combined with intensive testing of Eclipse Covenant safeguards. But understand if your confederation shows signs of following your ancestors’ path, our response will be immediate and absolute.” “Understood,” I said, though the threat sent ice through my veins. As the formal evaluation process began, I realized that our confederation was about to face its most dangerous challenge yet not external enemies seeking destruction, but internal pressures designed to reveal whether we could resist the corruption that had destroyed the original Eclipse Covenant. The real test of what we had built was about to begin.

The Archival Bloodlines wasted no time beginning their evaluation. Within hours of their arrival, they had established what they called “testing protocols” carefully designed scenarios intended to stress every aspect of our confederation structure until something broke. “First assessment,” Chronicle announced, their crystalline form reflecting scenes of historical supernatural conflicts. “Resource scarcity pressure. Multiple alliance settlements will experience simultaneous supply shortages, creating competition that must be resolved through confederation mechanisms.” I felt the manipulation immediately not natural scarcity, but artificial constraints imposed by Archival abilities. Through the network, I sensed alliance members in distant territories suddenly facing depleted food stores, failing water sources, and equipment breakdowns that couldn’t be explained by normal wear. “They’re creating the crisis artificially,” I told Darius as we stood in the temple watching reports pour in from affected settlements. “Does that matter?” he asked grimly. “Real or artificial, the pressure on our resource-sharing protocols is the same.” He was right. Alliance members were already calling for emergency redistribution of supplies, some settlements offering to share their reserves while others demanded priority access based on population or strategic importance. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could feel the temptation to simply override the debate. It would be simple to use my abilities to force an equitable distribution, to compel cooperation rather than wait for negotiated agreement. But that was exactly what the Archival beings were testing for. “Constitutional protocols,” I announced, addressing the growing crowd of alliance representatives who had gathered in the temple. “Emergency resource allocation follows predetermined frameworks, not Eclipse Covenant mandate.” “Those frameworks will take hours to implement,” Alpha Theron pointed out urgently. “People are going hungry while we follow bureaucratic procedures.” “And if I override those procedures once, it becomes easier to justify overriding them again,” I replied. “Constitutional law exists precisely for situations where individual conscience conflicts with urgent need.” The debate that followed was intense, with alliance members arguing passionately for both positions. Some insisted that supernatural abilities should be used to solve immediate problems regardless of procedural concerns. Others maintained that constitutional restrictions were meaningless if they could be set aside whenever circumstances seemed to justify it. Through it all, I felt the pressure building not just from the artificial scarcity, but from watching wolves I cared about suffer while I possessed the power to end their discomfort instantly. “You could end this with a thought,” temptation whispered in my mind. “Direct your network to share resources equally. Force cooperation rather than beg for it.” I recognized the voice not external, but my own enhanced consciousness, pushing me toward the easy solution that would compromise everything we had built. “No,” I said aloud, causing several nearby alliance members to look at me strangely. Instead of using power to override the constitutional process, I threw myself into facilitating it. Using Eclipse Covenant abilities not to force decisions, but to enhance communication between disagreeing parties. Emotional barriers dissolved as alliance members felt each other’s genuine concerns, practical solutions emerged as enhanced minds worked together to solve logistical challenges. Within hours, a resource-sharing agreement had been reached that satisfied every settlement’s basic needs while respecting their autonomy. The artificial scarcity ended as suddenly as it had begun, but the constitutional precedent remained. “First test completed,” Chronicle observed, their form reflecting scenes of the resolution process. “Constitutional safeguards held under moderate pressure. Proceeding to intermediate challenges.” The second test came without warning a sophisticated attack on the network’s communication systems by beings whose abilities I couldn’t immediately classify. Not seeking to destroy the connections, but to subvert them, to introduce false information that would turn alliance members against each other. This time, the pressure was even more insidious. Through corrupted channels, I began receiving reports that various alliance settlements were secretly preparing to withdraw from the confederation, that supernatural entities were plotting to absorb conventional pack territories, that Eclipse Covenant power was slowly overriding individual consciousness. “None of it’s true,” I told the emergency council that convened as false reports continued to flood through compromised networks. “But the corruption is sophisticated enough that affected wolves can’t distinguish genuine communications from manufactured ones.” “How do we counter disinformation when our own communication systems have been compromised?” Marcus asked. The obvious solution was to use my abilities to force-clear the corrupted channels, to override the false information with Eclipse Covenant power. But again, that would be exactly what the Archival beings were testing for. “We verify through redundant systems,” I decided. “Send physical messengers to confirm or deny questionable reports. Use non-network communication methods until we can isolate and eliminate the corrupted channels.” “That will take days,” Agatha protested. “And during that time, alliance members might make decisions based on false information.” “Then we trust their judgment,” I replied. “We trust that wolves who chose cooperation once will choose it again when presented with accurate information.” The process was agonizing. For three days, I watched false reports circulate through alliance territories while I restrained myself from using power to simply burn the corruption out of our communication systems. Several settlements did begin withdrawal procedures based on manufactured intelligence, and two supernatural entities left the confederation entirely after receiving fabricated evidence of Eclipse Covenant tyranny. But slowly, painstakingly, the truth emerged through conventional verification methods. Physical messengers confirmed which reports were genuine, pattern analysis revealed the artificial nature of the corrupted information, and alliance members who had maintained critical thinking recognized the manipulation for what it was. When the test ended, we had lost some members but retained the core of our confederation and more importantly, we had done so without compromising constitutional restrictions on Eclipse Covenant power. “Second test completed,” Chronicle announced. “Intermediate resistance to subversion achieved. Proceeding to advanced evaluation scenarios.” I felt a chill run through me at their tone. If the first two tests had been moderate and intermediate challenges, what would they consider advanced? “What’s the next test?” I asked. Chronicle’s crystalline form began reflecting scenes I recognized with growing dread historical moments when the original Eclipse Covenant had faced their greatest temptations, the situations that had ultimately led to their tyrannical transformation. “Direct threat to Eclipse Covenant existence,” they announced. “Coordinated assault by entities specifically designed to exploit network vulnerabilities, creating circumstances where only forced expansion of abilities could ensure survival.” Through the network, I felt every alliance member’s growing anxiety. They understood what was being proposed a test that would push me to the exact breaking point where my ancestors had chosen tyranny over constitutional restriction. “And if I fail the test?” I asked. “Then you follow the same path they did,” Chronicle replied without emotion. “And we respond accordingly.” The threat was clear. Succeed in resisting temptation under ultimate pressure, or face the same systematic destruction that had eliminated the original Eclipse Covenant. As the Archival beings began preparing their final evaluation, I realized that everything we had built every connection forged, every constitutional safeguard established, every hope for supernatural cooperation would soon hang in the balance of my ability to choose wisdom over power when the cost of that choice might be the lives of everyone I cared about.

The final test began at dawn, but its effects were felt instantly across every corner of alliance territory. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I sensed the simultaneous manifestation of threats so precisely calculated to exploit our vulnerabilities that they could only have been designed by beings with intimate knowledge of supernatural warfare. “Multiple breach points,” Marcus reported, his voice tight with controlled panic as intelligence flooded in from compromised positions. “Entities specifically adapted to counter our enhanced abilities, moving in coordinated strikes against our most critical settlements.” I extended my senses through the network and immediately understood the scope of what we faced. These weren’t random attacks they were surgical strikes designed to force impossible choices. The beings assault our territories possessed abilities that perfectly countered the supernatural entities in each location, making conventional resistance futile. “They’re targeting the constitutional frameworks directly,” I realized with growing horror. “Every attack is structured to create a scenario where only Eclipse Covenant intervention could save the defenders.” Through the network, I felt the desperate calls for help pouring in. A fire-elemental settlement under assault by beings that fed on thermal energy, their natural abilities turned against them. A time-walker enclave facing enemies that existed outside temporal flow, making their defensive capabilities useless. Conventional wolf packs being overwhelmed by forces that adapted to counter whatever tactics they employed. Each situation had the same terrible logic: Eclipse Covenant power could instantly resolve the crisis, but only by overriding local autonomy and forcing network expansion to unwilling participants. “The Prismatic Collective settlement is requesting immediate evacuation assistance,” Elena reported, her hands shaking as she coordinated communication through compromised channels. “They can’t maintain defensive harmonics against entities that disrupt frequency-based abilities.” “The Deep Current territories are sending distress signals,” added another aide. “Aquatic assault forces that can drain water from any source, turning their home environment into a weapon against them.” And through it all, I felt the pressure building in my consciousness not just the external crisis, but the internal awareness that I possessed the power to end every threat instantly. All I had to do was expand the network by force, conscript the abilities of every supernatural entity within range, use Eclipse Covenant power to create the kind of unified response that could sweep away any opposition. “You can save them,” the voice in my mind whispered with seductive urgency. “All of them. Every settlement, every individual, every hope for supernatural cooperation. Just override their choices this once. Just for long enough to eliminate the threats.” I found myself standing, silver light beginning to gather around my hands as power built toward the kind of massive intervention that would violate every constitutional principle we had established. “Selene,” Darius said quietly, his hand settling on my shoulder. “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking that constitutional law is meaningless if everyone dies while I follow procedural restrictions,” I replied, the words tasting like ash in my mouth even as I spoke them. “And I’m thinking that’s exactly what they said,” he replied softly. They. My ancestors. The original Eclipse Covenant, faced with similar impossible choices that had led them down the path to tyranny. Through the network, I felt alliance members making desperate last stands against overwhelming odds. Some settlements had already fallen silent, their defenders scattered or captured. Others were sending increasingly urgent pleas for intervention that only I could provide. “How many have to die before principle becomes meaningless?” I asked, the question directed as much at myself as at anyone else present. “How many have to be enslaved before survival becomes meaningless?” Chronicle replied, their crystalline form materializing beside the temple altar. “This is the choice your ancestors faced. This is the moment when they decided that forced unity was preferable to consensual destruction.” I looked around the temple at the faces watching me alliance leaders who had trusted me with their futures, supernatural entities who had risked everything for cooperation, conventional wolves who had chosen enhancement over isolation. All of them waiting to see whether I would save them or maintain the principles that made salvation worthwhile. “There’s another option,” I said suddenly, the realization crystallizing as I spoke. “What option?” Darius asked. “Instead of forcing network expansion, we offer it.” I turned to address every being present, my voice carrying through network connections to alliance members across vast distances. “Emergency protocols that allow temporary connection without permanent commitment. Voluntary unity that can be dissolved when the crisis passes.” The distinction was crucial. Rather than conscripting abilities, I would offer enhanced connection to any being willing to accept it, with built-in limitations that preserved individual autonomy even during the emergency response. “That requires unanimous consent from beings who are under active attack,” Chronicle pointed out. “Entities being slaughtered by forces specifically designed to exploit their weaknesses might not be capable of rational decision-making.” “Then we find out whether our confederation is built on genuine trust or just convenient cooperation,” I replied. I opened the network completely, allowing every alliance member to feel the full scope of the crisis and the nature of the choice being offered. Not forced conscription, but voluntary enhancement that could be accepted or rejected based on individual judgment. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Across dozens of territories, beings under attack reached out through the network seeking connection, willingly sharing their abilities and accepting eclipse covenant enhancement in return. The voluntary bonds formed faster than I had thought possible, creating temporary unity that multiplied everyone’s capabilities without overriding their essential autonomy. Fire-elementals gained temporal abilities from willing time-walkers, allowing them to exist outside the energy-draining attacks. Aquatic entities shared their adaptation capabilities with land-based defenders, making the environmental weapons useless. Conventional wolves received supernatural enhancement from beings who chose to offer it, transforming desperate last stands into coordinated counter-attacks. But not everyone accepted the offered connection. Some entities chose to fight alone rather than risk temporary unity, their suspicions of Eclipse Covenant power overriding their need for survival. And I let them make that choice, even as I watched some of them fall to attacks they couldn’t counter individually. “You’re allowing them to die rather than save them,” Chronicle observed. “I’m allowing them to choose,” I replied, silver light flowing through voluntary connections while respecting the autonomy of those who rejected enhancement. “Even if their choices lead to consequences I’d prefer to prevent.” The battle raged for hours across multiple territories, voluntary unity against designed opposition. Some alliance settlements were lost despite enhancement, their defenders overwhelmed by forces specifically adapted to counter even improved abilities. Others achieved victory through cooperation that multiplied their strengths beyond what any individual could accomplish. When the attacks finally ended as suddenly as they had begun the confederation had survived but with significant losses. We had proven that voluntary cooperation could overcome designed opposition, but at a cost in lives and resources that forced intervention might have prevented. “Final evaluation complete,” Chronicle announced, their crystalline form reflecting scenes from the entire testing process. “Constitutional safeguards maintained under ultimate pressure. Voluntary cooperation demonstrated even at significant cost.” The relief that flooded through me was overwhelming, but it was tempered by grief for those who had died during the test. Their sacrifice had proven our principles, but principles felt hollow when measured against individual lives. “What’s your verdict?” I asked. “Provisional approval for continued operation,” Chronicle replied. “The Eclipse Covenant confederation has demonstrated fundamental differences from its historical predecessor. However, ongoing monitoring will be required to ensure long-term stability.” “Monitoring how?” “Archival observers will remain in alliance territory,” the galaxy-wolf explained. “Documenting development, providing guidance when requested, intervening if dangerous patterns emerge.” It wasn’t the complete autonomy I had hoped for, but it was recognition that what we had built was worth preserving. The supernatural confederation would continue, guided by constitutional principles that had proven their worth under the ultimate test. As the Archival beings established their permanent observation posts, I found myself reflecting on the price of principled leadership. We had passed their test, but the cost had been measured in lives that might have been saved through less scrupulous means. “Regrets?” Darius asked, finding me hours later as I stood watching the sun set over confederation territory that had been purchased with blood and maintained through restraint. “About the lives lost, yes,” I replied honestly. “About the principles maintained, no.” “And if faced with the same choice again?” I considered the question carefully, feeling the weight of responsibility that would never leave my shoulders. “I’d make the same decision. Because the moment we decide that ends justify means, we become what our ancestors became.” The confederation had survived its ultimate test, but I knew it would face many more challenges in the years ahead. At least now we had proven that voluntary cooperation could withstand pressures that had once corrupted power into tyranny. It was a beginning, not an ending. And perhaps that was enough.

Three months after the Archival evaluation, the confederation had settled into rhythms that would have seemed impossible during our earliest days of alliance-building. The Hollow Moon Temple remained our ceremonial center, but practical governance had expanded across multiple locations as the network grew to accommodate beings whose needs couldn’t be met in a single mountain stronghold. I stood on the temple’s observation platform, watching morning light illuminate settlements that stretched beyond the horizon. Conventional wolf territories integrated seamlessly with supernatural enclaves, their boundaries marked not by walls but by transition zones where different magical paradigms gradually shifted into compatibility. “Population report,” Elena announced, approaching with documents that had become a daily ritual. “Four hundred and seventy-three enhanced individuals across sixty-two settlements, plus approximately three thousand conventional wolves in associated territories.” The numbers still amazed me. From a desperate escape from my former pack to a confederation spanning half the continent the transformation felt surreal even when I was living through it. “Any integration issues?” I asked, though the question had become largely routine. The constitutional frameworks we had developed during the Archival testing had proven remarkably effective at preventing the conflicts I had once feared inevitable. “Two minor disputes over resource allocation in the eastern territories, both resolved through mediation protocols,” Elena replied. “And three applications for enhanced membership from newly awakened supernatural entities.” The applications were more significant than the routine disputes. Word of our confederation’s success had continued to spread throughout the supernatural community, drawing beings who had remained isolated for decades or centuries. Each new member brought unique abilities and perspectives, but also potential complications as we worked to integrate diverse magical paradigms. “What kind of entities?” I asked. “Dream-walkers from the northern reaches, stone-speakers from the deep mountains, and…” Elena hesitated, consulting her notes. “Something that calls itself a ‘reality-weaver.’ The classification doesn’t match any historical records.” Reality-weavers were new to me as well, though the name suggested abilities that could be either incredibly useful or incredibly dangerous depending on the individual’s intentions and level of control. “Standard screening protocols,” I decided. “Full compatibility assessment before we consider network integration.” As Elena left to coordinate the evaluation process, I found myself reflecting on how much our procedures had evolved. The desperate alliances of our early days had given way to systematic approaches that balanced welcoming inclusion with necessary caution. “Contemplating our success?” Darius asked, joining me on the platform with the easy familiarity that had developed between us over months of shared leadership challenges. “Contemplating our responsibilities,” I corrected. “Every new member we accept, every decision we make about confederation structure it all affects thousands of lives now.” He nodded, understanding the weight that came with expanded influence. The confederation wasn’t just about our original alliance territories anymore. Other regions were forming similar supernatural cooperatives, using our constitutional frameworks as models for their own governance systems. “Message from the Western Reach consortium,” he said, offering me a sealed scroll. “They’re requesting formal diplomatic relations with our confederation.” I opened the message, reading carefully through proposals for trade agreements, mutual defense pacts, and cultural exchange programs. The Western Reach represented our first contact with an independent supernatural confederation beings who had developed their own solutions to the challenges of inter-bloodline cooperation. “They’re offering to share technological innovations in exchange for access to our enhancement networks,” I summarized after reviewing the key points. “Technological innovations?” “Artificial crystals that can store and redirect magical energy, architectural techniques that allow incompatible abilities to coexist in shared spaces, communication methods that work across different supernatural paradigms.” The possibilities were intriguing, but they also raised questions about how much the confederation should expand beyond its current scope. Were we meant to become a regional power, or were we better served maintaining focus on local cooperation? “What do you think?” Darius asked. Before I could answer, commotion from the temple’s main hall announced unexpected visitors. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I sensed familiar presences approaching not threatening, but carrying news that would require immediate attention. Marcus appeared at the platform entrance, his expression mixing excitement with concern. “Alpha, we have representatives from the Coastal Territories. They’re requesting emergency consultation about supernatural awakening phenomena.” “What kind of phenomena?” I asked, though something in his tone suggested I wouldn’t like the answer. “Mass awakening. Dozens of previously dormant bloodlines manifesting abilities simultaneously across their entire region.” Marcus consulted his notes with obvious unease. “They’re requesting confederation assistance in preventing what they’re calling ‘supernatural chaos.’” The implications hit me immediately. Our confederation had been built gradually, with careful integration of compatible entities over months of patient work. Mass awakening without support structures could easily lead to exactly the kind of magical instability that the Archival beings had been established to prevent. “How many entities are we talking about?” Darius asked. “Unknown. The reports are confused, but estimates range from hundreds to potentially thousands.” Marcus’s voice carried the strain of someone trying to process information beyond normal comprehension. “And they’re not just individual awakenings entire communities are manifesting collective abilities.” I felt ice form in my stomach as I considered the scope of what was being described. Collective supernatural manifestation on that scale could reshape the magical landscape of the entire continent, either creating unprecedented cooperation or unprecedented destruction. “We need to respond immediately,” I decided. “Emergency council session, priority communication with all confederation members, and preparation for potential intervention.” “Intervention?” Darius asked. “If mass awakening is happening without support structures, we might be the only organization with the experience and resources to prevent supernatural civil war.” I looked out over confederation territories, seeing not just our current success but our future responsibilities. “We built this confederation to facilitate supernatural cooperation. That responsibility doesn’t end at our current borders.” As we began preparations for what might become our largest challenge yet, I realized that the confederation had entered a new phase of existence. No longer focused on proving our own viability, we were becoming the kind of stabilizing force in the supernatural community that we had once desperately needed ourselves. The question was whether we were ready for responsibilities that could affect the entire continent. But ready or not, newly awakened supernatural entities were looking to us for guidance. And after everything we had built together, abandoning them to face chaos alone was unthinkable. The confederation was about to discover whether our principles could scale beyond regional cooperation to continental leadership. Our real test was just beginning.

The journey to the Coastal Territories took three days of hard travel, but the signs of supernatural chaos were visible long before we reached our destination. The sky itself seemed unstable, shifting between different colors as competing magical influences warped local reality. Wildlife fled in massive migrations, their instincts warning them away from energies they couldn’t comprehend. I rode at the head of our emergency response team thirty of our most experienced enhanced individuals, selected for their ability to work with diverse supernatural paradigms. Behind us followed conventional support forces led by Darius, ready to provide logistical assistance and maintain communication with confederation headquarters. “Energy readings are off every scale we have,” Moira reported from beside me, her healer’s senses overwhelmed by the magical turbulence ahead. “It’s not just individual awakenings entire communities are manifesting abilities simultaneously, and they’re interfering with each other.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could feel the growing instability like a fever in the magical ecosystem. Dozens of different supernatural signatures were flaring to life in overlapping territories, their incompatible energies creating the kind of interference patterns that could tear reality apart at local levels. “Any communication from the Coastal authorities?” I asked Marcus, who had been trying to maintain contact with the entities who had requested our help. “Sporadic,” he replied grimly. “What messages we receive are confused, often contradictory. Some settlements report successful integration of new abilities. Others describe situations approaching full magical breakdown.” “And the Archival observers?” Darius asked from his position coordinating the conventional forces. “Present but not intervening,” I said, feeling their familiar signatures maintaining careful distance. “They’re watching to see how we handle a crisis beyond the scale of anything we’ve faced before.” As we crested a ridge that provided our first clear view of the Coastal Territories, the scope of the situation became apparent. The landscape below was a patchwork of different realities, each section dominated by whatever supernatural abilities had awakened there. Areas of perpetual storm clashed with zones of unnatural calm, regions where time moved at different rates bordered territories where gravity seemed optional. “It’s like dozens of different supernatural domains are trying to occupy the same physical space,” Vera observed, her shape-shifter abilities allowing her to perceive the dimensional instabilities more clearly than the rest of us. “Which is exactly what’s happening,” confirmed Astral, whose star-bright eyes could see magical patterns across vast distances. “Mass awakening without coordination or compatibility protocols. Every newly manifested ability is asserting dominance over local reality.” The first settlement we reached was a fishing village that had apparently developed collective water-speaking abilities. What should have been a blessing had become a nightmare every resident could hear the ocean’s voice, but none of them had the training to filter or control the constant psychic pressure. “Help us,” their leader pleaded as we approached, her eyes wide with the particular exhaustion that came from supernatural oversaturation. “We thought the awakening was a gift, but the water won’t stop talking. We can’t sleep, can’t think clearly, can’t make it stop.” I extended my senses toward the settlement and immediately understood the problem. Their collective abilities were amplifying each other in a feedback loop, creating ever-increasing psychic noise that threatened to drive the entire population to madness. “Eclipse Covenant integration,” I offered, though I knew the risks. “Temporary network connection that can provide filtering and control.” “But we don’t know you,” another villager protested. “How do we know this isn’t just another form of supernatural domination?” The question was reasonable, but we didn’t have time for extended negotiations. Through my enhanced awareness, I could sense similar crises developing across dozens of other settlements. Every moment we spent convincing one community to accept help meant other groups might pass the point where assistance was possible. “You don’t know us,” I agreed. “But you do know that your current situation is unsustainable. People are already collapsing from psychic exhaustion, and it’s getting worse.” The debate that followed was brief but intense, with village leaders weighing unknown risks against certain destruction. In the end, desperation won over caution, and they agreed to temporary network integration. The process of establishing connections with beings in supernatural crisis was unlike anything I had experienced. Instead of the smooth, willing bonds that characterized normal confederation membership, these were emergency links that had to be forced through chaos and maintained against constant interference. But once established, the relief was immediate. The overwhelming psychic noise from the ocean quieted to manageable levels as Eclipse Covenant filters processed and organized the information flow. Villagers who had been on the verge of mental breakdown suddenly found they could hear the water’s voice without being consumed by it. “Thank you,” their leader breathed, tears of relief streaming down her face. “We thought we were going to lose ourselves entirely.” “This is temporary,” I warned, though the sight of her relief made me reluctant to add conditions. “When the crisis passes, you’ll need to choose whether to maintain confederation membership or develop your own control methods.” “We understand. But right now, you’ve saved our sanity.” Similar scenes played out across dozens of settlements as we worked our way through the affected territories. Each community faced different manifestations of the same fundamental problem supernatural abilities awakening without the support structures needed to manage them safely. Fire-speakers whose abilities were consuming their own homes. Dream-walkers trapped in collective nightmares they couldn’t escape. Reality-weavers whose attempts to improve local conditions were creating increasingly unstable distortions. In each case, temporary Eclipse Covenant integration provided the framework needed to bring chaotic abilities under control. But with every new connection, I felt the strain on my own capabilities growing. The network wasn’t designed to handle this many emergency integrations simultaneously. “You’re pushing too hard,” Darius warned during a brief rest between crisis interventions. “I can see the exhaustion in your face, feel it through our bond.” He was right. The constant expansion and maintenance of emergency network connections was draining my reserves faster than they could be restored. But the alternative was abandoning communities to supernatural chaos that could destroy them entirely. “How many more settlements need assistance?” I asked Marcus. “At least thirty, possibly more. And some of the situations are getting worse communities where multiple incompatible abilities have awakened simultaneously.” Thirty more emergency integrations would push me beyond my limits, possibly to the point where maintaining existing connections became impossible. But abandoning those communities wasn’t an option I could live with. “There has to be another way,” I said, though I couldn’t see what alternatives existed. “There is,” said a familiar voice behind us. I turned to find Chronicle materializing from their usual crystalline form, their features reflecting scenes from our current crisis management efforts. “The Archival intervention you’ve been expecting?” I asked. “Archival assistance,” they corrected. “You’ve proven that Eclipse Covenant principles can handle crisis situations without compromising constitutional safeguards. But you’ve also demonstrated the practical limits of individual capability.” “What kind of assistance?” Chronicle gestured, and suddenly other figures began materializing around us not just Archival observers, but representatives from supernatural bloodlines I had never encountered. “Crisis management specialists,” Chronicle explained. “Entities whose abilities are specifically adapted for stabilizing supernatural chaos. They’re willing to work under confederation protocols, but they need Eclipse Covenant coordination to be effective.” The offer was exactly what we needed, but it also represented a fundamental expansion of the confederation’s scope and responsibilities. Accepting help meant accepting permanent relationships with beings whose motivations and long-term goals remained unknown. “What do they want in return?” I asked. “Recognition as equals in any supernatural governance structure that emerges from this crisis,” Chronicle replied. “They’re tired of isolation, but they want guarantees that cooperation won’t lead to absorption or domination.” I looked around at the assembled entities beings whose abilities could solve the current crisis, but whose integration would permanently change the nature of our confederation. The decision would affect not just our response to the Coastal emergency, but the future development of supernatural society across the continent. “How long do I have to decide?” I asked. Chronicle’s form pulsed with what might have been urgency. “The magical instabilities are reaching critical levels. Without intervention within the next few hours, reality breakdown in the affected areas will become irreversible.” The choice was simple and terrifying: expand the confederation beyond anything we had originally planned, or watch dozens of communities destroy themselves through uncontrolled supernatural manifestation. But when I looked at the faces of the beings who had already placed their trust in Eclipse Covenant leadership, the decision made itself. “Equal partnership,” I said firmly. “Full constitutional protections, shared governance, transparent integration protocols.” “Agreed,” Chronicle replied. As the crisis management specialists began coordinating with our existing teams, I realized the confederation had just taken another evolutionary leap forward. We were no longer just a regional alliance or even a continental stabilizing force. We had become the foundation for whatever supernatural civilization would emerge from the chaos of mass awakening.

The integration of the crisis management specialists transformed our response capabilities overnight, but it also introduced complications I hadn’t anticipated. Each new entity brought not just abilities but entire philosophical frameworks about how supernatural society should function, creating tensions that went far beyond simple coordination challenges. “The Stabilizers want to establish permanent intervention zones,” Marcus reported during our morning briefing, consulting notes that had grown increasingly complex as more specialists joined our efforts. “Areas where reality distortions are monitored continuously and corrected before they can develop into full crises.” “That sounds reasonable,” Darius observed, though his tone suggested he sensed underlying problems. “It would be, except the Resonance Keepers believe permanent intervention prevents natural supernatural evolution,” I replied, having spent hours mediating between competing specialist factions. “They argue that some reality distortions are healthy adaptation responses that shouldn’t be suppressed.” The philosophical divide was fundamental should we prevent all supernatural instability, or allow some chaos as part of natural magical development? The specialists who had joined our confederation held strong opinions on both sides, and their disagreements were affecting our operational effectiveness. “Status of the coastal settlements?” I asked, hoping for at least some positive news. “Stabilized but not resolved,” Moira answered, her healer’s senses allowing her to monitor the magical health of affected communities. “Emergency connections are holding, reality distortions have been contained, but we haven’t addressed the root causes of mass awakening.” That was the larger question haunting every aspect of our response. Why had dozens of supernatural bloodlines awakened simultaneously in a single region? The phenomenon was unprecedented in recorded history, suggesting either natural magical evolution or deliberate external influence. “Any theories about causation?” I asked. Elena approached with documents bearing the seal of multiple research teams. “Three primary hypotheses. First environmental factors unique to the coastal region are triggering latent abilities. Second magical resonance from our confederation’s success is inspiring awakening in nearby populations. Third deliberate intervention by entities seeking to destabilize supernatural society.” Each possibility carried different implications for how we should respond. Environmental factors might be manageable through relocation or protective measures. Magical resonance suggested our very success was creating challenges we hadn’t anticipated. Deliberate intervention meant we faced enemies whose capabilities remained unknown. “Evidence supporting any of these theories?” Darius asked. “Limited,” Elena admitted. “The magical interference makes detailed analysis difficult, and the newly awakened communities are too traumatized to provide reliable witness testimony.” Before anyone could respond, commotion outside announced unexpected visitors. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I sensed familiar but unwelcome presences approaching not threats, but entities whose arrival suggested new complications. The tent flap opened to admit representatives from the Western Reach consortium, their expressions mixing urgency with barely contained alarm. “Eclipse Covenant leadership,” their spokesperson announced formally, “we require immediate consultation regarding supernatural phenomena in our territories.” My heart sank. “Similar to what we’re dealing with here?” “Worse,” they replied grimly. “Mass awakening combined with territorial conflicts as newly empowered communities compete for resources and recognition.” The implications hit me like physical blows. If mass awakening was spreading beyond the coastal territories, if it was triggering conflicts between supernatural communities, we could be facing continental-scale chaos that no single confederation could manage. “How many regions are affected?” I asked. “Seven confirmed, with reports of similar phenomena from at least a dozen others,” the Western Reach representative replied. “And the awakening pattern is accelerating communities that showed no supernatural activity last week are manifesting collective abilities today.” Through the network, I felt the growing alarm of confederation members as they processed this information. What we had thought was a regional crisis was revealing itself as something much larger, potentially reshaping the supernatural landscape across vast distances. “Resources for expanded response?” Marcus asked, his tactical mind already working through logistical requirements. “Insufficient,” I admitted. “Even with the crisis management specialists, we’re stretched beyond capacity dealing with the coastal territories alone.” “Which brings us to our proposal,” the Western Reach representative said. “Formal alliance between supernatural confederations, combined resources and coordinated response to mass awakening phenomena.” The suggestion was logical, but it also represented another fundamental expansion of our scope and responsibilities. We would be evolving from regional alliance to international supernatural authority, with all the complications that such authority entailed. “What kind of alliance structure?” I asked. “Council of confederation representatives, shared resources and expertise, coordinated policies for handling supernatural awakening,” they replied. “Each confederation maintains internal autonomy while participating in collective response to continental challenges.” “And leadership of this council?” The Western Reach representative exchanged glances with their companions before answering. “Recognition of Eclipse Covenant expertise in crisis management and constitutional governance. You would serve as coordination center for inter-confederation cooperation.” The offer should have been flattering, but instead it felt like another weight being added to shoulders that were already struggling to bear existing responsibilities. Leadership of a single confederation was challenging enough coordinating multiple confederations across continental distances might be beyond any individual’s capabilities. “I need to consult with my people,” I said, though I suspected the decision had already been made for us by circumstances beyond our control. “Time is critical,” they pressed. “Mass awakening is spreading faster than our individual response capabilities. Without coordinated intervention, we could face supernatural civil war on a scale that would affect every magical community on the continent.” As the Western Reach representatives withdrew to allow us private consultation, I found myself staring out across the chaotic landscape of the coastal territories, wondering how we had arrived at this moment. Months ago, I had been a disgraced Luna fleeing for my life. Now I was being asked to coordinate supernatural response across multiple confederations, to serve as the focal point for magical governance spanning vast territories. “What are you thinking?” Darius asked quietly. “I’m thinking that we’re either about to become something unprecedented in supernatural history, or we’re about to collapse under responsibilities no single organization should attempt to bear.” “And which do you think is more likely?” I considered the question carefully, weighing our proven successes against the unprecedented challenges we now faced. “Both,” I said finally. “We’ll become something unprecedented, and we’ll probably collapse under the weight of it. The question is whether we can accomplish enough good before the collapse to justify the attempt.” “Encouraging,” Darius said dryly. “Honest,” I replied. “Which is more than our people deserve from leadership that’s about to ask them to risk everything on an impossible gamble.” As evening fell over the crisis zones, I realized that the confederation was about to face its ultimate test not of constitutional principles or individual restraint, but of our ability to evolve fast enough to meet challenges that no one had prepared for. The supernatural world was changing faster than anyone could control. Our only choice was to try to guide that change toward cooperation rather than conflict, even if the attempt destroyed everything we had built in the process.

The attack came on the third night of the Continental Council, when our guards were focused outward toward potential external threats rather than watching for betrayal from within our own gathering. I woke to silver light blazing from my bond mark not the gentle pulse of network communication, but the harsh flare of emergency warning. Through the Eclipse Covenant connections, I felt confusion and terror rippling through the confederation as something severed our links one by one. “Selene!” Darius burst through the tent flap, his armor hastily donned and his sword already in hand. “We’re under attack, but not by anything we can see or fight conventionally.” I rolled from my sleeping furs, the Eclipse Covenant armor manifesting around me as power flowed through awakened channels. Outside, I could hear shouts of alarm mixed with the distinctive sounds of supernatural combat energies clashing, reality distorting, the screams of beings whose abilities were being turned against them. “What kind of attack?” I demanded, extending my senses through the remaining network connections. “Infiltration and sabotage,” Marcus reported, appearing with Elena close behind. “Someone has been moving through the gathering, targeting specific representatives and disrupting their connection to their home confederations.” Through the chaos, I began to sense the true scope of what was happening. This wasn’t random violence it was surgical precision designed to cripple the Continental Council by isolating its members from their support networks. “The missing bloodlines,” I realized with growing horror. “They’re not absent from the gathering they’re here, disguised and working to destroy it from within.” I burst from the tent into a scene of carefully orchestrated chaos. Beings who had been cooperating peacefully for days were now fighting each other with desperate fury, their enhanced abilities creating reality distortions that made the entire camp unstable. But as I watched more carefully, I began to see the patterns. Representatives weren’t fighting randomly they were being manipulated by abilities I couldn’t quite identify, their natural cooperation overridden by external influences. “Mind control,” I breathed. “Someone is forcing them to attack each other.” “Not mind control,” corrected a familiar voice from behind me. “Emotional manipulation. Much more subtle, much harder to detect.” I spun to find Chronicle materializing from their usual crystalline form, but something was wrong with their appearance. The historical reflections that normally played across their faceted surface were darker, showing scenes of supernatural conflicts rather than moments of cooperation. “Chronicle? What’s happening to you?” “I am what I have always been,” they replied, their voice carrying harmonics I had never heard before. “A keeper of supernatural records, including records that some would prefer to remain buried.” Around us, the fighting intensified as more representatives lost control of their emotions, their carefully maintained diplomatic restraint dissolved by whatever forces were acting on them. “You’re one of them,” I said, silver light beginning to gather around my hands as I prepared for confrontation. “One of the missing bloodlines that have been manipulating the awakening crisis.” “We prefer the term ‘correction specialists,’” Chronicle replied, their form shifting to reveal abilities I had never suspected. “Entities whose function is to prevent dangerous deviations from proper supernatural development.” “Like continental confederation?” “Like uncontrolled proliferation of Eclipse Covenant influence,” they corrected. “Your bloodline was eliminated once for attempting to unite all supernatural entities under single authority. We will not permit that mistake to be repeated.” The truth hit me with devastating clarity. The Archival bloodlines hadn’t been neutral observers they had been infiltrators, watching for signs that the Eclipse Covenant was following its ancestors’ path toward tyrannical unity. And they had apparently decided that the Continental Council represented exactly that threat. “The mass awakening,” I said, understanding dawning with sickening realization. “You caused it. Artificial acceleration to create chaos that would justify intervention.” “We provided opportunities for natural development,” Chronicle replied smoothly. “If supernatural communities were stable and well-governed, they would have handled mass awakening without difficulty. The chaos proves they were not ready for expanded abilities.” Around us, the battle was spreading as more representatives succumbed to emotional manipulation. Beings who had been working together to solve continental challenges were now trying to destroy each other with abilities that had never been intended for warfare. “Stop this,” I demanded, power flowing through Eclipse Covenant channels as I prepared to intervene. “These beings came here seeking cooperation, not conflict.” “They came here because they were manipulated by Eclipse Covenant influence,” Chronicle replied. “Remove that influence, and they will return to proper isolationist behavior.” “Isolationist behavior that leaves newly awakened beings without support, that prevents cooperation on continent-spanning challenges?” “Isolationist behavior that prevents another Eclipse Covenant tyranny from consuming supernatural diversity.” The fundamental disagreement was clear they saw any large-scale cooperation as potential domination, while I saw isolation as abandonment of beings who needed support. Neither perspective was entirely wrong, but they were completely incompatible. “I won’t let you destroy what we’ve built,” I said, silver fire beginning to blaze around me as I gathered network power. “And we will not permit you to repeat historical mistakes,” Chronicle replied, their form shifting into something that radiated abilities I couldn’t identify. The confrontation that followed was unlike anything I had experienced. Instead of direct attack, Chronicle and their hidden allies used subtle manipulation enhancing existing doubts, amplifying natural fears, turning my own concerns about continental governance into paralyzing uncertainty. Through the network, I felt confederation members across vast distances beginning to question whether large-scale cooperation was worth the risks. The emotional manipulation was spreading through our connections, using the very bonds we had built as pathways for undermining trust. But as the assault on confidence intensified, something unexpected happened. Instead of succumbing to artificial doubt, alliance members began supporting each other more strongly. The attacks on their emotional stability triggered protective responses that reinforced rather than weakened network connections. “Impossible,” Chronicle said, their certainty wavering as their manipulation techniques failed to achieve expected results. “Eclipse Covenant influence cannot be strengthened by resistance.” “It can when it’s based on genuine choice rather than imposed authority,” I replied, understanding finally dawning. “You’re fighting the wrong enemy. This isn’t the historical Eclipse Covenant it’s something new, something that learned from their mistakes.” Around us, the manufactured conflict began to subside as representatives recognized the artificial nature of their emotional responses. Beings who had been fighting moments before were now working together to identify and counter the manipulation techniques being used against them. “The constitutional safeguards,” I continued, speaking as much to myself as to Chronicle. “The distributed authority, the voluntary participation they’re not just protecting against corruption from within. They’re protecting against subversion from without.” Chronicle’s form flickered with what might have been uncertainty. “Constitutional frameworks cannot prevent the inevitable corruption of power.” “Maybe not,” I agreed. “But they can make that corruption visible to everyone affected by it. Transparency as protection, shared authority as safeguard.” The revelation seemed to shake something fundamental in Chronicle’s certainty. Around us, other Archival infiltrators were being identified and contained by representatives who now understood the true nature of the threat they faced. “You may have prevented one attempt at correction,” Chronicle said as their form began to destabilize. “But there will be others. Power always seeks to expand, and expanded power always becomes tyrannical.” “Then we’ll face those challenges when they come,” I replied. “But we’ll face them together, with constitutional protections and shared oversight.” As the Archival infiltrators withdrew, leaving behind a gathering that had been tested but not destroyed, I realized that the Continental Council had passed its most important evaluation. Not a test of our ability to coordinate resources or manage crises, but a test of whether our constitutional frameworks could protect against sophisticated subversion. The supernatural world was indeed changing faster than anyone could control. But perhaps that was exactly what it needed to become something better than it had ever been before.

The dawn after the Archival attack brought a silence unlike any I had experienced since the confederation’s earliest days. Across the prairie amphitheater, representatives from twelve different supernatural regions sat in contemplative clusters, their earlier enthusiasm for continental cooperation tempered by the realization of how close they had come to destroying it through manufactured conflict.   I walked among them, using Eclipse Covenant abilities not to enhance or coordinate, but simply to listen. The conversations I overheard revealed the depth of impact the previous night’s events had created.   “How do we trust our own emotions when they can be manipulated so precisely?” a crystal-singer was asking their delegation.   “How do we build cooperation when enemies can turn our connections into weapons against us?” wondered a representative from the ocean territories.   The questions were valid and troubling. We had survived the Archival attack, but it had exposed vulnerabilities in our confederation model that none of us had anticipated. Trust, once damaged by the revelation of systematic deception, would not be easily restored.   “Morning assessment,” Darius said quietly, joining me near the amphitheater’s center where the coordination crystals still hummed with residual energy from the night’s conflicts.   “Complicated,” I replied honestly. “We proved that our constitutional frameworks can resist external subversion, but the cost in confidence and trust has been significant.”   “Any delegations considering withdrawal?”   I extended my senses through the remaining network connections, feeling the emotional states of representatives who had traveled vast distances to participate in unprecedented cooperation.   “Three are actively debating it,” I said. “The Mountain Territories delegation feels the risks of large-scale cooperation outweigh the benefits. The Deep Valley Collective is questioning whether continental governance is worth the target it creates. And the Northern Assembly has concerns about operational security if infiltrators can remain undetected for months.”   Each concern was reasonable, rooted in legitimate fears about the vulnerabilities that continental confederation created. The larger and more successful our cooperation became, the more attractive a target we presented to entities that preferred supernatural fragmentation.   “Counter-arguments?” Darius asked.   “The same ones that brought us together in the first place,” I said, gesturing toward the horizon where reality distortions from ongoing awakening events were visible as shimmering aurora displays. “Fifteen thousand newly manifested supernatural individuals who need support that no single confederation can provide. Crisis-level magical instability that requires coordinated response. And evidence that our enemies want us isolated specifically because cooperation makes us stronger.”   Marcus approached with the morning intelligence reports, his expression mixing relief with ongoing concern. “Status update from affected territories. The Archival withdrawal has stopped active manipulation of awakening events, but the underlying instabilities remain. We still have communities facing reality breakdown and newly awakened individuals without support structures.”   The practical challenges hadn’t disappeared with the revelation of enemy involvement. If anything, they had become more urgent now that we understood the artificial acceleration that had been applied to natural awakening processes.   “Proposed solutions from the delegations?” I asked.   Elena appeared with documents that had been circulating through various confederation representatives. “Modified continental structure. Smaller regional cooperatives with limited coordination rather than full integration. Shared expertise and resources but maintained operational separation.”   “Compartmentalization as protection,” Darius observed. “Reduce the scope of potential infiltration while maintaining practical cooperation.”   The approach had merit, but it also represented a step back from the unprecedented unity we had been building. Fear of infiltration could easily become justification for the same isolationist policies that the Archival bloodlines had been trying to enforce.   “There’s another possibility,” I said, an idea crystallizing as I spoke.   “What kind of possibility?”   “Transparency as security,” I replied, moving toward the amphitheater’s speaking platform. “Instead of compartmentalization, we expand openness. Make infiltration more difficult by making deception more visible.”   I activated the communication enchantments, drawing the attention of every representative in the gathering.   “Continental confederation members,” I announced, “I propose we address last night’s attack not by retreating from cooperation, but by advancing toward more complete transparency.”   The reaction was immediate and mixed. Some delegations showed interest in alternative approaches to the security challenges. Others appeared skeptical about solutions that seemed to increase rather than decrease vulnerability.   “Explain,” called the representative from the Western Reach.   “Open network architecture,” I said, letting silver light flow through the coordination crystals to create visual representations of what I was proposing. “Instead of hiding our capabilities and intentions, we make them visible to anyone interested in observing. Infiltrators lose their advantage when they can’t operate in secrecy.”   “That also makes us vulnerable to entities who want to exploit our openness,” pointed out the Deep Forest representative.   “But it makes us stronger against entities who want to manipulate us through deception,” I replied. “The Archival attack succeeded because they could operate undetected. Open network architecture would have revealed their manipulation attempts immediately.”   The debate that followed was intense but productive. Representatives who had been considering withdrawal began engaging with the possibility that increased transparency might provide better security than compartmentalization. Practical concerns were raised and addressed, constitutional frameworks were modified to accommodate open observation, and gradually a new model of continental cooperation began to emerge.   “Transparent confederation,” summarized the Mountain Territories representative. “Open governance, visible decision-making processes, public access to most coordination activities.”   “With constitutional protections for individual privacy and regional autonomy,” I added. “Transparency for collective action, privacy for personal matters.”   “And enforcement mechanisms if member confederations violate transparency agreements?”   “The same mechanisms we’ve established for other constitutional violations,” I replied. “Peer review, graduated responses, ultimate authority for member confederations to withdraw if core principles are compromised.”   As the discussions continued throughout the day, I began to sense something shifting in the gathering’s emotional atmosphere. The fear and suspicion that had dominated morning conversations were giving way to renewed hope and determination.   By evening, when formal votes were taken on the revised confederation structure, the result was unanimous approval. Not because every representative was entirely comfortable with complete transparency, but because they recognized it as the best available response to the vulnerabilities that last night’s attack had revealed.   “Continental Supernatural Confederation established,” Chronicle announced, their Archival authority giving weight to the formal recognition despite their recent revelation as an enemy operative. “Constitutional framework ratified, transparency protocols accepted, governance structure validated.”   Their presence at the ceremony was itself a symbol of the transparency we were embracing. Rather than expelling defeated enemies, we were allowing them to observe our response to their attack, to see firsthand the differences between current confederation principles and the historical Eclipse Covenant tyranny they had feared.   “Final questions before implementation?” I asked the assembled representatives.   “Timeline for supporting the newly awakened individuals?” called someone from the Coastal Alliance.   “Resource deployment begins immediately,” Marcus replied, consulting coordination schedules that had been developed throughout the day. “Crisis management teams to the most unstable territories within 48 hours, support networks for individual awakening cases within a week.”   “Authority structure for inter-confederation disputes?”   “Rotating council leadership with Eclipse Covenant coordination support,” I answered. “No single confederation holds permanent authority over continental decisions.”   “And if the transparency protocols prove insufficient against future infiltration attempts?”   I looked around at the faces watching me beings who had traveled vast distances to participate in unprecedented cooperation, who had survived artificial manipulation designed to turn them against each other, who were now choosing trust over fear despite recent betrayal.   “Then we adapt again,” I said simply. “We learn, we improve our protections, we maintain the principles that make cooperation worthwhile. Because the alternative to facing these challenges together is facing them alone.”   As the Continental Supernatural Confederation was formally established under the prairie stars, I reflected on the journey that had brought us to this moment. From desperate escape to regional alliance to continental governance each step had required choosing cooperation over isolation, transparency over secrecy, principled leadership over expedient power.   The confederation would face many more challenges in the years ahead. But we would face them as unified communities rather than isolated individuals, with constitutional protections and transparent governance that had proven their worth under the ultimate test.   The supernatural world had indeed changed faster than anyone could control.   But perhaps that change was exactly what it needed to become something worthy of the powers it contained.

Six months after the Continental Confederation’s establishment, I found myself standing where my journey had begun at the borders of what had once been Bloodfang territory. But the landscape before me bore little resemblance to the harsh, militaristic domain I had fled in chains and desperation. Where Kael’s fortress had once dominated the valley with its imposing stone walls, a thriving settlement now spread across terraced hillsides. Former Bloodfang wolves worked alongside supernatural refugees, their enhanced abilities directed toward agriculture, craftsmanship, and the kind of peaceful pursuits that would have been impossible under their former Alpha’s rule. “Transformation is remarkable,” Darius observed, joining me at the overlook where we had paused during our inspection tour of confederation territories. “Hard to believe this was ever the source of so much conflict.” I nodded, though my feelings about returning to this place remained complicated. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the contentment of beings who had found purpose in reconstruction rather than conquest. But I could also feel the deeper currents of change that went beyond simple rehabilitation. “Report from the settlement leaders?” I asked Marcus, who had spent the morning interviewing former Bloodfang members about their integration into confederation society. “Overwhelmingly positive,” he replied, consulting notes that reflected months of careful documentation. “Productivity rates exceed pre-confederation levels, conflict incidents are minimal, and satisfaction surveys indicate strong support for current governance structures.” “And Kael?” Marcus’s expression grew more subdued. “Stable but unchanged. The healers believe the magical backlash from your final confrontation caused permanent damage to his cognitive abilities. He remembers fragments of his past but can’t form coherent plans or sustain complex emotions.” I had mixed feelings about my former mate’s condition. The man who had betrayed and tormented me was gone, replaced by someone who seemed more like a confused child than a once-powerful Alpha. Justice or tragedy I could never quite decide which label applied. “Maris sends her regards,” Elena added, approaching with a message scroll bearing familiar handwriting. “She’s requested another meeting when your tour schedule permits.” The relationship with my former friend remained the most complex aspect of returning to these territories. Maris had recovered fully from her artificial enhancements, but the memories of what she had done while under their influence continued to haunt both of us. Forgiveness was possible; forgetting was not. “Schedule it for tomorrow afternoon,” I decided. “After we complete the resource allocation reviews.” As our party continued through the transformed settlement, I found myself reflecting on how dramatically the supernatural world had changed since the confederation’s establishment. The mass awakening crisis had stabilized, with comprehensive support networks ensuring that newly manifested abilities were channeled constructively rather than destructively. But perhaps more significantly, the cultural shifts were becoming apparent even among conventional wolf populations. Communities that had once viewed supernatural abilities with suspicion or fear now actively sought confederation membership, recognizing the practical benefits of enhanced cooperation. “Intelligence reports from the outer territories?” I asked as we settled for the evening meal in what had once been Kael’s great hall. “Twelve new applications for confederation membership this month,” Elena reported. “Including three requests from entirely conventional wolf packs who want access to enhanced communication networks for trade coordination.” The expansion continued to accelerate, driven not by conquest or coercion but by demonstrated benefits that neighboring communities couldn’t ignore. Enhanced agriculture that could feed larger populations, improved healing techniques that reduced disease mortality, communication systems that enabled cooperation across vast distances. “Any concerning developments?” Darius asked. “Regional tensions along the eastern borders,” Marcus replied. “Some conventional packs are expressing concerns about being ‘left behind’ as confederation territories demonstrate increasing prosperity. Nothing hostile yet, but the disparity is creating political pressure in non-confederation regions.” It was a predictable consequence of success the confederation’s achievements made non-membership appear increasingly disadvantageous. But we had learned from the Archival infiltration that forced expansion or manipulated cooperation would ultimately undermine everything we had built. “Continue current policies,” I decided. “Open membership for any entities that request it, support for non-members who need assistance, but no pressure or manipulation to encourage confederation expansion.” “And if the regional tensions escalate to conflict?” Elena asked. “Then we respond as we always have by demonstrating that cooperation produces better outcomes than conflict,” I replied. “Constitutional principles don’t change just because external pressures make them inconvenient.” As the evening progressed, representatives from various confederation settlements shared updates on their particular challenges and successes. The diversity continued to amaze me fire-elementals had developed new metalworking techniques, plant-speakers were revolutionizing agriculture, time-walkers provided insights that improved long-term planning across multiple communities. But perhaps the most significant development was how conventional wolves had adapted to living alongside enhanced individuals. Rather than being marginalized by supernatural abilities, many had discovered that their natural skills were actually more valuable in diverse communities. Strategic thinking, emotional intelligence, cultural wisdom abilities that enhancement couldn’t replace or improve. “Personal question,” Darius said as the formal reports concluded and most attendees had retired to their quarters. “What kind of personal question?” He gestured toward the chamber around us, with its blend of old architecture and new purpose. “Do you ever regret how far we’ve come from the original plan? Simple alliance between a few packs has become continental governance affecting hundreds of thousands of lives.” I considered the question carefully, looking back on the journey from desperate escape to supernatural leadership. The responsibilities were overwhelming, the challenges never-ending, the potential for catastrophic failure always present. “No,” I said finally. “Because the alternative was letting those hundreds of thousands of lives face their challenges alone.” “Even knowing what we know now about the costs and complications?” “Especially knowing what we know now.” I stood and moved to the window, looking out over the settled valley where former enemies now worked together toward common goals. “The original Eclipse Covenant failed because they tried to impose unity through force. We’ve succeeded because we offered it through choice.” “And you think that distinction will hold as we continue growing?” “I think it has to,” I replied honestly. “Because the moment we start believing that ends justify means, we become what our enemies claimed we already were.” Through the network, I could sense the vast web of connections that now linked supernatural entities across the continent. Not the forced unity that had corrupted my ancestors, but the chosen cooperation that had proven stronger than any external manipulation or internal pressure. “There’s something else,” Darius said, producing a sealed message that bore official confederation symbols. “Communication from the Western Reach consortium. They’ve received inquiries from overseas supernatural communities about establishing similar confederations.” The implications sent both excitement and apprehension through me. Our model was spreading beyond the continent, potentially creating a global network of supernatural cooperation that would have been unimaginable just years before. “What kind of inquiries?” “Requests for consultation, resource sharing, and possible alliance structures. Apparently, word of our success has traveled further than we realized.” I took the message, feeling the weight of possibilities and responsibilities it represented. The confederation had proven that large-scale supernatural cooperation was possible, but exporting that success to entirely different cultural and magical contexts would present challenges none of us had prepared for. “Response?” I asked. “That’s what they want to know from confederation leadership,” Darius replied. “Do we expand our scope to include overseas territories, or do we focus on perfecting what we’ve already built?” The question would require extensive consultation with all member confederations, careful consideration of resources and capabilities, and probably months of debate about constitutional frameworks that could accommodate global diversity. But as I looked out over the transformed Bloodfang territory, seeing former enemies working together in the light of confederation success, I knew what my answer would be. The principles that had guided us this far cooperation over conquest, transparency over secrecy, choice over coercion weren’t limited by geographical boundaries. If supernatural entities on other continents were seeking the same kinds of solutions we had developed, we had a responsibility to share what we had learned. The confederation’s next chapter was about to begin.

The meeting with Maris took place in a garden that had once been Kael’s private training ground, where he had practiced the combat techniques that made him such a formidable Alpha. Now it bloomed with flowers tended by former warriors who had discovered peace in nurturing life rather than ending it.   My former friend sat beside a fountain that played with water shaped by supernatural abilities, her scarred hands folded in her lap as she watched koi swim in patterns that seemed almost choreographed. The artificial enhancements were gone, but their legacy remained in the careful way she moved, as though afraid her body might betray her again.   “You look well,” she said as I settled beside her on the stone bench. “Leadership suits you better than I expected when we were young.”   “I never expected to be leading anything,” I replied honestly. “Surviving was ambitious enough when I fled this place.”   “And now you coordinate supernatural governance across half the continent,” Maris observed with something that might have been pride or regret. “The girl who used to ask me for advice about court politics has become the most influential supernatural entity in recorded history.”   The assessment made me uncomfortable, as it always did when people focused on power rather than purpose. “I facilitate cooperation between entities who choose to work together. That’s different from wielding influence.”   “Is it?” she asked, her tone carrying the same sharpness that had once made her such an effective political manipulator. “When your decisions affect the lives of hundreds of thousands of beings, when entire regions reshape their societies based on confederation membership, can you really claim you’re not exercising unprecedented authority?”   The question touched on concerns that kept me awake during the quiet hours before dawn. The confederation had grown far beyond anything its founders had envisioned, and with that growth came responsibilities that sometimes felt indistinguishable from the power I had sworn never to abuse.   “The constitutional frameworks prevent individual authority from overriding collective choice,” I said, though even as I spoke the words I wondered if they were entirely true.   “Constitutional frameworks written under your influence, implemented through networks you coordinate, interpreted by councils where your opinion carries extraordinary weight,” Maris replied. “I’m not criticizing-I’m observing that you’ve achieved something our ancestors thought impossible.”   “What’s that?”   “Ethical supremacy. Power exercised in service of principles rather than personal ambition.” She turned to face me directly, her eyes carrying depths of understanding that came from having experienced the alternative. “It’s remarkable, and it’s also terrifying.”   “Terrifying how?”   “Because it depends entirely on you remaining the person you are now,” she said quietly. “The confederation works because Selene of the Eclipse Covenant can be trusted with unprecedented authority. But what happens when that’s no longer true?”   The conversation was heading toward territories I preferred not to explore, but Maris had always been skilled at forcing uncomfortable truths into the light.   “The distributed governance structures-” I began.   “Are dominated by your network connections,” she interrupted. “Enhanced beings who literally share consciousness with you during decision-making processes. How independent can their choices really be?”   I wanted to argue, to point out the safeguards and constitutional protections that prevented exactly the kind of abuse she was describing. But her questions echoed doubts I had been trying to suppress for months.   “What are you suggesting?” I asked.   “That you consider stepping back from active leadership before circumstances force that choice,” she replied. “Establish true independence for confederation governance while you still have the moral authority to do so voluntarily.”   The suggestion hit like a physical blow. Step back from the confederation I had helped build, abandon the beings who depended on Eclipse Covenant coordination, remove myself from the work that had given my life meaning and purpose?   “Thousands of newly awakened individuals still need support,” I protested. “Continental coordination requires someone with my particular abilities. Regional conflicts-”   “Will continue to exist regardless of whether you’re personally involved in resolving them,” Maris said gently. “The confederation has proven its viability. Maybe it’s time to prove it can function without its founder’s constant involvement.”   Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the emotional states of beings across vast distances-their contentment with confederation life, their confidence in current governance structures, their trust in leadership that had consistently chosen their welfare over personal aggrandizement.   But I could also sense something else: a subtle dependency that had developed over months of shared consciousness and coordinated decision-making. The network had become more than a tool for cooperation-it had become a form of benevolent oversight that might be difficult to remove without causing instability.   “You’re asking me to risk everything we’ve built,” I said.   “I’m asking you to trust everything you’ve built,” she corrected. “To believe that the principles and structures you’ve established are strong enough to survive without your personal oversight.”   Before I could respond, commotion from the settlement’s communication center announced urgent messages requiring immediate attention. Marcus appeared at the garden’s entrance, his expression mixing excitement with concern.   “Emergency council communication from the Western Reach consortium,” he reported breathlessly. “The overseas inquiries we discussed-they’re not just requests for consultation. Supernatural entities from three different continents are requesting immediate assistance with crisis situations that threaten their regional stability.”   The implications struck me immediately. While we had been debating the confederation’s future development, supernatural communities on other continents had apparently reached crisis points that only experienced intervention could resolve.   “What kind of crisis situations?” I asked, already knowing the answer would complicate everything.   “Mass awakening events similar to what we experienced, but without any support structures or constitutional frameworks to manage the chaos,” Marcus replied. “Plus armed conflicts between newly enhanced communities and conventional populations who view supernatural abilities as existential threats.”   “Casualty estimates?”   “Unknown, but the magical signatures visible from long-range observation suggest entire regions are experiencing reality breakdown.” His voice carried the strain of someone trying to process information beyond normal comprehension. “They’re requesting confederation intervention not just as consultation, but as direct assistance to prevent what they’re calling ‘supernatural apocalypse.’”   I looked at Maris, seeing understanding pass between us. Her suggestion that I step back from active leadership had just become impossible-at least temporarily. Crisis situations on multiple continents would require exactly the kind of coordination that Eclipse Covenant abilities were designed to provide.   “Response timeline?” I asked.   “Immediate,” Marcus replied. “The magical instabilities are accelerating. Without intervention within days rather than weeks, the affected regions could become permanently uninhabitable.”   “Then we respond,” I decided, rising from the garden bench. “Emergency session of the Continental Council, resource mobilization for overseas assistance, coordination with any existing supernatural entities in the affected regions.”   As Marcus hurried away to begin implementation, Maris caught my arm.   “This proves my point rather than contradicting it,” she said urgently. “The confederation has become dependent on your personal involvement to handle major crises. What happens when you’re not available? When age or injury or simple exhaustion prevents you from serving as the supernatural world’s primary crisis coordinator?”   “Then others will have to step forward,” I replied. “But right now, beings are dying while we debate governance theory.”   “And tomorrow? Next year? When the next impossible crisis requires intervention that only Eclipse Covenant abilities can provide?”   I pulled free of her grasp, though her words continued to echo in my mind as I walked toward the communication center.   She was right, of course. The confederation had achieved unprecedented success, but that success had created dependencies that might prove as dangerous as the isolation we had worked to overcome.   But crisis response couldn’t wait for perfect solutions to complex governance problems.   The supernatural world needed help now, and I was the only being with the abilities and authority to coordinate assistance on the required scale.   The question of sustainable leadership would have to wait until after we prevented supernatural apocalypse on three different continents.   Some responsibilities couldn’t be delegated, no matter how much wisdom might suggest otherwise.

The meeting with Maris took place in a garden that had once been Kael’s private training ground, where he had practiced the combat techniques that made him such a formidable Alpha. Now it bloomed with flowers tended by former warriors who had discovered peace in nurturing life rather than ending it. My former friend sat beside a fountain that played with water shaped by supernatural abilities, her scarred hands folded in her lap as she watched koi swim in patterns that seemed almost choreographed. The artificial enhancements were gone, but their legacy remained in the careful way she moved, as though afraid her body might betray her again. “You look well,” she said as I settled beside her on the stone bench. “Leadership suits you better than I expected when we were young.” “I never expected to be leading anything,” I replied honestly. “Surviving was ambitious enough when I fled this place.” “And now you coordinate supernatural governance across half the continent,” Maris observed with something that might have been pride or regret. “The girl who used to ask me for advice about court politics has become the most influential supernatural entity in recorded history.” The assessment made me uncomfortable, as it always did when people focused on power rather than purpose. “I facilitate cooperation between entities who choose to work together. That’s different from wielding influence.” “Is it?” she asked, her tone carrying the same sharpness that had once made her such an effective political manipulator. “When your decisions affect the lives of hundreds of thousands of beings, when entire regions reshape their societies based on confederation membership, can you really claim you’re not exercising unprecedented authority?” The question touched on concerns that kept me awake during the quiet hours before dawn. The confederation had grown far beyond anything its founders had envisioned, and with that growth came responsibilities that sometimes felt indistinguishable from the power I had sworn never to abuse. “The constitutional frameworks prevent individual authority from overriding collective choice,” I said, though even as I spoke the words I wondered if they were entirely true. “Constitutional frameworks written under your influence, implemented through networks you coordinate, interpreted by councils where your opinion carries extraordinary weight,” Maris replied. “I’m not criticizing—I’m observing that you’ve achieved something our ancestors thought impossible.” “What’s that?” “Ethical supremacy. Power exercised in service of principles rather than personal ambition.” She turned to face me directly, her eyes carrying depths of understanding that came from having experienced the alternative. “It’s remarkable, and it’s also terrifying.” “Terrifying how?” “Because it depends entirely on you remaining the person you are now,” she said quietly. “The confederation works because Selene of the Eclipse Covenant can be trusted with unprecedented authority. But what happens when that’s no longer true?” The conversation was heading toward territories I preferred not to explore, but Maris had always been skilled at forcing uncomfortable truths into the light. “The distributed governance structures—” I began. “Are dominated by your network connections,” she interrupted. “Enhanced beings who literally share consciousness with you during decision-making processes. How independent can their choices really be?” I wanted to argue, to point out the safeguards and constitutional protections that prevented exactly the kind of abuse she was describing. But her questions echoed doubts I had been trying to suppress for months. “What are you suggesting?” I asked. “That you consider stepping back from active leadership before circumstances force that choice,” she replied. “Establish true independence for confederation governance while you still have the moral authority to do so voluntarily.” The suggestion hit like a physical blow. Step back from the confederation I had helped build, abandon the beings who depended on Eclipse Covenant coordination, remove myself from the work that had given my life meaning and purpose? “Thousands of newly awakened individuals still need support,” I protested. “Continental coordination requires someone with my particular abilities. Regional conflicts—” “Will continue to exist regardless of whether you’re personally involved in resolving them,” Maris said gently. “The confederation has proven its viability. Maybe it’s time to prove it can function without its founder’s constant involvement.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the emotional states of beings across vast distances—their contentment with confederation life, their confidence in current governance structures, their trust in leadership that had consistently chosen their welfare over personal aggrandizement. But I could also sense something else: a subtle dependency that had developed over months of shared consciousness and coordinated decision-making. The network had become more than a tool for cooperation—it had become a form of benevolent oversight that might be difficult to remove without causing instability. “You’re asking me to risk everything we’ve built,” I said. “I’m asking you to trust everything you’ve built,” she corrected. “To believe that the principles and structures you’ve established are strong enough to survive without your personal oversight.” Before I could respond, commotion from the settlement’s communication center announced urgent messages requiring immediate attention. Marcus appeared at the garden’s entrance, his expression mixing excitement with concern. “Emergency council communication from the Western Reach consortium,” he reported breathlessly. “The overseas inquiries we discussed—they’re not just requests for consultation. Supernatural entities from three different continents are requesting immediate assistance with crisis situations that threaten their regional stability.” The implications struck me immediately. While we had been debating the confederation’s future development, supernatural communities on other continents had apparently reached crisis points that only experienced intervention could resolve. “What kind of crisis situations?” I asked, already knowing the answer would complicate everything. “Mass awakening events similar to what we experienced, but without any support structures or constitutional frameworks to manage the chaos,” Marcus replied. “Plus armed conflicts between newly enhanced communities and conventional populations who view supernatural abilities as existential threats.” “Casualty estimates?” “Unknown, but the magical signatures visible from long-range observation suggest entire regions are experiencing reality breakdown.” His voice carried the strain of someone trying to process information beyond normal comprehension. “They’re requesting confederation intervention not just as consultation, but as direct assistance to prevent what they’re calling ‘supernatural apocalypse.’” I looked at Maris, seeing understanding pass between us. Her suggestion that I step back from active leadership had just become impossible—at least temporarily. Crisis situations on multiple continents would require exactly the kind of coordination that Eclipse Covenant abilities were designed to provide. “Response timeline?” I asked. “Immediate,” Marcus replied. “The magical instabilities are accelerating. Without intervention within days rather than weeks, the affected regions could become permanently uninhabitable.” “Then we respond,” I decided, rising from the garden bench. “Emergency session of the Continental Council, resource mobilization for overseas assistance, coordination with any existing supernatural entities in the affected regions.” As Marcus hurried away to begin implementation, Maris caught my arm. “This proves my point rather than contradicting it,” she said urgently. “The confederation has become dependent on your personal involvement to handle major crises. What happens when you’re not available? When age or injury or simple exhaustion prevents you from serving as the supernatural world’s primary crisis coordinator?” “Then others will have to step forward,” I replied. “But right now, beings are dying while we debate governance theory.” “And tomorrow? Next year? When the next impossible crisis requires intervention that only Eclipse Covenant abilities can provide?” I pulled free of her grasp, though her words continued to echo in my mind as I walked toward the communication center. She was right, of course. The confederation had achieved unprecedented success, but that success had created dependencies that might prove as dangerous as the isolation we had worked to overcome. But crisis response couldn’t wait for perfect solutions to complex governance problems. The supernatural world needed help now, and I was the only being with the abilities and authority to coordinate assistance on the required scale. The question of sustainable leadership would have to wait until after we prevented supernatural apocalypse on three different continents. Some responsibilities couldn’t be delegated, no matter how much wisdom might suggest otherwise.

The Continental Council convened in emergency session within hours, but the scope of the global crisis quickly overwhelmed our existing coordination capabilities. Representatives from twelve confederations found themselves attempting to coordinate response efforts across three continents simultaneously a logistical nightmare that pushed every system we had developed to its breaking point. “Situation assessment from the Overseas Observation Network,” Elena announced, her voice tight with exhaustion after hours of coordinating long-distance communications. “Eastern Continent: seventeen regions experiencing uncontrolled awakening events, estimated forty thousand newly manifested individuals without support structures. Southern Continent: armed conflicts between enhanced and conventional populations in at least six major territories. Western Continent: complete governmental breakdown as supernatural entities attempt to establish dominance hierarchies.” The numbers were staggering, but what made them truly terrifying was the accelerating timeline. Each day brought reports of worsening conditions, reality breakdowns spreading beyond their initial boundaries, and casualty counts that no single organization could meaningfully address. “Response capacity analysis?” I asked, though I suspected the answer would be discouraging. Marcus consulted coordination matrices that had grown increasingly complex as we attempted to manage multiple continental crises. “At current resource levels, we can provide meaningful assistance to perhaps a third of the affected regions. Attempting to respond everywhere simultaneously would dilute our efforts to the point of ineffectiveness.” “Which means choosing which communities live and which ones die,” Darius observed grimly. “While we debate resource allocation, people are suffering from supernatural chaos we might be able to prevent.” The weight of those choices pressed down on the council chamber like a physical presence. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the emotional states of every representative present their frustration with impossible decisions, their guilt over limitations that prevented comprehensive response, their growing awareness that confederation success had created responsibilities no single organization could fulfill. “Alternative approaches?” I asked, hoping someone had identified options we hadn’t considered. “Distributed response model,” suggested the representative from the Western Reach. “Instead of centralized coordination, we establish multiple intervention teams with local authority to address regional crises.” “Local authority without central oversight?” Chronicle asked, their Archival perspective providing uncomfortable but necessary questions. “That increases the risk of response teams developing their own agendas or making decisions that conflict with confederation principles.” “But it also increases our response capacity and reduces the coordination bottlenecks that are currently limiting our effectiveness,” the Deep Forest representative pointed out. The debate that followed revealed fundamental tensions in confederation philosophy that we had managed to avoid while dealing with continental challenges. Centralized coordination provided consistency and adherence to constitutional principles, but it also created single points of failure that couldn’t scale to handle global crises. Distributed authority would allow faster, more flexible responses, but it would also risk fragmenting the confederation into autonomous units that might gradually drift away from shared values. “Personal question,” Astral said, her star-bright eyes fixed on me with uncomfortable intensity. “Eclipse Covenant capabilities for direct intervention rather than coordination support?” The question struck at the heart of what Maris had been trying to tell me. Instead of facilitating cooperation between willing entities, I could potentially use Eclipse Covenant powers to impose solutions on chaotic situations. Force awakening stabilization, compel cooperation between hostile factions, override local authority in service of what I considered greater good. “Constitutional restrictions prohibit forced intervention without consent,” I replied, though the words felt hollow given the scale of suffering that consent requirements might perpetuate. “Constitutional restrictions written for continental cooperation, not global crisis management,” Astral observed. “Perhaps emergency powers doctrine needs consideration.” Emergency powers. The same justification that had led my ancestors down the path to tyrannical unity. Exceptional circumstances requiring exceptional authority, temporary measures that somehow never became temporary, constitutional restrictions that could be suspended whenever necessity seemed to justify it. “No,” I said firmly, surprising several council members with the vehemence of my response. “The moment we decide that emergency circumstances justify overriding constitutional principles, we become what we’ve worked so hard to avoid becoming.” “And if constitutional principles prevent us from saving lives that could be preserved through less scrupulous means?” Chronicle asked. The question hung in the chamber’s air like a blade waiting to fall. Every representative present knew the philosophical trap being laid choose between adherence to principles and practical effectiveness, between moral consistency and expedient results. “Then we find ways to save lives without abandoning the principles that make saving them worthwhile,” I replied, though I wasn’t entirely certain such ways existed given the scale of the current crises. “Proposed solution?” the Mountain Territories representative asked. I looked around the council chamber at beings who had traveled vast distances to participate in unprecedented cooperation, who had proven that supernatural entities could work together without losing their individual identities, who now faced challenges that might destroy everything they had built together. “Voluntary expansion,” I said, the concept crystallizing as I spoke. “We offer confederation membership to overseas supernatural entities, but only if they actively request it and agree to constitutional frameworks. No imposed solutions, no forced intervention, no emergency authority that overrides local choice.” “That could take months to implement,” Marcus pointed out. “During which time the crisis situations continue to deteriorate.” “Then we provide emergency assistance while the membership process proceeds,” I replied. “Crisis management teams operating under confederation principles, offering help to any entities willing to accept it, but making no attempt to impose our governance structures on unwilling populations.” “And if local authorities refuse assistance while their territories experience supernatural breakdown?” “Then we document the refusal, offer alternatives, and respect their right to make choices we consider unwise.” The words were difficult to speak, knowing they might result in preventable deaths. “Because the alternative is becoming another form of supernatural colonialism.” The debate continued for hours, with representatives exploring every aspect of how voluntary expansion might work in practice. Constitutional modifications were proposed and refined, resource allocation strategies were developed and tested against hypothetical scenarios, communication protocols were established for entities who might not share confederation magical paradigms. But throughout the discussions, I could feel the weight of time pressing against our deliberations. Every hour spent in careful planning was another hour that overseas communities suffered from uncontrolled supernatural chaos. As the emergency session extended into its second day, urgent messages arrived that made further delay impossible. “Critical threshold breach on the Eastern Continent,” Elena announced, her voice carrying the exhaustion of someone who had been coordinating crisis communications for days without rest. “Three major urban centers have experienced complete reality breakdown. Estimated population of affected areas exceeds two million beings.” The chamber fell silent as representatives absorbed the implications. Two million beings facing supernatural apocalypse more than the entire population of all confederation territories combined. “Response timeline for voluntary assistance?” I asked. “Immediate,” Marcus replied. “The breakdown is accelerating beyond our ability to track. Without intervention within the next twelve hours, the affected areas could become permanently uninhabitable.” I stood, feeling the eyes of every council member focusing on me as the moment of ultimate decision arrived. Maintain constitutional principles while millions suffered, or abandon those principles to save lives that expedient action might preserve. “Emergency response authorization,” I announced. “All available confederation resources deployed for overseas assistance. Constitutional principles maintained, voluntary cooperation prioritized, but immediate crisis intervention for any entities requesting help.” “And if the crisis exceeds our response capabilities?” Chronicle asked. I looked around the chamber one final time, seeing faces that reflected my own awareness of what we were attempting. “Then we fail honorably rather than succeed dishonorably,” I said. “Because the supernatural world needs examples of principled leadership more than it needs additional tyrants, regardless of how well-intentioned those tyrants might be.” As confederation forces prepared for the largest intervention in our history, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were about to discover whether ethical governance could survive contact with impossible choices. The answer would determine not just the fate of overseas supernatural communities, but the future of everything we had built together.

The trans-oceanic deployment required abilities that the confederation had never tested at such scale. Traditional travel would take weeks time that overseas communities didn’t have as reality breakdown accelerated beyond containment. Instead, we relied on supernatural entities whose powers could bridge vast distances through methods that defied conventional understanding. I stood at the center of a massive ritual circle carved into the prairie floor, surrounded by beings whose combined abilities would attempt something unprecedented in recorded history. Spatial-folders who could compress distance, dimension-walkers who could step between realities, time-stream navigators who could accelerate our passage through alternate temporal flows. “Coordination matrix established,” announced the lead spatial-folder, their form flickering between visible and not as they manipulated local space-time. “Target destinations confirmed, emergency supply caches positioned, communication relays activated.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the growing strain on every entity participating in the translocation effort. Moving three hundred confederation specialists across oceanic distances would drain reserves that might be crucial for the actual crisis response. “Final equipment check,” Darius called, reviewing lists that had grown increasingly complex as we attempted to prepare for unknown challenges. “Medical supplies, reality stabilization crystals, emergency shelter materials, communication equipment rated for dimensional interference.” The logistical requirements were staggering, but they paled beside the emotional weight of what we were attempting. Every confederation member participating in the deployment understood that they might not return overseas intervention in supernatural chaos carried risks that no amount of preparation could entirely eliminate. “Personal question,” I said to the assembled volunteers during our final briefing. “Anyone who wants to withdraw from deployment can do so without prejudice. What we’re attempting has never been tried before, and failure could mean worse than death.” No one stepped back. Three hundred beings from dozens of different bloodlines, united not by species or territory but by shared commitment to the principles that had made confederation possible. “Thank you,” I said, meaning it more than they could know. The translocation began at dawn, reality folding around us as spatial-folders compressed the distance between continents into something that could be traversed in moments rather than months. The sensation was indescribable existing in multiple locations simultaneously, experiencing the curvature of space as a physical presence, feeling the weight of oceans passing beneath our altered consciousness. Then we were through, materializing on shorelines that reeked of supernatural chaos and dimensional instability. The Eastern Continent spread before us like a fever dream of uncontrolled magical manifestation. Where major cities had once stood, reality distortions created landscapes that shifted between different physical laws from moment to moment. Gravity flowed in visible streams, time moved in spirals that aged some areas to dust while leaving others frozen in temporal amber, matter itself seemed uncertain about maintaining consistent forms. “By the goddess,” Marcus breathed, his tactical mind struggling to process destruction on a scale that defied military classification. Through my enhanced senses, I could detect the supernatural signatures of beings trapped within the chaos zones tens of thousands of entities whose awakened abilities had interacted destructively, creating cascade failures that consumed entire urban regions. “Survivor readings?” I asked the assessment team that had accompanied our deployment. “Sporadic and inconsistent,” Elena replied, her healing abilities overwhelmed by the scope of injury and distress radiating from affected areas. “Some pockets show organized resistance to the chaos, but most regions appear to be experiencing complete social collapse.” “Local authorities?” “Unknown. We’re detecting communication attempts, but the dimensional interference makes translation difficult.” I extended Eclipse Covenant abilities toward the nearest chaos zone, immediately recoiling from what I encountered there. Not just uncontrolled supernatural power, but deliberate malevolence entities whose awakened abilities had been turned toward destruction rather than creation, who seemed to be feeding on the chaos they had helped create. “This isn’t just uncontrolled awakening,” I announced to the deployment teams. “Someone or something is actively encouraging destructive manifestations.” “The same kind of manipulation we faced from the Archival bloodlines?” Darius asked. “Different but related. Less subtle, more direct. Instead of emotional manipulation to turn cooperation into conflict, this feels like ability enhancement that specifically encourages harmful applications.” The revelation cast our intervention efforts in new light. Instead of simply providing crisis management support, we might be walking into active opposition from entities whose goals directly conflicted with confederation principles. “Recommended approach?” Chronicle asked, their Archival perspective providing unwelcome but necessary strategic thinking. I studied the chaos zones, seeing patterns in the destruction that suggested both random manifestation and deliberate targeting. Some areas showed signs of supernatural communities that had achieved temporary stability, while others displayed the systematic devastation that came from coordinated assault. “Triage protocols,” I decided. “Priority assistance to any communities that have maintained organization and are requesting help. Investigation teams to identify the entities encouraging destructive manifestations. Combat specialists to neutralize active threats while crisis management teams provide stability support.” “Rules of engagement?” Marcus asked. The question struck at the heart of constitutional principles that had never been tested under combat conditions. Confederation forces were trained for crisis response and diplomatic intervention, not military action against hostile supernatural entities. “Constitutional framework applies even in combat situations,” I said firmly. “Minimum necessary force, protection of non-combatants as highest priority, immediate cessation of hostilities if hostile entities request negotiation.” “And if hostile entities show no interest in negotiation while continuing to encourage destructive chaos?” Chronicle pressed. “Then we protect the beings we can protect while documenting evidence of deliberate supernatural terrorism,” I replied. “Justice through appropriate authorities, not battlefield execution.” As confederation teams dispersed toward their assigned intervention zones, I found myself leading the largest group toward what had once been the Eastern Continent’s primary urban center. Intelligence suggested that whatever entities were encouraging the chaos had established some kind of command presence there. The journey took us through landscapes that challenged fundamental assumptions about how reality should function. We passed through forests where the trees existed in past and future simultaneously, across rivers that flowed upward through crystalline air, around mountains that phased in and out of existence according to rhythms that hurt to perceive directly. “How do people survive in conditions like this?” Elena asked as we navigated around a zone where gravity pointed in random directions. “They adapt or they die,” I replied grimly. “And judging by the lack of life signs in most areas, adaptation hasn’t been particularly successful.” But as we approached the former urban center, signs of organization became apparent. Defensive barriers constructed from stabilized reality, communication networks that functioned despite dimensional interference, organized patrols of beings whose abilities had been trained for crisis conditions rather than random destruction. “Survivors,” Marcus announced with relief. “Organized survivors with defensive capabilities.” The contact protocols that followed were among the most complex the confederation had ever attempted. Communication across species barriers was challenging enough; communication across dimensional instabilities while approaching beings who had survived supernatural apocalypse required techniques we had to improvise on the spot. But eventually, comprehension was achieved. The organized survivors were refugees from multiple awakening communities, led by entities who had recognized the destructive potential of uncontrolled abilities and had worked to create stability zones within the broader chaos. “You’re from across the ocean?” their leader asked through translation crystals that barely managed to convey meaning across our different magical paradigms. “The legendary cooperation territories that achieved awakening without destruction?” “We’re from the Continental Confederation,” I confirmed. “We received distress communications requesting assistance with crisis management.” “Crisis management,” they repeated with bitter laughter. “Is that what you call this?” They gestured toward the horizon, where reality distortions painted the sky in colors that had no names, where the remnants of civilization existed as fragments scattered across impossible landscapes. “This isn’t crisis,” their leader continued. “This is war. War between beings who awakened to creation and beings who awakened to consumption. And we’re losing.” The revelation cast everything in new perspective. Not just uncontrolled supernatural manifestation, but active conflict between opposed philosophies of what awakened abilities should be used for. “Tell us about these consumption entities,” I said, recognizing patterns that echoed our own confederation’s early challenges. What they described was worse than anything we had faced beings whose awakened abilities specifically fed on destruction, who grew stronger by unmaking the achievements of others, who viewed any form of stability or cooperation as resources to be harvested. “They call themselves the Unraveling,” the survivor leader explained. “And they’ve been systematically destroying every attempt at rebuilding civilization since the mass awakening began.” As I processed this information, I realized that our intervention had just become exponentially more complicated. We weren’t just providing crisis management support we were potentially entering a supernatural war between creation and destruction, between cooperation and consumption. And the outcome would determine not just the fate of the Eastern Continent, but the future of supernatural society across the world.

The Continental Council convened in emergency session within hours, but the scope of the global crisis quickly overwhelmed our existing coordination capabilities. Representatives from twelve confederations found themselves attempting to coordinate response efforts across three continents simultaneously a logistical nightmare that pushed every system we had developed to its breaking point.   “Situation assessment from the Overseas Observation Network,” Elena announced, her voice tight with exhaustion after hours of coordinating long-distance communications. “Eastern Continent: seventeen regions experiencing uncontrolled awakening events, estimated forty thousand newly manifested individuals without support structures. Southern Continent: armed conflicts between enhanced and conventional populations in at least six major territories. Western Continent: complete governmental breakdown as supernatural entities attempt to establish dominance hierarchies.”   The numbers were staggering, but what made them truly terrifying was the accelerating timeline. Each day brought reports of worsening conditions, reality breakdowns spreading beyond their initial boundaries, and casualty counts that no single organization could meaningfully address.   “Response capacity analysis?” I asked, though I suspected the answer would be discouraging.   Marcus consulted coordination matrices that had grown increasingly complex as we attempted to manage multiple continental crises. “At current resource levels, we can provide meaningful assistance to perhaps a third of the affected regions. Attempting to respond everywhere simultaneously would dilute our efforts to the point of ineffectiveness.”   “Which means choosing which communities live and which ones die,” Darius observed grimly. “While we debate resource allocation, people are suffering from supernatural chaos we might be able to prevent.”   The weight of those choices pressed down on the council chamber like a physical presence. Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the emotional states of every representative present their frustration with impossible decisions, their guilt over limitations that prevented comprehensive response, their growing awareness that confederation success had created responsibilities no single organization could fulfill.   “Alternative approaches?” I asked, hoping someone had identified options we hadn’t considered.   “Distributed response model,” suggested the representative from the Western Reach. “Instead of centralized coordination, we establish multiple intervention teams with local authority to address regional crises.”   “Local authority without central oversight?” Chronicle asked, their Archival perspective providing uncomfortable but necessary questions. “That increases the risk of response teams developing their own agendas or making decisions that conflict with confederation principles.”   “But it also increases our response capacity and reduces the coordination bottlenecks that are currently limiting our effectiveness,” the Deep Forest representative pointed out.   The debate that followed revealed fundamental tensions in confederation philosophy that we had managed to avoid while dealing with continental challenges. Centralized coordination provided consistency and adherence to constitutional principles, but it also created single points of failure that couldn’t scale to handle global crises.   Distributed authority would allow faster, more flexible responses, but it would also risk fragmenting the confederation into autonomous units that might gradually drift away from shared values.   “Personal question,” Astral said, her star-bright eyes fixed on me with uncomfortable intensity. “Eclipse Covenant capabilities for direct intervention rather than coordination support?”   The question struck at the heart of what Maris had been trying to tell me. Instead of facilitating cooperation between willing entities, I could potentially use Eclipse Covenant powers to impose solutions on chaotic situations. Force awakening stabilization, compel cooperation between hostile factions, override local authority in service of what I considered greater good.   “Constitutional restrictions prohibit forced intervention without consent,” I replied, though the words felt hollow given the scale of suffering that consent requirements might perpetuate.   “Constitutional restrictions written for continental cooperation, not global crisis management,” Astral observed. “Perhaps emergency powers doctrine needs consideration.”   Emergency powers. The same justification that had led my ancestors down the path to tyrannical unity. Exceptional circumstances requiring exceptional authority, temporary measures that somehow never became temporary, constitutional restrictions that could be suspended whenever necessity seemed to justify it.   “No,” I said firmly, surprising several council members with the vehemence of my response. “The moment we decide that emergency circumstances justify overriding constitutional principles, we become what we’ve worked so hard to avoid becoming.”   “And if constitutional principles prevent us from saving lives that could be preserved through less scrupulous means?” Chronicle asked.   The question hung in the chamber’s air like a blade waiting to fall. Every representative present knew the philosophical trap being laid choose between adherence to principles and practical effectiveness, between moral consistency and expedient results.   “Then we find ways to save lives without abandoning the principles that make saving them worthwhile,” I replied, though I wasn’t entirely certain such ways existed given the scale of the current crises.   “Proposed solution?” the Mountain Territories representative asked.   I looked around the council chamber at beings who had traveled vast distances to participate in unprecedented cooperation, who had proven that supernatural entities could work together without losing their individual identities, who now faced challenges that might destroy everything they had built together.   “Voluntary expansion,” I said, the concept crystallizing as I spoke. “We offer confederation membership to overseas supernatural entities, but only if they actively request it and agree to constitutional frameworks. No imposed solutions, no forced intervention, no emergency authority that overrides local choice.”   “That could take months to implement,” Marcus pointed out. “During which time the crisis situations continue to deteriorate.”   “Then we provide emergency assistance while the membership process proceeds,” I replied. “Crisis management teams operating under confederation principles, offering help to any entities willing to accept it, but making no attempt to impose our governance structures on unwilling populations.”   “And if local authorities refuse assistance while their territories experience supernatural breakdown?”   “Then we document the refusal, offer alternatives, and respect their right to make choices we consider unwise.” The words were difficult to speak, knowing they might result in preventable deaths. “Because the alternative is becoming another form of supernatural colonialism.”   The debate continued for hours, with representatives exploring every aspect of how voluntary expansion might work in practice. Constitutional modifications were proposed and refined, resource allocation strategies were developed and tested against hypothetical scenarios, communication protocols were established for entities who might not share confederation magical paradigms.   But throughout the discussions, I could feel the weight of time pressing against our deliberations. Every hour spent in careful planning was another hour that overseas communities suffered from uncontrolled supernatural chaos.   As the emergency session extended into its second day, urgent messages arrived that made further delay impossible.   “Critical threshold breach on the Eastern Continent,” Elena announced, her voice carrying the exhaustion of someone who had been coordinating crisis communications for days without rest. “Three major urban centers have experienced complete reality breakdown. Estimated population of affected areas exceeds two million beings.”   The chamber fell silent as representatives absorbed the implications. Two million beings facing supernatural apocalypse more than the entire population of all confederation territories combined.   “Response timeline for voluntary assistance?” I asked.   “Immediate,” Marcus replied. “The breakdown is accelerating beyond our ability to track. Without intervention within the next twelve hours, the affected areas could become permanently uninhabitable.”   I stood, feeling the eyes of every council member focusing on me as the moment of ultimate decision arrived. Maintain constitutional principles while millions suffered, or abandon those principles to save lives that expedient action might preserve.   “Emergency response authorization,” I announced. “All available confederation resources deployed for overseas assistance. Constitutional principles maintained, voluntary cooperation prioritized, but immediate crisis intervention for any entities requesting help.”   “And if the crisis exceeds our response capabilities?” Chronicle asked.   I looked around the chamber one final time, seeing faces that reflected my own awareness of what we were attempting.   “Then we fail honorably rather than succeed dishonorably,” I said. “Because the supernatural world needs examples of principled leadership more than it needs additional tyrants, regardless of how well-intentioned those tyrants might be.”   As confederation forces prepared for the largest intervention in our history, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were about to discover whether ethical governance could survive contact with impossible choices.   The answer would determine not just the fate of overseas supernatural communities, but the future of everything we had built together.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on any of us the most advanced supernatural confederation in recorded history was about to stake its survival on the tactical wisdom of wolves who had never experienced enhancement. As conventional forces deployed throughout the Eastern Continent’s chaos zones, I found myself learning lessons I should have mastered years before. “Primary difference between enhanced and conventional tactical thinking,” Alpha Theron explained as she briefed confederation leadership on baseline military doctrine, “is that conventional forces assume limitations rather than possibilities.” We had gathered in a command post that existed in one of the few stable reality zones remaining near the former urban center. Around us, conventional wolves moved with the quiet efficiency of beings who had never doubted their ability to function without supernatural assistance. “Enhanced forces tend to approach problems by identifying which abilities can solve them,” she continued. “Conventional forces approach the same problems by identifying which resources are available and how they can be combined creatively.” I watched through the observation windows as conventional tactical teams moved through terrain that had defeated our enhanced units hours earlier. Instead of trying to stabilize the reality distortions, they simply navigated around them. Instead of attempting to counter the Unraveling’s ability-suppression fields, they avoided engagement until enemy entities were isolated from their support networks. “It’s elegant in its simplicity,” Darius observed, his own conventional military background allowing him to appreciate tactics that enhanced beings had forgotten were possible. “It’s also proving remarkably effective,” Marcus added, consulting reports from conventional teams operating throughout the chaos zones. “They’re achieving objectives that enhanced forces couldn’t accomplish, largely because they don’t trigger the Unraveling’s anti-supernatural responses.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense the mixed emotions of confederation members who were witnessing their conventional colleagues succeed where enhanced abilities had failed. Pride in their allies’ effectiveness, but also frustration at their own suddenly revealed limitations. “Status of ability suppression among enhanced personnel?” I asked Moira, who had been monitoring the psychological effects of forced return to baseline existence. “Adapting, but slowly,” she replied, her healer’s senses allowing her to track the emotional state of affected confederation members. “Beings who were enhanced recently are adjusting better than those who have relied on supernatural abilities for extended periods.” “Because recent enhancement means recent memory of conventional existence,” Elena observed. “While long-term enhanced beings have forgotten what baseline capabilities feel like.” The observation struck at a fundamental challenge the confederation hadn’t anticipated. Success in integrating supernatural abilities had created dependency that left enhanced beings vulnerable when those abilities were removed or suppressed. “Training implications for the future?” I asked, though the question felt premature given our current crisis. “Mandatory conventional capability maintenance,” Alpha Theron suggested. “All enhanced beings should retain proficiency in baseline skills, specifically to prevent the kind of dependency we’re observing.” Before we could develop the concept further, urgent reports arrived from conventional forces operating in direct contact with Unraveling entities. “Contact established with enemy command structure,” announced a conventional wolf whose lack of enhancement had allowed her to approach Unraveling positions without triggering their defensive responses. “Intelligence gathered suggests their philosophical opposition to enhancement runs deeper than we understood.” “How much deeper?” I asked, though I suspected the answer would be disturbing. “They don’t view supernatural abilities as corruptions to be removed,” she replied grimly. “They view existence itself as a problem to be solved through systematic unmaking.” The revelation cast everything in new light. We weren’t fighting entities who opposed enhancement we were fighting entities who opposed reality, who saw the universe’s continued existence as an error that required correction. “Nihilistic philosophy taken to supernatural extremes,” Chronicle observed, their Archival perspective providing historical context. “There are records of similar movements during previous awakening periods, though none achieved the organizational sophistication we’re observing here.” “Previous movements were contained how?” Darius asked. “Usually through self-termination,” Chronicle replied with uncomfortable honesty. “Entities dedicated to systematic unmaking eventually unmake themselves as well as their targets.” “And if they don’t self-terminate this time?” “Then they continue expanding their influence until reality itself becomes unstable enough to collapse under the weight of their philosophical contradictions.” The stakes had just escalated beyond anything we had prepared for. Not just supernatural war, not even the survival of enhanced civilization, but the continued existence of coherent reality in affected regions. “Conventional force assessment of enemy capabilities?” I asked the tactical coordinator. “Extensive but not unlimited,” she replied after consulting field reports. “The Unraveling entities seem to require significant energy expenditure to maintain their unmaking abilities. Prolonged engagement leaves them vulnerable to conventional attacks during their recovery periods.” “Recovery periods?” “Approximately six hours between major ability suppression events,” she explained. “During which they appear to exist as more-or-less normal supernatural entities, vulnerable to conventional weapons and tactics.” The information suggested a possible strategy, though one that would require precise coordination between conventional forces and whatever enhanced capabilities remained functional in the suppression zones. “Proposed tactical approach?” I asked. Alpha Theron moved to the situation map, indicating positions where conventional forces had identified patterns in Unraveling operations. “Coordinated harassment during their active periods, direct assault during recovery phases,” she outlined. “Conventional forces maintain contact and gather intelligence while enemy abilities are suppressing enhancement. Enhanced forces conduct elimination strikes when enemy defenses are reduced.” “Casualties projected for this approach?” “Significant among both conventional and enhanced personnel,” she admitted. “But potentially acceptable compared to allowing continued reality degradation.” I studied the tactical projections, seeing the terrible arithmetic of warfare reduced to acceptable loss ratios and strategic necessities. Beings would die implementing this strategy, but potentially fewer than would perish if the Unraveling continued their systematic unmaking of civilized existence. “Authorization?” Marcus asked, though he clearly understood the weight of the decision I was being asked to make. Through the network, I felt the emotions of every confederation member their fear of the enemy we faced, their determination to protect the communities that depended on them, their trust in leadership to make choices they themselves couldn’t bear to consider. “Authorized,” I said, the word feeling like lead in my mouth. “But with modification conventional forces engage in harassment only, no direct assault until enhanced backup is confirmed available. We don’t sacrifice conventional personnel just because their abilities aren’t being suppressed.” “Understood,” Alpha Theron replied, though something in her expression suggested she recognized the emotional rather than tactical basis for my modification. As conventional forces implemented the new strategy throughout the chaos zones, I found myself grappling with leadership challenges I had never anticipated. The confederation had been built on principles of cooperation and mutual enhancement, but survival against the Unraveling required tactics that emphasized individual sacrifice and calculated risk acceptance. “Command decision burden,” Darius observed quietly as we watched tactical reports update with casualty figures and territorial gains. “Enhanced beings make these choices through network consultation and shared responsibility. Conventional leaders make them alone.” The distinction was profound and troubling. Throughout the confederation’s development, I had relied on network connections to distribute the emotional weight of difficult decisions. But in the anti-supernatural environment the Unraveling created, leadership reverted to individual choice and personal accountability. Perhaps that was exactly what the situation required not the collective wisdom that had built the confederation, but the individual courage that had originally made cooperation possible. The battle for reality itself was about to test whether enhanced civilization could remember the conventional virtues that had created it.

The combined conventional-enhanced assault on the Unraveling’s primary stronghold began before dawn, when their ability-suppression cycles were at their weakest ebb. I led the enhanced strike force while Alpha Theron coordinated conventional units, our forces moving through reality-distorted terrain with the careful precision of beings who understood they faced opponents unlike anything in recorded history. The stronghold itself was a monument to philosophical negation not a fortress built to withstand assault, but a void carved into existence where the normal rules of space and matter had been systematically unraveled. Approaching it felt like walking toward the edge of reality itself, where the very concepts of form and function were being dissolved. “Conventional force status?” I asked through communication crystals that barely functioned in the anti-reality field surrounding the target. “In position but experiencing severe conceptual displacement,” Alpha Theron replied, her voice distorted by interference from the philosophical contradictions radiating from the stronghold. “My wolves are having difficulty maintaining coherent thoughts about tactical objectives.” Through the Eclipse Covenant network, I could sense similar effects on enhanced personnel. The closer we approached to the Unraveling’s center of operations, the more our fundamental assumptions about existence itself began to waver. “Target identification confirmed,” Marcus reported, though his usual tactical precision was wavering under the influence of concentrated nihilism. “Primary Unraveling entity located at the void’s geometric center, approximately two hundred meters ahead.” I extended my senses toward the indicated position and immediately wished I hadn’t. What existed there wasn’t an entity in any recognizable sense it was an active negation, a conscious decision to reject existence that had somehow achieved autonomous operation. “Communication attempt?” Elena suggested, though her healer’s instincts were clearly warning her against contact with something that seemed designed to unmake the life force itself. “Constitutional protocols require offering negotiation before engaging in combat,” I replied, though every supernatural sense I possessed was screaming warnings about the dangers of direct interaction. I activated the communication crystals, sending the standard confederation greeting across multiple frequency bands: identification of peaceful intent, request for dialogue, willingness to discuss alternatives to conflict. The response was immediate and devastating not words or images, but direct transmission of philosophical concepts that attacked the foundations of consciousness itself. Existence is error. Consciousness is mistake. All complexity must return to simple absence. The ideas struck like acid rain, dissolving the conceptual frameworks that allowed rational thought to function. Around me, I felt confederation forces struggling to maintain coherent identity as the Unraveling’s core philosophy attempted to convince them that their own existence was illegitimate. Enhancement amplifies error. Cooperation multiplies mistakes. Unity perpetuates illusions that should be dissolved. But as the philosophical assault intensified, something unexpected happened. Instead of succumbing to the negation, my network connections began reinforcing each other. The shared consciousness that the Unraveling viewed as weakness became a source of strength that could resist their attempts at conceptual dissolution. “Network reinforcement protocols,” I commanded, pushing Eclipse Covenant abilities to their limits. “All enhanced personnel, maximum connection intensity. Don’t resist the philosophical attack share it across the network until it’s diluted below harmful levels.” The strategy was counterintuitive but effective. By distributing the Unraveling’s nihilistic philosophy across hundreds of connected minds, we reduced its impact on any individual consciousness below the threshold needed to cause complete existential breakdown. “Impossible,” came the response from the void’s center, the first time the primary Unraveling entity had communicated in anything resembling conventional language. “Network consciousness cannot resist fundamental truth of non-existence.” “Network consciousness isn’t resisting,” I replied, understanding finally crystallizing. “It’s absorbing, processing, and responding with alternative philosophical perspectives.” Through the confederation network, I felt hundreds of enhanced beings contributing their own understanding of existence’s value, reality’s importance, consciousness’s beauty. Not arguments against nihilism, but positive affirmations of life’s worth that provided conceptual counterweight to the Unraveling’s destructive philosophy. The result was remarkable instead of being dissolved by contact with concentrated negation, our forces were strengthening their commitment to existence, cooperation, and the enhancement of life rather than its destruction. “You offer philosophical debate when reality requires correction,” the Unraveling entity responded, its void-form beginning to manifest more aggressively as our resistance proved more effective than expected. “We offer choice,” I replied, moving closer to the geometric center of the stronghold while maintaining network connections that protected my consciousness from dissolution. “The same choice we’ve always offered cooperation instead of isolation, construction instead of destruction, enhancement instead of reduction.” “False choices that perpetuate fundamental errors.” “Then prove it,” I challenged, approaching the edge of the absolute void where the primary entity maintained its impossible existence. “Show us that non-existence is preferable to existence, that isolation is better than connection, that reduction leads to greater truth than enhancement.” What followed was less combat than philosophical demonstration. The Unraveling entity attempted to prove its nihilistic position by systematically unmaking portions of local reality, showing how the removal of complexity led to simpler, supposedly more honest states of being. But each demonstration was met by confederation forces who immediately began rebuilding what had been destroyed, showing how creation could respond to destruction, how cooperation could restore what isolation had torn down. “You rebuild errors,” the entity insisted, its attempts at unmaking becoming more frantic as our reconstruction efforts kept pace with its destruction. “We rebuild possibilities,” I corrected, drawing on network connections to channel the creative energy of every enhanced being present. “We restore choices, we maintain options, we preserve the potential for existence to become more than it currently is.” The philosophical battle that followed was unlike anything in recorded supernatural history. Not a contest of abilities or powers, but a direct clash between opposing worldviews made manifest through supernatural capabilities. For every structure the Unraveling destroyed, confederation forces built two more. For every connection severed, we forged three new bonds. For every possibility negated, we created four alternatives. And gradually, inevitably, the tide began to turn. Not because our philosophy was objectively superior, but because creation proved more sustainable than destruction, building more enduring than unmaking. “This is not possible,” the Unraveling entity repeated as its void-stronghold began to collapse under the weight of restored reality. “Negation is fundamental. Absence is more true than presence.” “Maybe,” I acknowledged as I reached the exact center of its dissolving domain. “But presence is more useful than absence. Existence enables possibilities that non-existence can never provide.” The entity’s response was to attempt one final, desperate gambit complete self-negation that would theoretically prove the superiority of non-existence by choosing it voluntarily. But even that ultimate demonstration failed, because the space where it had existed immediately began filling with new possibilities, new forms of reality, new potentials for consciousness and connection that had been suppressed by its philosophical rigidity. “Choice demonstrated,” I announced to confederation forces as the stronghold collapsed entirely, replaced by a landscape that hummed with restored potential. “Existence enables choice, including the choice of non-existence. But non-existence eliminates all choices, including the possibility of choosing otherwise.” As confederation forces regrouped in territory that had been reclaimed from philosophical void, I reflected on the lessons learned from our strangest conflict yet. The Unraveling hadn’t been defeated by superior firepower or more sophisticated tactics. They had been defeated by the simple demonstration that creation was more robust than destruction, that building was more powerful than tearing down, that existence offered possibilities that non-existence could never provide. It was a victory for the confederation’s core principles, but it was also a reminder that philosophy mattered as much as power when determining the shape of reality itself. The supernatural world would remember this battle not as a military triumph, but as proof that the ideas that guided enhancement were as important as the abilities themselves.

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Eloise I settled on the coach, reaching for the television remote. Today was Lucian’s big day and the event was broadcasted. This silly illness prevented me from accompanying him but I didn’t care. “Tonight, the world will see my vision.” I smiled, feeling the pride in my chest. The Live broadcast finally began, the spotlight settled on Lucian, as he made his way to the stage, looking impeccably polished in his tailored suit. I had never felt so proud, I couldn’t help but smile and settled deeper in the cushion. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight. I’m thrilled to announce the launch of our latest collection—a collection crafted with love, passion, and elegance” He said, his deep steady voice echoed through the speakers. My heart fluttered, “Our” collection, I repeated in my mind. “I’ve been fortunate to work with someone special on this project, someone whose talent and dedication have brought this vision to life” Lucian said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as he spoke. I held my breath, my pulse quickening with pride and excitement. I could practically feel my name on his lips. “It is my honor to introduce the genius behind this collection…” Lucian paused, then smiled. The camera zoomed in as he extended a hand, gesturing off-stage. My smile widened, my fingers tightening on the edge of the couch. The camera zoomed back to the crowd and a figure emerged from the stage, it was Jennifer, Lucian’s ex lover and also my step-sister appeared on the screen. My breath caught in my throat, and from that moment my world began to spin. She stepped into the spotlight, gliding toward Lucian as if she belonged there— as if she had any right to stand on that stage, wearing a dazzling gown that sparkled beneath the lights. Jewels dripping from her neck and ears. Jewels i had designed. “What!…?” I exclaimed,my voice barely a breath. He turned to Jennifer,his eyes beaming, his arm slipping around her waist with a casual intimacy that made my stomach twist. The way he looked down at her with a softness, a warmth that I haven’t seen in his eyes for once. “Jennifer has been an inspiration to me, both personally and professionally,” he said, his voice laced with admiration. “I couldn’t imagine anyone more fitting to lead this project with me” He continued. I felt my chest tighten, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. This can’t be happening. It can’t be!” My marriage with Lucian shouldn’t have happened, it was a marriage I accepted for my selfish reasons. My childhood crush came asking for my hand in marriage and I couldn’t miss that opportunity. I thought after this years, with the child we bore together that our love must’ve awakened but it didn’t. I was just loving a man that would never love me, a man that was never mine to begin with, a marriage I could’ve rejected and discarded my selfish feelings. The crowd applauded, their faces lit with admiration and awe. People were clapping for her!—for Jennifer. The woman who had barely even been part of my life, who despised and spited me whenever she pleased, was now basking in the success I had dreamed of. “Tonight is not just the launch of our new project. It’s the start of a new chapter.” He paused, turning to Jennifer, his eyes full of a disturbingly tender look. “A new chapter for us, and for our future together.” The crowd gasped. “No!!…” I whispered, horror creeping into my voice as the realization hit me, tears began to form. “It’s true,” He continued, his tone smooth and practiced, as if he was reading from a script. “Jennifer and I have rekindled our relationship we never had to let go of, and in light of that…” My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear his next words. “…I am announcing my separation from Eloise.” He announced. The word echoed, causing the tears I had steadied to start streaming. Separation? He was ending our marriage—on live television? I sat frozen, watching as the camera captured Jennifer’s coy smile, the way she leaned into him with a sense of possession and victory. She won, He was her man to begin with, if not for what happened years ago i wouldn’t be in this mess, i wouldn’t be so humiliated for everyone to see. I couldn’t process the humiliation and shock playing before me. “Is this a dream? Someone wake me up from this nightmare” My past decision was now daunting on me. Trembling, I pressed my hand against my mouth, as if to keep myself from screaming. I wanted to scream but my voice felt hollow and dry. I could feel my chest pounding, a deep pulsing wound that threatened to tear me apart. “This was supposed to be my night, I thought, disbelief mingling with the agony tearing through me. “He….. he promised. “To new beginnings,” he said, his voice filled with conviction and worse was satisfaction. The live feed cut back to Lucian, who raised his glass in a toast. He clinked glasses with Jennifer, sealing the moment. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the screen as the man I trusted and loved for so long casually discarded me, stripping away everything I thought we had. My mind spun, a rush of cold sweat appeared on my forehead. The sacrifices, the years wasted, the tears, every ounce of loyalty I had given him—it was all crushed underfoot like it had meant nothing. The camera zoomed in on Lucian and Jennifer one last time before the feed cut out. My screen went dark just like how my world went blank. Suddenly, I felt a light grip on my nightie. I turned immediately—it was Max, my Son. His eyes were wide with fear. “Mom, can I go to bed now?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. I knelt to his level and hugged him tight, muffling the crying sounds that almost left my mouth.

Eloise The pounding bass of the club’s music felt like it was vibrating through my bones. I sat at our usual table. As we waited for the bartender’s attention, Ava kept up a steady stream of chatter, her voice a comforting background noise. “And then he had the nerve to say he didn’t like my dress,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Can you believe that?” I managed a genuine laugh at that. “Seriously? Who doesn’t like your dresses?” “Exactly!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation. “Men are idiot.” The bartender finally noticed us, and Ava ordered our drinks. As we waited, I glanced around the club, my eyes drifting over the crowd. That’s when i saw him. He was tall, strongly built, which made his expensive jacket look even more attractive. Every detail about him— his piercing grey eyes, tousled hair, the confident way he moved—i couldn’t look away. Ava, who usually remained unfazed by good-looking men, nudged me with a look of pure astonishment. “Gosh, did you see that man?” she murmured. “Oh, I do,” I said, unable to mask the breathless tone in my voice. My eyes locked on his, his gaze intense. Then, as if drawn by an invisible string, he began making his way toward us. “Eloise,” Ava whispered, grabbing my arm. “He’s coming over here” But i couldn’t respond. Up close, he was even more striking—grey focused eyes, a hint of stubble, and a calm expression, as if he was entirely comfortable with the effect he had on people. “Hello,” he said, his voice smooth, laced with confidence. “I’m Mike, nice to meet you” I swallowed, forcing myself to remember how to speak. “Eloise…” “Eloise,” he repeated, letting my name roll off his tongue slowly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I felt warmth creep up my neck, and not just from the alcohol. The way he looked at me made it easy to forget my recent heartache. “Eloise,” Ava’s voice broke through the haze. “I just got an urgent call—i need to leave. Will you come with me, or are you good here?” I tore my eyes away from Mike, glancing at her. My instincts told me to go, but the allure of staying here with him was too strong. “I’ll be fine,” I reassured her, trying to sound composed. “I can get a chauffeur.” Ava’s brows lifted slightly, a knowing look in her eyes, but she nodded. “Alright. Just… be careful, okay?” I nodded, the second she left, there was a heat in his stare, something that made me feel dizzy, drawn to him in a way i couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the need to feel something different. “Your friend seems concerned about you,” Mike observed, a faint smile playing on his lips. “She’s like that,” I replied, the words feeling loose and unfamiliar on my tongue, courtesy of the cocktails. “Well, I’m glad she left,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. “It means i get you all to myself.” I felt a thrill ripple through me. I didn’t even know this man, but the confidence in his tone, the way he held my gaze, was enough to keep me rooted. He leaned closer, his hand coming up to lightly touch my arm, a small, intimate gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. “Dance with me?” I nodded, not trusting my voice, and let him lead me to the dance floor. He kept his hand at the small of my back, fingers splayed possessively. We fell into a rhythm that felt natural, as if we’ve done this a hundred times. It wasn’t long before i found myself leaning into him, my fingers grazing the lapels of his jacket. The smell of his cologne, the feel of his hand trailing along my back. His eyes never leaving mine, as though he was savouring every reaction, every small gasp that escaped my lips. “You’re beautiful, Eloise,” he murmured, his voice a warm whisper against my ear. “It’s like i don’t want this moment to end.” “Me either,” I whispered back, hardly recognizing the boldness in my own voice. He pulled me closer, our bodies now fully pressed together, his hand drifting up to cup my jaw. I could feel the heat of his breath as he looked down at me, his lips inches from mine. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. It was a gentle kiss, but as i melted against him, he deepened it, his other hand sliding around my waist, holding me. I pulled back slightly, breathless, my heart pounding. “You… you’re crazy” I managed to say, a small smile breaking through my flushed face. He smiled back, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Only if you want me to be.” I felt a laugh bubble up, light and free, and before i could say anything else, he kissed me again, and for the first time in so long, i felt alive. His touch was gentle but insistent, igniting something deep within me that had been dormant, forgotten. As we pulled apart, he looked at me with a smile that was both comforting and devastating. “Let me take you home,” he said softly, his voice a tender command. I nodded, unable to trust myself to speak, knowing that tonight, even if just for one night, I wanted to let go, to lose myself in him. We left the club together, his arm securely around me as if protecting me from the world. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ I woke up with a heavy headache, I had barely slept, the sound of car horns blaring outside. I blinked, my vision slowly clearing, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t Ava’s apartment. I gasped. I sniffed the white sheets that smelled faintly of oud and something else I couldn’t place. I tried to sit up, my muscles protesting as I propped myself up on an elbow. As I scanned the room, my eyes settled on a small, curious detail on the chair across from the bed—a dark, sleek watch, the kind that looked both impossibly expensive laying there. My breath caught. That wasn’t mine. And that definitely wasn’t an item i would be bringing into a hotel room. Did I lodge into the wrong room? Activities from yesterday still blurry. I grabbed my sunglasses and keys, got dressed and left the hotel room. But as soon as I walked out of the hotel, I was met by the flashing cameras of the paparazzi outside and microphones came thrusting in my face. The questions came fast and loud. “Eloise, did you know about the affair?” “Did you really lose Lucian to your own stepsister?” “Was he tired of your workaholic lifestyle?” I could feel my pulse quickening, panic swelling up inside. My first instinct was to push through or to run back inside and wait for them to disappear. But something held me in place. The pain, the humiliation—I lifted my chin, forcing myself to breathe. “Why should I be the one hiding? I couldn’t let them paint me as a pathetic ex-wife. If they wanted answers, I would give them the truth on my own terms. “I’m sure you’re all having a field day with this,” I began, my voice calm but sharp, “but there are some things you need to understand.” A murmur went through the crowd, and I could see the reporters leaning in, hanging on my words. “I won’t deny that the betrayal hurts,” I continued, keeping my voice steady, “but Lucian’s choices and Jennifer’s decisions don’t define me. They’re a reflection of who they are—not who I am.” One of the reporters, a woman in her thirties, stepped forward, holding her microphone closer. “Are you saying you had no idea about the affair?” My lips twitched into a small, sardonic smile. Another reporter called out, “Do you regret putting so much into your marriage? Do you think that’s what drove him away?” I stiffened at the question, feeling the sting of its unfairness. For a moment, there was silence,then the crowd erupted again, begging for more. Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked away. I managed to navigate through the paparazzi and slipped into my car.

Eloise My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as I pulled into the driveway. The house that once felt like home, the house I never imagined I would be a visitor in, but I had no time to dwell on that now. I had a mission—to take Max and drop the divorce papers for Lucian. I glanced at the envelope on the passenger seat. The signed divorce papers. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped out, my heels clicking on the pavement as I walked toward the entrance. As I stepped inside, whispers from the maids echoed through the hallway. “Isn’t that Mrs. Sinclair?” I heard one of them murmur, eyes wide with uncertainty. “I thought she wasn’t coming back…” the other whispered, her voice barely audible. The words trailing off as I pushed past them. The house felt different, colder or maybe it was the realization that I had never truly belonged here. I was here for one reason only. To take my son and end this marriage. I heard voices coming from the living room as i neared. Max was there, but so was Lucian. My breath hitched, a mix of dread and anticipation knotting my stomach. I paused outside the doorway, listening in. “Dad,” Max’s small voice echoed from the room, tinged with confusion. “Where’s Mom? Why haven’t I seen her for days?” My heart shattered at that question, He deserves so much better. ‘This was not the definition of the happy family he imagined” My eyes stinging with unshed tears. Lucian shifted on the couch, his voice cold, almost too calm. “Max, your mom and I aren’t going to be living together anymore. She’s going to live somewhere else, away from us.” I froze, I knew he was going to say those words but hearing it aloud still felt like a slap to the face. “Why? Does that mean you don’t love Mom anymore?” Max’s voice, small and innocent, broke through the thick silence. I closed my eyes for a moment, sliding down the corner, tears streaming down my face. I already knew the answer, but I was hoping that Lucian would spare Max the heartache of knowing the truth. “Your mom and I just… weren’t happy anymore, Max. But that’s okay. She’s moving on. You’re going to have a better mom now, one who will love you even more than she did.” He said, without hesitating. “A better mom?” The words echoed in my head like a nightmare. How could he refer Jennifer as the best mom, when I’m well and alive? I had hoped, in some small part of his heart, that Lucian would spare Max from the harsh reality. But no. He was already turning my son against me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore, so I stood up and wiped my tears… I let out a shaky breath, fighting the tears that threatened to fall, I stepped into the room. Lucian’s eyes locked onto mine for the briefest moment, his face hardened when he saw the divorce papers in my hand. Without a word, I dropped the papers on the coffee table in front of him. My voice was strained but steady as I looked him dead in the eyes. “Lucian,” I said, my voice cracking with the weight of everything I was holding in, “I’m here to take my son. He’s coming with me.” Max looked up at me, his eyes wide and confused, but i couldn’t just look at him. Not yet. I kept my eyes locked on Lucian, my heart hammering. For a moment, everything stood still. Max’s small voice trembled as he asked, “Mom…?” Lucian stood up slowly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face as he scanned the papers. He didn’t say anything at first, but the silence was thick. Then he continued, his voice cold and dismissive. “We never discussed you will be taking Max, Eloise. He’s my son too!” I clenched my fists, my anger rising. “You’re not even fighting for him, Lucian,” I shot back, my voice steady despite the pain. “You’ve already given up on us. But I’m not going to let you keep him from me. Not now, not ever!” Before he could respond, the door to the living room swung open with a loud crash. A voice—too familiar—cut through the conversation. “Eloise, wait!” My heart skipped a beat as I turned. Standing in the doorway, a smug expression on her face, was Jennifer. Jennifer stepped further into the room, her posture confident as she stood next to Lucian. “I’m sorry, Eloise, but Lucian and I have things to discuss. You can’t just barge in here and take Max. “His my son now.” My heart raced with fury and disbelief. I didn’t know whether to yell or scream. The audacity. The nerve of both of them. Max? Is suddenly now your son? Lucian stood beside Jennifer, his eyes flicking between them. “Eloise, you need to leave. This isn’t the time for this.” I took a step forward, my voice firm as I finally found my footing. “How does your conversation have anything to do with Max?” I demanded, my gaze locked on both of them. “I’m taking him to his grandmother’s house. “So, you,” I said, pointing directly at Lucian, “Can deal with whatever mess you’ve created, but you’re not keeping him from me.” Jennifer tried to say something, but i cut her off with a sharp look. “He’s my son, not yours! Stay out of this.” The look on Jennifer and Lucian’s faces was one of utter shock. I was surprised by my own resilience. I had always feared rebelling against them, but now I no longer have to. Max’s small voice echoed from the corner. “Mom…?” My heart broke as I turned to him. I knelt down to his level, taking his small hand in mine. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said softly. “We’re going to go stay with Grandma for a little while”

Eloise My phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, I groaned, my eyes still heavy with sleep. The dim light of the morning filtered through the curtains, but I didn’t want to get up—not yet. With a reluctant sigh, I reached for my phone and looked at the screen. Ava’s name flashed on the display, and my heart dropped into my stomach for a brief moment. “Ava, it’s barely seven in the morning,” I mumbled, pressing the phone to my ear. “This better be important.” “Good morning to you too,” Ava’s voice came through with her usual cheerfulness, unfazed by the early hour. “I know you’re probably still in bed, but get up, girl! The gala is tonight! You can’t miss it again, not like last year!” I rolled over, pulling the covers up over my head to block out the light. I could already hear the excitement in her voice. “Ugh, I know, I know. I just need a little more sleep. The whole thing gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Ava laughed on the other end. “Please. You’ve been cooped up in that apartment for days. You’re going to need more than a little beauty sleep to deal with it. Plus, I know you’re secretly dying to look amazing and show Lucian that you’re fine without him.” She said, My heart fluttered at the mention of Lucian’s name. It had been a while since I saw him and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it— the rumours that would come with it. He would be at the gala—he always was. And so would Jennifer. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I muttered, sitting up on the edge of the bed and running a hand through my messy hair. “But just the thought of facing them again… I don’t know if I can handle it.” Ava’s voice softened. “I know, Eloise. It’s been rough, but you can’t keep hiding from him. This is your chance to show that you’re moving on, and you’re better than that old life with him.” I paused, taking a deep breath. I had been avoiding Lucian for weeks, but now, it was time to face the inevitable. Ava was right. I shouldn’t be the one hiding. “Alright, alright. I’ll go. But I swear, if I see Jennifer there, I might lose it.” Ava chuckled. “Trust me, she’s going to be there. But you won’t let her get to you. You’re going to look so good, like you’ve always do” I totally agree I shouldn’t be worried about them now but myself. “Alright, fine. What time should I be ready?” “Let’s aim for 6:30. We’ll leave early so we don’t miss the main event this time. We’ll have plenty of time to make an entrance’ I could practically hear Ava’s grin through the phone. “Fine. You’re the boss. I’ll be ready.” I replied. “Good,” Ava said, her voice light. “Now get up, Eloise. You’ve got a party to rock tonight.” “Alright, alright. I’m up. I’ll see you at 6:30.” I said, smiling. “Can’t wait,” Ava said, and hung up. I sat in bed for a few more moments, staring at my phone. I took a deep breath. It was inevitable. I could already feel the old emotions rising—anger, betrayal and immediately I buried it. ¤¤¤¤¤ The evening air was cool as I stepped out of the car, the lights of the gala reflecting wealth and prestige. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I entered, it was every bit as glamorous as I had expected—shimmering gowns, tuxedos, and the scent of expensive perfume lingering. Ava, as always, was beside me, dressed to perfection in a sleek black gown, her arm linked with me as we made a grand entrance. “You look stunning,” Ava whispered, eyes scanning the room. “Lucian’s already here, of course. And Jennifer’s not far behind, I’m sure.” I nodded, my nerves creeping up my spine. The thought of seeing Lucian after everything that had happened made my insides twist. But i had to keep my composure. “Don’t let them get to you,” Ava added, catching my gaze. “You look amazing. They’ll be the ones wishing they had what you’ve got now.” I forced a smile, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of Lucian’s presence looming over the event— the headlines. As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes scanned the room as elegant as ever, when I suddenly locked eyes with a man across the room. His presence was commanding, I felt my heart skip a beat. As if on cue, he began walking toward me, his gaze fixed on mine. “Eloise True, isn’t it?” His voice was deep, smooth, and slightly amused. “I have to say, You surprised me” “Eloise Sinclair” I corrected him. I’m divorced now. I do not have to bear Lucian’s last name now. I blinked, unsure whether to be flattered or alarmed. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” He smiled—slightly teasing, but with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore. “ Yes you do, have you forgotten?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the intrigue I felt. He looked familiar but I can’t seem to remember where I knew him from. “Oh wow really? Mind to remind me?” I asked, my tone soft. My heart raced as the man before me leaned in, his eyes catching mine with a spark of recognition. “Sure! Since you can’t seem to remember,” he replied, chuckling. My lips parted, surprised at the directness of his words. He seemed amused, his confidence unnerving. “We met at a club two days ago, remember? It’s me, Mike,” he said, his voice smooth and flattering, as if he already knew he’d left an impression. My cheeks flushed, mortified. Wait Mike? Mike? I felt my pulse quicken under his intense gaze, and I struggled to remember him. I could feel my cheeks warm as I mumbled. “Of course, I remember…” But his gaze lingered, piercing through my excuse. “Do you?” he asked, a dark gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist. There was a confident calmness about him that I couldn’t place, like he knew something I didn’t. Before I could reply, a familiar voice chimed in beside me. “Eloise! There you are,” Ava interrupted, breaking the tension. She held up her phone. “Could you take some photos for me? The lighting here is perfect.” “Sure,” I managed, relieved for the distraction. I took her phone and positioned the camera. But Ava’s gaze drifted past me, her eyes narrowing in recognition as she spotted Mike. “Oh, hey! Weren’t you the one at the club with Eloise two days ago?” Ava asked, her voice filled with casual surprise. My heart skipped a beat. Ava’s words brought a flood of scattered memories, fragments of that night flashing before me. The laughter, the thrill, his hand on mine. Mike? He was that Mike! My pulse quickened as the pieces came together. He tilted his head, an amused smirk crossing his face as he watched the realization dawn on me. “Finally remembering, are we?”

Eloise A week ago….. A feeling of warmth settled over me as I looked up, only to realise it was Mike’s arm wrapped around me for balance, his face shadowed but unmistakably kind as he settled me on the bed. The nightclub’s pulsating bass still echoed in my ears as I blinked in the dim lighting of the hotel room, the room swaying lightly. How did I get here? I can’t tell. But am I enjoying this? Yes I am. “All men are trash, you know?” I muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not… not all, maybe,” I admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” I continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was… disposable.” “Eloise…” Mike started, his voice low, a bit pained. I shrugged, too weary to cover my scars with pride. “I’m sorry. You didn’t have to hear this.” But he only nodded, a reassuring smile curving his lips. “Maybe I don’t mind.” I let myself fall back onto the plush bed, a rare careless laugh escaping me. “I must be quite the mess,” I mumbled, half to myself. He sat down beside me. “Not at all. You’re just… feeling what you’re supposed to feel. No one has the right to take that from you.” He replied, his face a mix of concern. His words, gentle and without judgement, felt like balm on a wound I didn’t even know I was carrying. Moments after, I watched him rise, preparing to leave. Unexpectedly, and before I could think twice, I reached for his hand, holding onto him tightly. “ Sor-ry, didn’t— mean to” My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be, I wanted him to stay but I didn’t want to push it. He looked down at me, surprise flashing across his face, but it was quickly replaced by something else—something warmer, something deeper. Slowly, he settled back down, his hand moving to cup her cheek. “If you want me to stay, I will,” He said. I nodded, my heart pounding as my eyes held his. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. We were so close, his face only inches from mine. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine, the warmth of my breath mingling with his in a gentle, tentative dance. His hands slid over my shoulders, tracing my arms, his touch featherlight. I breathed in sharply, feeling his fingertips press slightly firmer against my skin, grounding me, a reminder this was real. Our kiss deepened, I felt his lips trail from my mouth to my jawline, neck, each kiss sending a shiver down my spine. I clung to him, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low, thick with restraint. “Don’t,” I replied, almost breathless. I met his gaze, my eyes daring him to go further. THE PRESENT….. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I was mortified, heat rising to my cheeks as I darted my eyes anywhere but his face. Of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?” He said, his tone playful, his smile a hint of mischief, but his gaze softened as it settled on me. I could practically feel his amusement radiating, which only made my cheeks burn hotter. “Absolutely not,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh?” He leaned in closer, just enough to catch my gaze, his eyes sparkling. “Because it looks like you’re remembering something.” “Well, I…” I hesitated, flustered. But there was no escape; He looked far too entertained by my embarrassment. But then a familiar, unwelcoming voice broke into the moment. “Enjoying yourself, Eloise?” My heart sank, I turned to see Lucian standing there, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. He looked impeccably polished in his dark suit, as always, his appearance all perfect lines and controlled arrogance. I steeled herself, reminding myself to stay calm. “Surprised?” he drawled, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene, his gaze lingering on Mike for just a second before his attention returned to me. “Seems like you have plenty of time for parties these days. Who’s watching Max tonight, hmm? Or did you leave him with someone else so you could play socialite?” I could feel my knots twist, my anger bubbling inside. I met his gaze directly, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Someone? Max is with his grandma! And since when did you care so much about him?” He laughed, a low sound that had once charmed me but now felt empty and cruel. “His grandma right! ” He shook his head, a mocking smile still in place. He muttered something like “See why I never wanted you to take him with you”. I gritted my teeth. “At least his grandma is always there for him, Lucian. Can you say the same? When was the last time you actually spent time with Max, beyond just a photo op? Do you even know what his favourite colour is?” His smirk faltered, only for a second. “I have obligations, Eloise. You knew that when we got married.” “Obligations?” I couldn’t help the sarcasm that slipped into my tone. “More like excuses. Obligations that keep you away from your son almost every time, you couldn’t even squeeze him between your business trips and affairs.” “Funny how you suddenly seem to have a lot to say about what’s ‘best’ for Max.” He said, his smile sharp. Before I could respond, I felt Mike step closer, his silent support was as reassuring as it was unexpected. The way he looked at Lucian was cold, assessing, like he was quietly evaluating every word and expression. Lucian’s eyes finally shifted, taking in Mike fully for the first time, though there was no hint of recognition on his face. “And who’s this?” he asked, his tone dripping with faux politeness. “Your new… friend?” “None of your business!” I retorted, my tone sharp. “Wow! Just wow!” Lucian’s tone was anything but sincere, his gaze flicking between the two of us with a hint of disdain. “Eloise?” I turned and there stood Jennifer, eyes glinting with barely concealed malice. Her hand rested casually on Lucian’s arm, her posture relaxed as if I was going to snatch her man. My eyes narrowed as Jennifer continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, Eloise, it didn’t take you quite long to find a replacement. Just a week after your divorce and already… moving on?”

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Eveline looked at the room of her CEO, Killian, from a long distance with great anxiety. It was already lunchtime, but Killian didn’t seem to want to leave the room this afternoon. Moreover, she was thinking of the right sentence to talk together with the notoriously cold and fierce Killian. Eveline herself had only seen Killian a few times, and that was only when the marketing staff held a meeting. But now, she began to dare to walk closer to the room. Eveline paused in front of the closed door with her rapid breathing. Eveline looked to the right and left. The quiet atmosphere of the office, as many of the staff had gone to lunch, made her feel even more tense. Eveline raised her right hand and knocked on the door several times. Knock Knock Knock “Come in!” The voice from inside the room instantly made Eveline’s heart beat faster. Slowly, she opened the door, and found Killian typing on his laptop, with several documents open on his desk. Eveline closed the door again, and walked over to Killian’s desk. “S-sir…” Eveline stammered. Her fingers were even interlocked, anxious. “Hmm? Yes?” Killian stopped typing and raised his head, looking at Eveline who was standing in front of him now. “I…” Eveline paused for a moment, and caught her breath slowly. “My name is Eveline Mason, marketing staff. I have something to discuss with you, sir.” Killian nodded his head vaguely. His flat face and cold body aura were very intimidating. Killian didn’t talk much, but he could always read someone. Killian also knew all the staff working in his company, including Eveline. “Sure. What did you want to talk to me about?” “Actually, I… um… I…” Eveline looked down several times, she was very nervous. “Say something quickly, Eveline. I don’t have much time.” Killian interrupted. “Of course, sir. Yes. I, I understand.” Eveline nodded her head quickly. Killian gave a small glance at Eveline who still looked nervous. He sighed, then stretched out both hands, to go back to typing something on his laptop. While waiting for what Eveline would say to him now. “Sir…” Eveline let out her breath slowly. Her courage seemed to have shrunk. “Tell me.” Killian replied still with his eyes focused on his laptop. “Sir, I need a favor. From you.” “A favor? From me?” Killian raised his head, looking at Eveline in confusion. “Yes, sir. Em no, sir. I mean… a favor from the company.” She stuttered. “Sure, just tell me. What favor would you like to ask?” Killian continued to look at Eveline who was still in a state of high nervousness and tension. Eveline lowered her gaze several times, in order to avoid Killian’s gaze. “Sir, I…” Eveline again ventured to look at Killian there. “Sir, I need a loan.” She continued. Killian nodded his head slowly. “Um-hmm… okay?” Eveline swallowed her saliva with difficulty. “Sir, I need a loan for one billion, seven hundred and fifty million dollars.” Hearing that, Killian immediately leaned back in the chair he was sitting in now. Killian’s face turned hard. His hands were clenched into fists. As for Eveline, she stood up with an uneasy feeling. ‘All my life, all I know is that women chase money, and will do anything for money. Is it possible that you are also like that woman? I think you’re different from other women, Eveline. Everyone in this company has always been amazed by your performance so far. I thought I would give you a year-end corporate sponsorship. But it looks like I was wrong. My trust in all the staff in this company will remain the same in the end, and it comes down to money.’ Killian’s mind was tormented with his own thoughts. He couldn’t help it at all. Killian sighed loudly. “So, you tell me that you need a loan from this company for one billion dollars?” Eveline shook her head faintly. “No, sir. I need one billion seven hundred and fifty million dollars.” “I know what you are trying to say, Eveline.” Killian wrinkled his forehead for a moment. “I know.” Killian nodded his head slowly. “For the first time in your two years with the company, you need help, and it’s one billion seven hundred and fifty million dollars.” Eveline shook her head faintly. “Sir, I don’t need a favor. I need a loan, and I will return all of it. I will definitely pay it all back.” “Okay, then tell me. Why do you think the company will give you the loan? Because only employees who have worked for the company for more than five years can avail of loans. Doing favors for the company will grants you a loan of one billion dollars.” Killian shook his head slowly. “You are an ordinary staff in marketing, and this company, does not easily grant loans to employees. Even to employees who have been with the company for five years. And you’ve only been with the company for two years, Eveline.” Killian paused his words. “How could you think that the company would approve your big loan so easily? What would an old employee who desperately needs a loan think, and the company doesn’t give one, but we give you one?” “I’m sorry, sir. I… I’m sorry.” Eveline tightened her grip “Please, forget that I asked you for a loan. I’m leaving. So please, forget it. I’m sorry for interrupting your time. I’m really sorry.” Eveline walked hurriedly towards the door. “Eveline, no company wants to grant such a big loan.” Killian’s words instantly stopped Eveline in her tracks. Eveline turned around with a furious look on her face. “Especially when you want a loan of more than one billion dollars.” “Sir, I really understand that. I even apologized about it to you. I’m really sorry. I acted without thinking about it at all beforehand. And I also really understand that your company can’t grant me a big loan of more than one billion dollars. Just forget it, sir. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Eveline turned back and prepared to leave. “I will grant it.” Eveline’s steps halted again. She turned around slowly, and looked at Killian expectantly. Killian did not look at Eveline at all, but the expression on his face was still hard. He sighed, before looking at Eveline. “This company won’t give the loan for you, Eveline. But I will grant it for you.” “S-sir?” Eveline’s body stiffened, and she froze there. A feeling of relief instantly filled her. Eveline felt that her tension was starting to dissipate now. “But I have a condition, to give you the loan you requested.” Eveline nodded her head quickly. “Of course, Sir. Anything, sir. Just tell me. And I will do anything.” The excitement inside Eveline instantly returned. “You will have to spend the night with me.” Eveline’s face immediately became pale. Her breathing felt even more labored after hearing what Killian had just said to her. Her legs even felt weak now. “W-what?” “If you want me to give you a loan, then you will have to spend the night with me, Eveline.” He said. “One night you spend with me, and I will give you a million dollars that you want. In cash.” Disappointment, anger, and disbelief instantly filled Eveline now. She did not expect that her boss would say that to her. Eveline shook her head quickly. “What do you think of me, Mr. Killian?” “You don’t need to get upset about it, Eveline. It’s a really simple offer from me. There’s no compulsion at all.” Killian looked calmly at Eveline who was starting to get angry now. “You spend the night with me, then you will get the money. It’s really simple right, Eveline?” Eveline glared at that. “One night. One million dollars. How about that?” “You are a very crazy person, sir! I never knew that dealing with a rich person like you would be this disgusting. You think having a lot of money and all the wealth in the world makes you a great person?!” Brak Eveline hit Killian’s desk hard with her clenched fists. Her face looked very red, with her rapid breathing. “You feel that you can even buy people too. Do you think you can talk to me all you want, just because you’re my boss? Do you think you can think all you want about her, just because I’m your employee who needs money? I repeat to you for one more time, Mr. Killian. I’m not asking you for a favor. I asked you for a loan, and I will return it all. You think you can just look at me so condescendingly?!” Eveline shook her head, and straightened up, slightly moving away from the position of Killian’s desk who was silent and just looking at the furious Eveline there. “And let me tell you, Mr. Killian. I am not for sale!” Eveline turned around and approached the door of the room, before falling back into silence, with her hand gripping the doorknob tightly. “And I really don’t wish to see you ever again! Even when I remain in this company, I really hope that we will not meet.” “So, you don’t need the money right now?” Eveline turned her head with anger still clearly visible on her face. “If you reject my offer, you won’t get the loan, Eveline” Without saying anything else, Eveline walked out of Killian’s room feeling angry. She even slammed the door to the room. But who would have thought, after Eveline’s departure from the room, Killian smiled a little there. He leaned his body on the chair he was sitting on with a feeling of satisfaction. “You are different, Eveline. I know, that the employees in this company, would never do anything despicable to earn money.” On the other side, Eveline walked quickly back into her office, and immediately sat down on the chair with her breathing heavily. Sweat drenched her entire body. Anger could still be clearly seen in her eyes. The anger, and humiliation of Killian’s words really hurt Eveline’s pride right now. “I hate rich people. It’s unbelievable that for a moment I trusted that man. I hate him so much.”

Eveline couldn’t focus on the work she was doing now. It was almost evening, in the next two hours, it would be time for the employees to go home. And there would be limited time for her to look for a loan to pay off her mother’s medical bills at the hospital. Several times, Eveline looked at the small clock she had placed on her desk. She looked even more agitated now. Drrrtt Drrrtt Drrrtt Her cell phone suddenly vibrated, and Eveline quickly picked up the call on her cell phone there. “Yes? Hello?” Eveline got up and walked slowly towards the bathroom. She entered one of the bathroom stalls. “Eveline?” The voice of Doctor Leo who had been helping to take care of her mother came over the cell phone call. “Yes, doctor? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Eveline’s breathing quickened. “I’m sorry that I have to call you at this hour, Eveline. But there’s something I need to talk to you about right now.” “Yes-yes, doctor. That’s no problem at all.” Eveline nodded her head vaguely. Her grip on her cell phone was now tightening. “What? Just tell me, doctor. Is my mother okay?” Eveline whispered, trying to hide the worry she was feeling right now. “Hmm… Eveline, we must take immediate action for your mother’s treatment. I told you about this three days ago. It’s just that, with each passing day, your mother’s condition is getting worse. If we don’t take the follow up action soon, it’s possible that your mother will…” “My mother will definitely be healthy, doctor. I know. I know that she will be fine. I will find a way. Please doctor. And… and what is quick action?” “Your mother needs immediate surgery, Eveline.” Eveline’s face turned pale. Her lips trembled, with her eyes open, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Surgery?” “That’s right, Eveline. The sooner the surgery is performed on your mother, the sooner your mother’s health will improve. There will be many processes involved in the surgery, and yes, after the surgery is completed, there will be a follow-up, and that is the recovery process. Your mother really needs that now, Eveline.” Doctor Leo paused his words, and Eveline was even more silent now. Doctor Leo let out his breath slowly from the end of the phone call there. “I know that you are working on the surgery and other expenses, Eveline. But, the later you delay the day, the harder it will be for your mother to survive. And if we don’t perform this surgery soon, it will seriously jeopardize your mother’s already declining health, Eveline.” “Doctor, I promise I will get the money. Please, just give me a little more time.” Eveline was so pleading that she didn’t realize her tears were streaming down her face. “I can do that, Eveline. But the hospital system, and my system as a doctor are very different. And you know that, don’t you?” “I know…” Eveline replied weakly. “Alright doctor, I will definitely contact you again, once I get the money. I’ll hang up first.” Without waiting for an answer from Doctor Leo, Eveline immediately hung up the call. With trembling hands, Eveline tried to contact Helena, her sister. Several times, Eveline tried to reach Helena, but her call kept going to voicemail. Eveline kept trying, until finally the call was answered. “What do you want now, Eve? Can’t you understand that I’m busy!” Helena answered the call in a loud, harsh voice. “I’m really sorry, Helena. But this is really serious. I don’t know what to do, and who to ask for help.” “Tell me quickly. I don’t have much time to talk.” “It’s… it’s about mom, Helena. You know that mom’s condition is getting worse. The pain is getting worse now. And… and she needs surgery. The sooner she gets the surgery, the sooner she’ll be well. Please, can you give me some money?” “Money? You know that I work long hours for little pay. My boss and I split the profits. And I myself rarely even enjoy the fruits of my labor. How could I have the money to lend it to you? You work for a big company, your salary should be able to pay for all that.” Eveline gently massaged her forehead. She felt overwhelmed. Talking to her sister, Helena, would be something she could not easily do. “I do work for the company, Helena. But my salary is not that big. I also have to fulfill other needs. And the cost of mom’s surgery is very high.” “How much? You don’t seem to get tired of spending your own money on that sickly old woman. How much more money will it take to treat her now?” “Helena, the operation will cost one billion seven hundred and fifty million.” “WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY, EVE?! HOW CAN YOU HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY FOR AN OPERATION! IF YOU DON’T HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY, WHAT ABOUT ME? I DON’T HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY EITHER! AND YES, IF I HAD THAT MUCH MONEY, I WOULD DEFINITELY ENJOY MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU AND THAT OLD WOMAN IN MY LIFE. IF NECESSARY, YOU DON’T NEED TO THINK ABOUT WHERE YOU GOT THE MONEY FROM, AND JUST LET THE OLD LADY GO FOR NOW. ALL HER LIFE, SHE’S BEEN MAKING TROUBLE WITH HER ILLNESS!” “HELENA! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!” Eveline’s breath caught. She felt angry. “After all, she is our mother. Whatever mistakes she made in the past, at least forgive her for a moment. You can be angry with her again once she’s healthy. But don’t punish her with this misery, Helena. She needs you. She needs us.” “What?! Are you going to yell at me, after begging me to borrow money for that wicked old woman?! So listen to me one more time. I’m not going to give you any of my money to help with that old lady’s medical expenses. She deserves this misery now, for all the things she’s done in the past. She really deserves it. And I don’t want to get involved with her ever again.” Eveline fell silent, holding back her irritation for an instant. “Watch your language, Helena. This is about mom. Our mother. And she’s fighting for her life. How can you talk like that? If we don’t help her, then who will? At least think about this for a moment. You can hate and resent her, but I beg you to help her this once.” “You help her then, Eve. I’m not willing to help her at all. After all, I haven’t remembered her for a long time, after I left the city. Then today, you suddenly called, and hoped that I would help find money to pay for the old lady’s surgery. Don’t ever expect that from me, Eve. I would never do that. All this time, all these years, I’ve been working and making money for myself, not for anyone else.” “Helena, please, understand… just this once.” “No. Do you think she’s ever understood me or understood you in all these years? No, right? And besides, I’ve also long forgotten my life with that woman. And not anymore. I don’t need you or that old woman in my life. It would be best if you just gave up, Eve. Let that woman go, and live as you please.” “You can’t be selfish, Helena. I’ve never asked for your help once in my life. Just this once, I really begged you to help. Please, Helena. Think about it once more.” Eveline continued to hope that Helena would change her mind now. “Sorry to say, Eve. But my answer will forever remain the same. No means no. I’m hanging up, and yes, don’t ever contact me again after today. Because I don’t want to hear anything from you about her. Unless, if you contact me to inform me of the old woman’s death, then I will definitely come to her funeral, with a smile.” Helena paused her words, and Eveline fell silent to try and quell the anger she was feeling right now. Helena’s words to her now were like a bow piercing her heart. Helena had indeed changed completely now. “And oh yeah Eveline, if you really need the money to pay for that woman’s surgery, then just sell yourself to the big boss at the nightclub. Or you can even sell yourself to your own boss for a lot of money. I hear your boss is a handsome guy who’s d*mn rich. And again, all rich men always like virgins, right?” The phone call was immediately cut off unilaterally by Helena. Eveline looked at her cell phone with wide eyed eyes. Eveline’s mind felt very frantic now. She sat down right on top of the closet and stayed there. Her grip on her cell phone tightened. Her mind was drifting, and she didn’t know what to do now. Eveline’s chest felt so tight, she almost forgot how to breathe freely. Eveline’s mind kept thinking about how unfair life was to her. Not to mention the conversation she and Doctor Leo had earlier. Eveline felt even more unable to think about all the things that were happening right now in her life. “What can I do now?” Eveline rested her head on her palms, and sobbed there. She was crying. Eveline rubbed her face in instant frustration. Her already puffy face, with her eyes continuing to well up with tears, really looked very pitiful now. “What should I do?” She muttered with a hollow feeling. Eveline’s mind was now completely blank, and she could not focus herself right now. Until not long after that, Eveline’s mind instantly recalled what Killian had said earlier. ‘You will have to spend the night with me.’ ‘One night you spend with me, and I will give you a million dollars that you want.’ ‘One night. One million dollars.’ Eveline was silent with a flat face. Tears kept falling down her face. She did not make any expression, but she knew that she felt very tight and cold. Her whole body felt weak and cold now. “There is no other way now.” Eveline muttered in a whisper. Slowly, Eveline stood up from the closet, and exited the bathroom stall. She walked over to the long sink in front of her, turned on the water faucet, and washed her puffy face. Several times, she washed her face with water, and afterwards, she wiped her face with a tissue. Her eyes still looked red, but her face looked very pale now. Now, she was determined. And she would not back down now. Eveline walked out of the bathroom, and returned to her desk. She was pensive again, and waited for the clock to tick. Counting the seconds that felt like minutes to her.

Inside his room, Killian couldn’t focus on his work, ever since Eveline left in a fit of rage. Killian no longer even looked at his laptop and work files that were still open on the table. Killian sat back in his chair, and looked at the open window of his office. “I shouldn’t have said such a demeaning thing to Eveline. After all, she is an employee of this company. She is my employee. I should have respected her as an employee of this company.” Killian raised both hands and rested them on his forehead as he closed his eyelids. “Huh… how stupid of me. I shouldn’t have said that. Eveline must still feel upset and angry with me. What if she decides to resign because of what I said earlier? Furthermore, compared to the employees who are more senior than her, Eveline’s work is much better. I should go see her and apologize to her.” Killian opened his eyelids and sighed once more. “And I’m getting dumber, because I can never lose my perspective on women. I’ve misunderstood Eveline. And d*mn it, why do I still feel the prestige to apologize. But I need to apologize, before Eveline misunderstands everything I said to her earlier. Yes, I should apologize to her.” Killian turned his chair around and looked at the clock on the wall in front of him. It was late afternoon, and it was already time to leave work. Killian closes his laptop and the files on his desk and puts them into his briefcase. “I need to find Eveline immediately and apologize to her. Don’t let her go home now.” He muttered, hastily stuffing all his belongings into his bag. Knock Knock “Yes? Just go in.” Killian said without shifting his focus to the activity he was doing now. The door opened slowly, then closed again. Killian turned his head towards the person who entered his room, and fell silent instantly. Realizing that it was Eveline who entered his room now. Killian immediately stood up straight. “Eveline?” Killian cleared his throat. “Eveline, I have something to talk to you about. I…” “I accept it.” Eveline instantly cut off Killian’s unfinished speech there. Eveline stood in front of Killian’s desk very stiffly. Her hands were interlocked in front of her body, with her eyes looking straight ahead. Eveline did not even look at Killian who was silent looking at her. “Wait. What do you mean?” Killian asked as he walked closer to Eveline. Killian stood right beside Eveline, while looking at Eveline’s expression that looked nervous there. Eveline’s body trembled, and she tried to hide it. “I accept your offer, Mr. Killian.” Eveline said once again. Killian widened his eyes in disbelief. “Eveline, I…” “But I have some conditions too.” Cut Eveline off. Killian fell silent instantly. The previously shocked look on her face changed to one of restrained anger. Killian’s forehead creased deeply, and averted his eyes. “What are your conditions?” Killian replied, though he was holding back from shouting. Eveline swallowed her saliva with difficulty. She adjusted her breathing several times so that she no longer felt as claustrophobic and nervous as she did now. But it seemed like a useless thing to do. “My condition is that this matter will remain between us. After the night is over, we will never discuss this ever again. This matter will have no effect on my work or my job in this company.” Eveline fell silent and paused her words. Eveline slightly glanced at Killian who was still averting his eyes from her. “Just for one night only. After that, there is no second night or any night. This affair will only end on that night.” Killian was getting more and more incredulous with all the things Eveline was saying now. “Okay. When then?” “Tonight.” Eveline replied briefly. Killian turned his gaze back, and looked at Eveline who was still not taking her eyes off of him. “Anything else?” Eveline’s body was trembling even more. Both of her legs felt very weak, and her whole body, which was covered in cold sweat now, felt even worse. “At the end of this night, I want all the money.” Eveline sighed with a pained feeling. Her whole body even felt very cold now. “I need all the money as soon as the night is over between us.” Killian’s face looked even more flushed, as the anger, and distrust inside him grew. “Alright. Tonight. You will receive the money after the business between us is over. I already told you that I will give you the money in cash. At the end of the night, you will have all your money.” They both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts. Until the next second, without saying anything else, Eveline turned around and walked out of Killian’s room, slightly running. Eveline couldn’t stand being around Killian with the emotional pressure she was feeling right now. Eveline’s departure, instantly made Killian pull her hair hard with both hands. “Aaarrrggghhh!!! D*mn you, Eveline! D*mn you!” Said Killian who immediately dropped all the objects on his desk. He needed to vent the anger he had been feeling. Killian’s breathing was irregular, and he clenched his palms tightly again. “I was wrong. You’re just like any other woman. The women who will always be willing to do anything for money. You’re just like all of them, Eveline! You’re just like that woman!” Brak Killian hit his desk very hard. He was trying to vent his anger and frustration right now. He did not even feel any pain. “I was just trying to change my mind, my perspective on women. But, you proved me so wrong, Eveline. Women are the same as other women. Women will forever act and do anything just to get money. And I almost easily believed that you might be a different woman. But as it turns out, you are just like that woman. You brought back the darkness in my mind about women, Eveline Mason. The darkness that seems to have spread everywhere inside me. And you’re drowning me in that darkness even more.” Killian was breathing heavily, with his eyes reddened. He looked full of anger and hatred now. “You are the darkness, Eveline Mason.” *** On the other hand, after Eveline walked out of Killian’s room, she quickly grabbed her bag, and took the elevator to get home from the office. Inside the elevator, her whole body was still trembling, and her eyes were even wet from the tears that had been welling up. This was the only way she had now. Eveline felt helpless with the difficult situation she was facing now. Eveline let out a small sob. She raised her right palm, and covered her lips, in order to stifle the sound of her own sobs now. She felt stupid and helpless. “It’s okay, Eveline. It’s okay.” Eveline murmured in the end. With rough movements, she wiped away the remaining tears on her face. Several times, causing her face to look slightly reddish, with her face puffy. “It’s not a big deal. It’s only for one night. After that, you can rest easy, because mom will be fine after that. It’s no problem. I’m fine.” Eveline continued to mutter in order to strengthen herself now. Ting The elevator doors opened slowly, and Eveline walked out slowly. Eveline walked out of the company area, heading for the nearest bus stop there. It had become her habit to travel to and from work by bus. Eveline stood silently with a sad look in her eyes. She didn’t know what else should be on her mind right now. To her, time seemed to pass very quickly. When the bus arrived, Eveline let out her breath slowly, and walked into the bus. She chose to sit at the very back, right by the window. She slowly opened the window, and tried to enjoy the afternoon air that had always been unique to her. Even so, a few times, her tears still fell down her cheeks. But quickly, Eveline wiped the tears away. Without Eveline realizing it, Killian saw her from inside the car. Both of Killian’s hands were clenched. “Let’s prove it once again, Eveline. Are you really the same as other women or not. Now it’s up to you. I still have a little hope that my thoughts about you are wrong, Eveline.” Murmured Killian who slowly reached for his cell phone inside his coat pocket. Quickly, he typed a message that he would send to Eveline’s number. ‘I will be waiting for you at Lux Hotel tonight, at nine o’clock.’ That was the only sentence Killian typed, and sent it immediately. After that, Killian put his cell phone back into his pocket, and left the company in his car. On the other hand, Eveline felt a vibration on her cell phone, and she immediately opened it. It was a message sent by Killian. Eveline’s breath caught in her throat as she read the message Killian had sent her. Eveline’s grip on her cell phone tightened. Eveline closed her eyelids very tightly, and tried to look strong. Eveline had no intention of replying to the message, and ignored it. Eveline switched to dialing Doctor Leo’s cell phone number. She slowly brought the phone to her right ear, and waited for the call to be picked up by Doctor Leo. After a few seconds of waiting, the call was finally picked up. “Yes, Eveline?” Doctor Leo said. “Doctor, I’ll bring the money tomorrow.” Eveline muttered slowly. Her face looked flat, and pale. But it could still be seen clearly, if there was any resilience in those eyes now. “That’s good, Eveline! I’m glad to hear that. Then, call me tomorrow, when you will bring the money, okay? After that, I will take care of everything for your mother’s surgery. And yes, don’t worry, your mother has already eaten and is resting this afternoon. So tomorrow, after you bring the money, I will also directly contact the specialized doctor from the hospital in London. If your mother has the operation, then you can breathe a little easier, Eveline. Everything will definitely be fine.” Doctor Leo sounded pleased. Eveline thinned her lips, and nodded her head with a faint movement. “Of course, Doctor. Thank you. I’ll call you again tomorrow.” “Of course, Eveline. I’ll close up first, I have to take care of the other patients.” Eveline responded with a small dejection. Then after that, Doctor Leo disconnected the phone call. Eveline lowered the cell phone from her ear, and looked at it. Eveline turned off her cell phone for a moment. But Eveline’s mind went back to the message sent by Killian. “Nine o’clock tonight.” She muttered. Eveline leaned her body against the bus bench and sighed loudly. “Everything will be fine. After mom’s surgery, mom will be healthy. And be able to move around like before again. After that, I’ll go back to working hard, to pay back the money.” ‘This matter is just for one night.’ ‘At the end of the night, you will have all your money.’

Ting Killian put two ice cubes into his drink glass, then shook the glass slightly, until the cold flavor of the ice cubes blended with the drink. Slowly, Killian drank the drink and fell back into silence. His hawk-like eyes seemed to pierce through the cold that was beginning to envelop him. He looked straight at the buildings and streets displayed from below his luxurious apartment on the 20th floor. “She didn’t answer my message. I don’t know what she had in mind when she agreed to my terms earlier. Or maybe she really just wanted to play a trick on me?” Killian tightened his grip on the now empty drink glass. His face looked hardened, and he did not like his own thoughts. Although he could not at all block his assumptions about Eveline at the moment. He could not even completely prevent the assumptions that were playing in his mind. Killian put the empty glass down on the table, and walked over to a suitcase lying on his bed. Slowly, he opened the suitcase, revealing a wad of money worth two billion dollars inside. Killian’s hand tightened again, and immediately shut the suitcase he had prepared there. Then sat himself down hard on the bed, right next to the suitcase. Killian looked very disturbed with what was on his mind right now. “D*mn. What if she really just wants to frame me? Look, she’s just an employee of my company, and probably has a very devious mind to enrich herself, by involving me in a scandal.” Killian rubbed his face very hard with the palm of his right hand. Then shook his head in a quick motion. Trying to drive away his own thoughts at the moment. “No, no, no. That can’t be the case, Killian. If Eveline is indeed trying to set me up, then I’ll make sure she regrets that devious plan she had. You’ll see. I won’t let a single woman get away with scheming against me.” Quickly, Killian got up and refilled his empty glass with the drink, as well as ice cubes. Drinking the drink so greedily, that he almost broke the glass, so tightly was he gripping it now. Killian’s eyes took a small glance at the watch on his left wrist, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. One more hour before the secret meeting he and Eveline had tonight at Lux hotel. Without another thought, Killian put the glass back down, then put his cell phone into his shirt pocket, and put his wallet into his pants pocket. And not forgetting, to immediately grab the suitcase that contained the money, then walked with his long and quick footsteps out from inside his apartment right now. Every step Killian took felt very heavy, and he recognized that, it was not what he really wanted. He just wanted to test, and hoped that everything didn’t match up with all the prejudices that had been running through his mind since before. Brak Killian got into the car, and put the suitcase on the passenger seat. This time, he drove the car himself. At least, it was something Killian could do at the moment, to be able to clear his frantic mind a little. Killian paused for a moment after starting the car engine, with both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “I was really hoping that you wouldn’t show up at that hotel tonight, Eveline.” He muttered. “Don’t let my current prejudice be answered by your arrival at that hotel. Otherwise, I myself do not even know what will happen after this between us.” Killian lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyelids for a moment now. “Please, stop whatever is on your mind right now, Eveline. If you do not come to the hotel tonight, then I, will not say anything more about the thing we agreed upon. Even if possible, I will also apologize for the impudence of my previous words.” Killian fell silent again, and sighed loudly. “But, if you still come to the hotel tonight, then I will not be able to back out of what I said before. I will not be able to back out easily. So please, God, don’t let me keep doing what I’ve been thinking.” Killian opened his eyelids again, and began to drive his car at a moderate speed. Hoping in his heart that his request to God would be heard. The stubborn man who was too rigid with life, was really never good at managing his words. Whether his words were right or wrong. Whether his words were hurtful or not. Killian was never good at expressing what was really in his heart and mind. Which sometimes, that’s what makes the life he lives so stiff, and flat. *** Eveline looked at her reflection in the mirror in her room. She had just finished cleaning herself, and only covered her body with a bath robe. Eveline, who originally wanted to calm herself down by cleaning her body, felt even more frantic. She was of course very afraid of all the possibilities that would happen if she came to the hotel tonight. It was almost nine o’clock, and Eveline still felt very much at home in her room, her home. “But if I don’t come to the hotel, then what about mom’s surgery?” Eveline muttered with her eyes beginning to glaze over. Never in her life had Eveline felt so weak and frantic with her own thoughts as she did now. Her right palm tightly gripped the bath robe that was still so tightly attached to her body. Eveline began to shiver from the cold. With her hair and parts of her body still wet there. “I can’t be selfish by only thinking about myself right now. Mom needs me more than anything to be able to help her. After all, by doing the surgery, mom will definitely recover quickly, and after that she will no longer be in pain every night, having trouble sleeping to endure the pain all over her body.” Eveline sighed very roughly. She closed her eyelids for a moment, and it instantly made tears fall down her cheeks. Tears that had been held back in her eyes. With a rough movement, Eveline wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and opened her eyelids. “Everything will be fine. Yes, everything will definitely be fine. It’s just for one night, and after that, my life will go back to normal. As usual.” With her eyes reddened, and determination returning to her, Eveline immediately shifted her body, walking over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. She opened the closet, and began to sort out which clothes would be suitable for her to wear tonight. Something that even she found quite disgusting to do now. Shortly after, Eveline’s gaze fell on a simple dress that was black, sleeveless, and below the knee length. A dress that she had bought with her first paycheck, while working at Killian’s company. Eveline reached out her hand and took the dress. She looked at it, still feeling frantic. She felt very reluctant to go to the hotel and meet with Killian. However, on the other hand, her mother was in the hospital, waiting for her recovery. And Eveline couldn’t bear it if she acted like her sister Helena did. Quickly, Eveline put on the dress and made up. After all, she had to get to the hotel requested by Killian tonight. There was no other way. Time was running out. And if Eveline kept going, the longer her mother would be waiting. Eveline only had her mother at the moment. Of course, she didn’t want to lose the person who was the reason she worked so hard. Compared to Helena who went away, and seemed to no longer consider herself and their mother as family. Eveline wanted to keep doing her best. Even if it meant sacrificing herself for others. “The darkness will surely leave, and bring me into the bright light again. All the confusion I’m feeling right now, will surely pass soon. After you get the operation, I will work very hard to pay back the money that Mr. Killian gave me.” Eveline looked at herself who had finished putting on the dress and also put on simple makeup there. Her eyes imperceptibly teared up again. But with all her might, she tried to keep the tears from falling from her eyes. Eveline’s palms were clenched very tightly, as much as possible, she herself even held back the sound of sobbing from her lips now, so as not to let it out and sound weak. “This is just one night. And after that, everything that will happen in this night, will stop immediately, when I get the money. It doesn’t matter. It’s just one night. It will all be worth it when mom gets better.”

‘I’m waiting for you in room 825.’ The message was typed by Killian quickly, as soon as he arrived at the hotel lobby, and sent directly to Eveline’s number. Without waiting for a reply, Killian walked straight into the elevator that would take him to the floor where the room was located. His grip tightened on the suitcase containing the money. Inside the elevator, Killian felt very uneasy at all. “D*mn. D*mn it. I don’t know what’s going through my mind right now.” Killian shook his head several times, and tried to regain his composure, although it was very difficult for him to do now. Ting The elevator opened, and Killian quickly walked out, down the hotel hallway, and into the room he had reserved. Inside the room, Killian went straight to the room, and placed the suitcase containing the money right on top of the mini bar table. Killian sighed roughly. He felt very tense. Of course he was. All this time, Killian had never even interacted too closely with women. Let alone this with Eveline who was his own employee. Killian picked up a water bottle, and drank it greedily. At least, he could feel much calmer after drinking something fresh. Still feeling a little uneasy, Killian walked to the balcony of the room, and sat on one of the chairs there. Leaning his body, he took another sip of the drink in his hand. Killian sighed loudly. “D*mn, Eveline. If only you hadn’t agreed to the stupid terms I carelessly said earlier, I wouldn’t have been as distraught as I am now.” Killian rubbed his face roughly. It was all too frustrating for him to think about. “Hopefully, you’re not thinking of actually coming here, Eveline. Otherwise, I will regret even more what I said to you.” Silently, Killian cast a small glance at the watch on his left wrist. It was thirty minutes past nine in the evening. It was almost ten o’clock at night. And there was still no sign of Eveline’s arrival at the hotel now. For a moment, Killian felt relieved about that. His positive mind felt very confident that Eveline was not coming. No Killian put the bottle in his hand down on the floor, and with the vigor that suddenly reappeared in him, Killian got up and walked back into the room. He looked at his cell phone, and found no reply message from Eveline, leaving only two ticks that turned blue. Eveline had read it. But she would definitely not come. Killian believed that, and silently thanked God for listening to his prayers. Killian quickly stuffed his phone back into his pants pocket, grabbed his suitcase, and walked towards the door of the room with long strides. A smile of relief appeared on his face, which had only been able to wear a stiff expression. Killian reached for the doorknob of his hotel room, and opened it. But the smile on his face immediately disappeared, as soon as he realized Eveline’s existence right in front of the door, silently. Eveline was surprised, as she had not even knocked on the door, and it was already open. Eveline had just arrived, and was too nervous to knock. “You?” Killian couldn’t help but speak spontaneously. Never mind that Eveline was actually there, right in front of him, right in front of his hotel room. Eveline was silent, didn’t say anything, and just lowered her head to avoid the shocked and also very intense gaze given by Killian now. ‘God, why don’t you ever listen to my prayers even though I prayed so fervently this time? Can’t you be a little kind to me? How can I not let Eveline into my dark life?’ Killian’s mind was in agony. He even came close to slamming the door shut again, and really wished that he was just hallucinating that Eveline was on his hotel room doorstep. But of course, that would be a complete waste. She couldn’t do that. Especially with Eveline who openly showed that she was uncomfortable with just standing at the door of the room. “I have come, according to the conditions you asked for.” Eveline muttered. From the tone of her voice alone, it could be heard that she was extremely distressed. Eveline had, in fact, deliberately walked for quite a while before finally deciding to take a taxi to this hotel. Both of her legs still felt weak and stiff, as if she was not willing to be in front of Killian to get the money loan now. Killian grew silent, not knowing what else to say. With a stiff movement, he widened the door to the room, as if it was a code for Eveline to come inside. Eveline stepped into the room, and fell silent near the sofa. She stood while twisting the dress she was wearing, in order to reduce the tension. Killian, meanwhile, closed and locked the door, then sighed. ‘There’s no way out anymore. I have to finish this.’ Killian thought. He walked over to Killian who immediately placed the suitcase in his hand on the table near the sofa. Eveline stood stiffly, while slightly glancing at Killian, and watching the man’s movements. “The money… where is it?” Eveline whispered, as Killian stood before her. “Right there. In that suitcase.” Killian replied as he pointed at the suitcase. Eveline stared at the suitcase that was big enough for her. There was money there. The money she would use to pay for her mother’s surgery tomorrow. Without saying anything, Killian tried to step his feet again, getting closer to Eveline who was still stiffly standing there. Eveline could feel her legs weakening, but she tried to stay upright. “Look at me, and tell me that you still want to do this.” Killian muttered, as he stopped his steps right in front of Eveline. They were so close that Eveline could smell the perfume mixed with the drink from Killian’s lips. Eveline nodded faintly, and raised her head. She immediately showed her courage by looking into Killian’s eyes there. “I’m very sure.” Killian hardened his facial expression, and he found it very difficult to swallow his own saliva. All the tension that had been in his mind and feelings seemed to be intensified, and it was not at all favorable for him now. Stiffly, Killian reached out his right hand, and rubbed the side of Eveline’s face. The sudden behavior instantly made Eveline drop her bag to the floor. Killian knew that Eveline was as nervous and tense as he was. But Killian wanted to maintain his image. Killian grabbed Eveline’s waist and brought her closer to him. Their faces were getting closer to each other. “You can leave here, if you don’t like it or don’t want it, Eveline Mason.” Killian was still trying to give Eveline one last chance to change her mind. Eveline looked up. “No, I don’t. Let’s settle our business tonight, Mr. Killian Blake.”

Eveline slowly opened her swollen, heavy eyes. She sighed as she realized that night was turning into early morning. Eveline’s grip on the blanket covering her naked body tightened. Yes, Eveline and Killian had indeed done it last night. Eveline glanced over at Killian, who was lying on his back to her left. She made sure Killian was still sound asleep. Without saying a word, Eveline slowly got out of bed and cleaned herself in the bathroom. She didn’t want to linger any longer in the same hotel room with Killian. So, Eveline quickly put her dress back on and checked all the items she had packed in her bag. Eveline was in a hurry to avoid facing Killian again, in case he woke up later. Eveline felt sick at the sight of his face. Without looking back, Eveline left the room, grabbed her suitcase, which was still in its original place, and exited the room. The steps of Eveline’s feet seemed to clash with the sound of her labored breathing. Eveline wanted to cry, but she had to get to the hospital quickly to pay for the surgery. Stopping a taxi, Eveline quickly got inside and headed to the hospital. She didn’t realize that Killian was watching her from the balcony of the hotel room. Killian stared intently at Eveline as she walked away with the suitcase containing the money he had given her. In truth, Killian couldn’t sleep soundly, so he decided to pretend to be asleep. “I thought you wouldn’t really come here, Eveline. It turns out I was wrong. You came here to make a business deal with me. And you left once the deal was done.” Killian muttered softly, shaking his head slightly. His feet stepped back into the room, and he closed the balcony door. “You were right, Eveline Mason. What happened between us tonight was just a business relationship. Nothing more than that.” Killian approached the mini bar, took a bottle of drink, and an empty glass. Slowly, he poured the contents of the bottle into the glass, adding two ice cubes. He needed some clarity in his head. He felt restless and uneasy. Killian downed the drink in the glass and fell silent again. “You didn’t even look back once. A very good game, Eveline.” Killian chuckled softly as he looked at the empty glass in his hand. “But why? Why do I feel strange about you after tonight, Eve? Am I interested in getting involved in the dangerous game you’re playing, Eveline Mason?” Killian refilled his glass almost to the brim, brought it closer to the bed, and sat back against it. Slowly, he drank from the glass. But his eyes began to scan every corner of the room now. Killian sighed, closing his eyes briefly, as the memories of everything he and Eveline had done the night before flashed through his mind. Killian felt increasingly uneasy about himself. Especially when he recalled how their kiss had happened. Suddenly, Killian opened his eyes again and sighed heavily. “Even the scent of your body is still lingering here, Eveline. What is really happening? Why did you leave your mark here? Not only here, but also in my heart. What have you done to me, Eveline? Why do I feel this way about you? Why did you make me feel this way? And why you, Eveline Mason?” Killian downed the drink in his glass, then placed it on the table next to the bed. He lay down, facing the part of the bed where Eveline had been lying earlier. Killian couldn’t understand what he was feeling right now. Never in his entire life, at twenty-eight years old, had he felt something so strange about himself. Especially with a woman, Eveline Mason. And this was the first time Killian felt something odd inside himself. And Killian didn’t understand a single thing. Killian reached out his left hand and stroked the side of the bed. He suddenly felt a pang of longing. For some reason, he couldn’t guess what was going on in his heart and mind at that moment. It was as though everything that had happened last night had managed to change who Killian Blake had always been. And he didn’t like it one bit. He felt increasingly restless. “I don’t know what I’ll do after this, if we meet at the office later, Eveline. Can you look at someone who offered you that ridiculous deal with that amount of money? Can you look at the person who was the first for you too?” *** Eveline hurried down the hospital corridor toward her mother’s ward. Eveline clutched the suitcase tightly in both hands, right in front of her body. Eveline felt relieved. Of course. Because no matter what, her mother’s surgery had to be done, no matter what it took. As she neared her mother’s ward, she saw Dr. Leo exiting with a nurse. Immediately, Eveline quickened her pace. “Dr. Leo.” Eveline called out, stopping right in front of Dr. Leo. “Oh, Eveline. You came this early?” Dr. Leo smiled warmly at Eveline. “Yes, I woke up very early. I’m too excited. And… and I’ve brought the money for my mother’s surgery.” Eveline explained. She was a bit nervous and tired, as she had been running unconsciously from the moment she stepped out of the taxi until she reached there. “Wow, I’m glad to hear that. That means your mother will be able to have the surgery soon.” Eveline nodded enthusiastically. Her eyes even began to well up with tears. She felt happy yet heartbroken. Eveline was happy because her mother would soon be able to undergo surgery and recover from her illness. But on the other hand, Eveline felt heartbroken because she had obtained the money by sleeping with her boss. “In that case, nurse, help Eveline with all the paperwork so that her mother’s surgery can be performed this afternoon.” Dr. Leo said to the nurse who had been standing behind him all along. “Alright, Doctor.” The nurse nodded and walked toward Eveline. “Come on, Miss Eveline. I’ll help you with the paperwork.” The nurse said with a smile. Eveline nodded again and began to follow the nurse to the administration office to fill out forms, print documents, and pay for the surgery and other expenses there. After making sure all the forms and documents were taken care of, Eveline was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Eveline walked into her mother’s hospital room and sat on the small chair next to her mother’s bedside table, where her mother was still asleep. Gently, Eveline reached out and held her mother’s wrinkled, limp hand. Eveline bowed her head, trying very hard not to cry in front of her mother. “Everything will be okay, Mom. After the surgery, you’ll be much healthier and able to resume your activities as before. After that, you won’t have to worry about any medical expenses anymore. I’ll work even harder so I can repay the money Killian gave me. It doesn’t matter what happened between us last night. As long as it’s worth it for your recovery. And besides, I don’t want others to know what happened between us. I don’t want people to think badly of me without knowing the truth. I don’t know. I might not be able to handle it if others start suspecting what happened between me and Killian. I hope everything will stay okay and go back to normal.” Eveline lifted her head and gently kissed her mother’s hand, which was in her grasp. Eveline quickly wiped the tears welling up in her eyes. She wouldn’t cry anymore. Now, the strength within her was growing stronger. She wouldn’t lose just because of crying like that. “Eve? You’re here?” Her mother’s sudden voice made Eveline straighten her body and force a small smile toward her mother. Eveline promised herself that she would appear fine in front of her mother now. Because before the surgery could be performed, her mother’s condition had to be completely stable, and she didn’t want her mother to worry too much about unnecessary things that could disrupt the surgical process. “Yes, just now.” Eveline replied with a faint nod. “I’ve also taken care of all the necessary paperwork for your surgery. This afternoon, you’ll have the surgery, and after that, everything will be fine.” “But, Eve, the surgery requires a very high cost. Where did you get that much money in such a short time?” Her mother looked at her with concern. Eveline was startled and realized that her mother would definitely ask her about it. “Um… I borrowed it from my boss at work. He’s very kind. So he lent me the money. But of course, I have to work longer hours than the other employees. I have to work overtime and on holidays. Until the debt is paid off, I’ll have to work much harder than before. I even have to take on a big project as well.” “Your boss is very kind; I hope he receives great rewards as well.” Her mother looked very grateful, and it all seemed to hit Eveline hard, who was forcing a smile on her face. “Yes… he is very kind, Mother.”

“Good morning, Mr. Killian. I’ve prepared your black coffee with less sugar, and your work schedule is on your desk, as usual.” Caleb Rowan, Killian’s bodyguard and trusted confidant, greeted him as soon as Killian entered the company. Killian nodded slowly, his eyes beginning to scan the lobby of his company. “Thank you, Caleb.” Caleb nodded and followed Killian’s gaze. “Are you looking for something, sir? If so, let me help you find it.” Caleb offered. “Oh, no. No. That’s not necessary.” Killian shook his head quickly. He returned to his usual expressionless face and no longer looked around. Of course, he was trying to find Eveline there. However, he was completely unsuccessful. Without saying anything, Killian cleared his throat and walked back to his office, followed by Caleb walking right behind him. Just as he usually did when working with Killian. After that, Killian entered the room, and Caleb went to his own room, which was directly across from Killian’s. Inside, Killian walked toward the desk, where there was already coffee and the schedule of tasks he would be doing today. But it seemed like Killian’s mind wasn’t on his work right now. It was as though all the focus Killian usually had had been taken away by something still weighing heavily on his heart. “Why hasn’t Eveline arrived yet? Is she not coming today?” Killian muttered, lifting his left hand to check his watch. “It’s almost eight in the morning. It’s already work hours, and she’s not where she usually is.” Killian sounded anxious all of a sudden. He’d never felt this strange feeling before, like something was stealing his focus, and it was all because of Eveline. Slowly, Killian sat down in his chair and sipped the coffee that was still pretty hot on his desk. Killian was silent as his thoughts couldn’t be distracted from Eveline at all. He felt a deep sense of guilt over what he had done to Eveline. As if he had taken advantage of her when she needed help. Though there was some truth to that as well. But Killian wasn’t good at handling conversations with women. And he admitted that this was the first time he had felt something different with a woman, with Eveline. Before this, Killian had even felt unable to be close to women. Or even when women openly approached and flirted with him, Killian felt repulsed and avoided them all. He had been doing this for years, but everything seemed to change after the words he had spoken to Eveline without thinking. Killian truly felt guilty and sinful. “D*mn it. I can’t even stop thinking about you, Eveline.” Killian placed the coffee cup back on the table and sighed. “Are you deliberately avoiding me today?” Killian furrowed his brow deeply. “But what does it matter to you, Killian? You took advantage of that girl’s helplessness last night, and now you actually expect her to come to the office to face you directly? She wouldn’t be able to look at the person who took something precious from her, right in front of her. Eveline wouldn’t be able to do that so quickly, would she?” Killian muttered to himself. Killian roughly wiped his face. He grew increasingly anxious. Usually, if an employee was absent, he would receive an email or online message from his assistant regarding a leave of absence. But this time, there was nothing. His assistant hadn’t sent a single email or online message about Eveline. Killian couldn’t just call Eveline’s number, because he knew the message would only end with a blue checkmark, with no reply. Killian took his phone and kept hoping for just one message about Eveline. But his wish seemed like it would remain a fantasy. The clock already showed nine o’clock minus fifteen minutes AM. It was almost nine AM, and Eveline hadn’t come. Killian could confirm that through the employee attendance app installed on his phone. “What happened to you, Eveline?” Killian put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes tightly. He tried hard not to think about Eveline anymore. But it was all in vain. Killian quickly opened his eyes, his brow furrowed. “Wait, I haven’t even found out the truth about Eveline borrowing that much money. What did you do with all that money, Eveline?” *** After telling her mother that she had managed to secure the funds for the operation, Eveline decided to return home briefly to clean herself up. Eveline felt she had too many traces of Killian, and she didn’t like that at all. Eveline sat quietly in the bathtub filled with warm water and lavender-scented soap. Eveline tried to calm herself and stop thinking about everything she and Killian had done the night before. Several times, Eveline submerged her head in the bathtub, soaking her hair and scalp in the warm water. As if letting all the thoughts that kept bothering her slowly fade away. Though, Eveline herself wasn’t sure at all whether all the memories of last night’s events would truly disappear from her mind now. Not to mention the fact that she still worked at Killian’s company, and it was certain that when she returned to work, she would meet Killian again in the near future. Eveline felt unable to face the man who had once been the most important person in her life and had taken something very precious from her. But life goes on. She had to work very hard to repay all the money she had borrowed from Killian, then leave as far away as possible. “Everyone keeps saying he’s a good man, even though his actions don’t show it. But what he did to me will always remind me that he’s not a good man at all. He’s evil. He even dared to impose disgusting conditions on his employees who needed help. And for no good reason. After what happened last night, to me, he’s nothing more than a wicked man.” Eveline’s palms clenched tightly. Her face hardened, holding back her emotions. But her eyes were brimming with tears. The turmoil of feelings within her heart seemed to be playing with her now. Eveline briefly submerged her head in the bathtub again, then emerged. Eveline sighed heavily. “Now what I need to think about is finding a part-time job that can help me pay off all that money faster. The sooner I pay back the money he gave me, the sooner I can leave his life. I can’t guarantee what will happen in the future. Or what he’ll do to me after what happened last night. He’s a very dangerous man.” Eveline fell silent again, then decided to get out of the bathtub and put on her casual clothes. Eveline didn’t even care about her work at the office, because today she had to focus on accompanying her mother for surgery. Of course, that was one of the reasons why Eveline didn’t have to go to the office and meet Killian. Eveline wanted to focus and ensure that her mother’s surgery went smoothly until the post surgery recovery period. Eveline didn’t want to be distracted by all the possibilities that could arise if she and Killian met again at the office, right after last night’s incident. “Should I contact Lily about the leave of absence? But it’s almost nine o’clock. The leave of absence letter I’m going to send might not be received by Lily. But if I don’t give it to her, my monthly bonus will be deducted. Uh. I don’t want that to happen.” Eveline immediately grabbed her phone from the bed and quickly wrote a sick note, then sent it to Lily, Killian’s assistant at the office. After that, Eveline turned off her phone so that no one would disturb her while she was at the hospital. Then, Eveline got dressed and prepared some food for her to eat at the hospital while waiting for her mother’s surgery. After ensuring that all the items she needed were complete, Eveline headed back to the hospital. Throughout the journey, Eveline kept praying that her mother’s surgery would go smoothly. She also prayed for her future life. Eveline was naturally very cautious about what Killian might do. Considering that the man held significant influence over other businessmen. Eveline did not want to take any risks that might offend him or make him feel badly about her after what happened that night. Eveline still cherished her current job, and at some undetermined point in the future, she would indeed leave. She would start her life anew with her mother, who was now healthy. “I swear, I will definitely return all that money and give it directly to you, Mr. Killian. I never break my promises. You’ll know who you’re dealing with when the disgusting conditions you imposed on me are spoken by you. And for the money you gave me last night, I’ll return the rest tomorrow. How can a wealthy man as renowned as you not hear that I only need one billion seven hundred fifty million dollars, not two billion dollars? I won’t let you trample on me after what happened that cursed night. You’ll see me live with this resolve.”

Eveline stood tensely right in front of the operating room. Her mother had been in the operating room for two hours. A little while ago, a nurse came out and told her that her mother’s surgery would likely be finished in three hours, which meant Eveline still had an hour to wait. Eveline couldn’t calm down because no other nurses or doctors had come out to say anything to her. So Eveline stood up, walked around, and sat down repeatedly. She tried very hard to calm herself down. Until the next second, Eveline sat back down on the bench and decided to turn her phone back on. She found several messages sent by Lily saying that she had received the permission letter, but another message said that Killian hadn’t received the permission letter she had sent. “What’s wrong with that man?!” Eveline muttered unhappily. Her forehead wrinkled as she read all the messages sent by Lily. From the text messages, Eveline could tell that Lily was very panicked because she hadn’t responded to any of the messages she had sent. Eveline sighed roughly. “Why is that man getting more annoying? Usually, any permission letter would be accepted. So why not mine?” Eveline decided to contact Lily. “Yes, hello, Eve? Why are you just calling me now? You don’t know what I’m going through here.” Lily’s voice on the phone sounded extremely exhausted. Eveline was sure Lily had received some harsh scolding from Killian at the office. “I’m sorry, Lily, I truly apologize. But I really don’t want to be bothered today. I already sent you the permission letter this morning, didn’t I? What else is there?” Eveline replied while gently massaging her forehead, which felt dizzy. She had already been thinking too much about her mother’s surgery, and now she had to deal with Killian again. “That man is crazy, Eve. This is the first time in my life, in my years of work, that I’ve had to deal with someone as crazy as him.” Lily sighed heavily. “What do you mean?” Eveline was confused. This was the first time she’d heard Lily call Killian “crazy.” “All day today, Mr. Killian has been ranting for no reason. He started by calling an impromptu meeting and criticizing nearly all the proposals that were already 80% complete. He thinks all the proposals are wrong and need to be redone, Eve! Ugh! I’m so frustrated! I even want to punch him in the face. How can we create new proposals in just two weeks? The companies waiting for our collaboration proposals will think we’re completely unprofessional! That man has no sense at all!” Lily explained passionately. She still sounded very angry even after explaining it. “He did all that? Really? Does that mean the proposals being worked on by the marketing team too?” Eveline immediately felt anxious. Thinking about the proposal she had been working on with the team. “Of course, silly. That man seems intent on torturing us all with that d*mn company proposal. Arrghh!! I can’t take it anymore. I just want to resign!” Lily complained. “This is terrible. The proposal the marketing team made was already almost ninety percent complete. How can we change all that?” “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Eve. Even all the staff are very upset about what Mr. Killian is demanding. We’ve even tried to persuade Mr. Killian through Caleb, his bodyguard. But Caleb, of course, will side with Mr. Killian. That man is too rigid to make Mr. Killian change his mind.” Eveline fell silent. She felt utterly exhausted. All the problems she was facing, starting with her mother’s surgery, the loan from Killian, spending a night with Killian, and now having to deal with Killian’s madness of wanting to change all the proposals already worked on by the staff were overwhelming. Eveline felt like scratching his face to snap him out of the madness he’d created. “What should I do, Eve? The proposal was already very difficult to work on from the start. How can we possibly change such a difficult proposal from the beginning again?” “I’m also confused, Lily. I’ll ask the head of the marketing department. After all, my role is only to assist in creating the existing proposals. And if he says to change them, then we’ll have to change all the proposals.” “I can’t do that. Even my team rebelled and decided to continue with the old proposal. That crazy man didn’t even read the proposal we all made. Okay. I’ll hang up now, otherwise that crazy man will leave the office and go even crazier on all of us. And yes, if you can come to the office tomorrow, it will make it easier for us all to discuss. Okay?” “Alright. Of course. I’ll be in tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” After that, the phone call ended. Eveline looked at her phone and found several messages sent by Killian. With a frustrated feeling, Eveline decided to open the messages and read them one by one. ‘Why didn’t you come in?’ ‘Why did you send a sick leave letter to Lily?’ ‘You said that what happened wouldn’t affect your professionalism as a company employee. Then why did you send the sick leave note?’ ‘Are you avoiding me?!’ Those were the only messages Killian had sent, and Eveline immediately realized that Killian’s outburst at the company today was because of her as well. After all, Eveline had previously promised that whatever happened that night wouldn’t interfere with her work at the office. But today was different. Very different, in fact. She had to wait and make sure her mother’s surgery went smoothly, and Eveline didn’t want to go to the office if her mind and feelings were unsettled because she wasn’t there to see her mother through the surgery. “But why? Why is Killian acting as if that night was so important to him? When I don’t even want to remember that night anymore. What is really going on in that man’s mind right now?” Eveline turned off her phone again and stared blankly at the operating room door, which was still tightly closed. Eveline sighed slowly and put her phone in her bag. “I also don’t want to explain what happened today to Killian. He thinks everyone is within his control. That selfish, shameless man. I have to be prepared to face him tomorrow.” Shortly after that, the operating room door opened, revealing her mother’s stretcher being slowly pushed by the nurses and medical staff. Eveline immediately stood up and approached Dr. Leo, who was walking beside her mother’s stretcher. “Dr. Leo, how did my mother’s surgery go? Is… is she okay now? She’ll be okay now, right?” Eveline asked nervously. Dr. Leo smiled reassuringly. “Of course, Eveline. Your mother will be fine now. The surgery we performed went smoothly and was successful. In the next two weeks, your mother’s condition will definitely improve and stabilize. So don’t worry about anything anymore. And you can rest and stop worrying about your mother’s condition now.” “Oh, thank God…” Eveline smiled widely as she continued to follow her mother’s bed being taken to another room after the surgery. “Thank you so much, Dr. Leo. Thank you…” Eveline murmured, glancing back at Dr. Leo who was still walking beside her. “You’re welcome, Eveline. It’s my duty as a doctor.” Now, Eveline’s mother was in a new and more comfortable room. Her mother, who was still unconscious after the surgery, was moved to the new bed, and Eveline waited patiently. The feelings of relief and happiness were overwhelming, and Eveline couldn’t hold back her tears. After everything was done, the nurses and staff quickly left the ward. “Alright, Eveline. I need to get back to work and prepare a report on your mother’s condition. She will regain consciousness in a few hours, so don’t worry. During that time, a nurse will come to check the IV and other matters.” Dr. Leo explained. Eveline nodded slightly. “Of course, Doctor. Thank you.” Dr. Leo smiled slightly, then left the hospital room. Eveline walked over to her mother’s bedside table and sat down on the chair there. Gently, Eveline held her mother’s warm hand. “Everything is okay now, Mom. We’ve made it through this difficult time together.”

Early in the morning, Eveline woke up and got ready to go to the office. Today, she was very prepared, in case she had to meet Killian face to face. Eveline didn’t care what would happen, because for her, work at the office was far more important than dealing with Killian. Eveline also felt much more at ease knowing she could leave her mother, who still had to stay in the hospital for about two more weeks, and of course, her mother would receive intensive care during that time. Eveline looked at her reflection in the bedroom mirror once more. “Alright, Eve, you can do this. Today you’ll go to the office, work as usual, and after work hours, you’ll return the remaining excess money Killian gave you that night. Yes, I’ll give that money back immediately after work hours.” Eveline walked toward her bed and checked the contents of her bag again. Starting with her phone, money, wallet, and various other items. After that, Eveline left her house and walked to the side of the road in front of her house to hail a taxi she had already booked there. Eveline got into the taxi and sent a short message to Lily. Are you already at the office? I’m still in the taxi, on my way to the office this morning. I hope I haven’t missed anything since yesterday, after the last information you gave me. Is that guy still acting crazy? It didn’t take long for the message Eveline had just sent to receive two blue checkmarks, and Lily was typing a reply. Oh well, you won’t believe it unless you see it yourself. For the first time, that guy came this early and started checking attendance. Ugh. I’ll never understand this guy, even though he’s my boss. Checking employee attendance? But why? It’s still too early to check attendance. He said he wanted to know who hadn’t come to the office this morning. And you know, it’s still forty minutes before the office attendance period ends. And of course, there are still many staff members who haven’t arrived, including other managers. Reading Lily’s message made Eveline fall silent. Her brows furrowed. “Is Killian checking employee attendance this early just to make sure I’ve arrived at the office or not? Oh my God, what am I thinking? That man might try to cause trouble with me when I’m at the office later.” Eveline spoke to herself. Eveline looked down again at her phone, which was still lit up with a new message just sent by Lily. He’d already checked the employee attendance several times since she arrived this morning. Can you believe that? For some reason, I feel like he’s been acting really strange since yesterday until today? Could he be taking some new medication? “Medication?” Eveline whispered unconsciously. A little surprised and confused. What medication? Does Mr. Killian take medication? Damn. Eveline seemed to be growing curious about Killian’s personal life. But she couldn’t help it. Oh damn, I shouldn’t have blurted that out. But since I trust you, I’ll tell you. Mr. Killian has been taking sleeping pills. He suffers from severe insomnia. As far as I know, sometimes, if he doesn’t want to be disturbed at the office, it’s because he’s trying to sleep by taking sleeping pills from his personal doctor. But considering the changes in his emotions since yesterday, I think it must have something to do with the sleeping pills he’s taking. “Sleeping pills? Insomnia? So, Killian has severe insomnia?” But that night, he slept soundly, and I didn’t see him take any medication at all.’ Eveline grew even more curious about the truth. However, she began to feel she didn’t want to get too involved in Killian’s affairs anymore. ‘Alright… hold on, I’m almost at the office. I’ll meet you there later.’ Eveline sent her last message to Lily when she realized she was already close to the office. Shortly after that, the taxi stopped, and Eveline quickly handed the driver the money before getting out of the taxi. With hurried steps, Eveline entered the office area and immediately clocked in using her fingerprint on the device attached to the office wall. She noticed several employees walking around with tired expressions on their faces in the morning, which only confirmed Eveline’s suspicion that Killian was the sole reason for their gloomy moods this morning. Eveline sighed heavily and continued walking. She approached Lily’s desk, which was busy with a laptop in front of it. “Hey,” Eveline greeted Lily when she was right in front of her desk. “Oh, hi, Eve… thank goodness you’re here. Go to your room immediately, or Mr. Killian will scold you later.” Lily stood up and looked anxious. “Why? I just arrived at the office, and I already clocked in. What’s going on?” “Because he’s behind you now. He’s staring sharply at both of us.” Eveline turned around immediately, and sure enough, there he was, standing behind her with his hands in his pants pockets and a sharp gaze in his eyes. Eveline felt just as anxious as Lily had before. Eveline gripped the strap of her bag tightly as she realized Killian was slowly walking toward her now. “I told you, didn’t I? From now on, employees who have signed in must immediately go to their respective rooms and start working. If they’re not in their rooms after signing in, I’ll make sure their attendance is canceled, and I won’t count it as present. Caleb will be responsible for ensuring that all of you are in your respective rooms after taking attendance and working in your rooms.” Killian muttered, as if issuing a warning that Eveline had not been aware of before. Especially since Killian had been staring intently at Eveline throughout the entire conversation. Eveline blinked quickly, slightly confused by the new rule Killian had just told her. ‘Why do I feel like Killian is saying this just to make me uncomfortable? Is he trying to look like the most powerful person here?’ Eveline thought to herself. “But why? Haven’t we all been working very well so far, even arriving on time and taking overtime? Then why this rule? What about the work that requires us to go to other departments? And Caleb doesn’t see all that, considering there are hundreds of employees in this company. Are we supposed to work under pressure while doing such a good job?” Eveline said, meeting Killian’s gaze. This time, Eveline was determined not to appear intimidated or afraid when facing Killian directly. Eveline was determined, so why should she be afraid to speak the truth? “Eveline, what are you saying? You could get into trouble if you challenge Mr. Killian now. Have you lost your mind?” Lily whispered anxiously behind Eveline. Especially since Lily was starting to feel very intimidated by the sudden tension between Killian and Eveline. Lily looked back and forth between Eveline and Killian several times, and she noticed the change in Killian’s expression after hearing what Eveline had just said. “Wow, Miss Eveline… you’re right. I didn’t think of that before. And yes, Caleb can’t see everything, hundreds of employees in this company alone. You’re also right about that.” Killian nodded his head. Eveline suddenly felt very strange about Killian’s attitude now. Eveline felt uncomfortable. Not to mention the confused, surprised, and anxious glances from all the staff members looking at her and Killian now. Eveline thought that all the staff might think she was causing new problems for everyone. Eveline immediately felt guilty for saying all that in front of everyone earlier. “But I was just trying to establish new rules that everyone could accept, and I see that all the staff in this company are starting to accept the changes to the rules. And you should too, Miss Eveline. Instead of not coming to the office and sending a late permission slip.” Killian replied, ending with a smirk on his lips. Eveline fell silent. ‘That’s true. Killian did all this on purpose, just because I was late sending the leave request letter yesterday. His ego must be hurt. All men would feel that way, if the person they slept with left without looking back, right? That’s what Killian is feeling right now. Eveline was speechless, she didn’t know what to say. And it seemed that Killian was quite pleased with Eveline’s reaction to what he had just said. Killian held back his smile, flashing a smirk. “If you have time, I want to talk to you in my office now.” After saying that, Killian immediately walked away, leaving Eveline, Lily, and the staff standing there. Lily immediately pulled Eveline’s arm, causing her to face Lily again. “You’re in great danger, Eveline. What if, in his office, Mr. Killian ends up scolding you and firing you? What will you do if that happens, huh?!” “Well… if that happens, then so be it. I’ll find a new job at another company. If possible, I’ll find a job at a rival company and seek revenge. What do you think?” Eveline smiled broadly, as if it were all just a joke. Lily, feeling exasperated, gently tapped Eveline’s forehead. “Have you lost your mind? That will only cause more problems, Eveline…” Eveline chuckled softly and tried to calm herself down. “It’s okay, don’t worry about anything. I’ll meet that crazy man in his office.” Without waiting for an answer, Eveline walked away, leaving Lily speechless and the staff who had started to resume their work. Eveline entered an elevator and waited for it to take her to the floor where Killian’s office was located. It didn’t take long for Eveline to reach Killian’s floor, and she immediately exited the elevator and headed toward Killian’s office. Knock Knock Eveline gently knocked on Killian’s office door and immediately entered. But who would have thought that Killian was already waiting for her right behind the door. Killian immediately grabbed both of Eveline’s shoulders and pushed her against the wall. Eveline winced from the force of Killian pushing her against the wall. Eveline’s hands gripped Killian’s arms, struggling to free herself from his grasp. “Let me go,” Eveline muttered in a threatening tone. Killian looked at Eveline with an expression that was hard for her to decipher. Not to mention that Eveline was on high alert about what Killian might do next. Killian brought his face close to Eveline’s, closing his eyes for a moment. As if Killian was about to kiss Eveline, and Eveline held her breath, her eyes wide open. She didn’t understand what was happening with Killian. Eveline’s heartbeat quickened, and she kept trying to push Killian away, though to no avail, she couldn’t do it easily. “You know, Eve, I can’t do it… you already drive me crazy…”

Plak “How dare you be so disrespectful to me,” Eveline muttered angrily. She had just managed to free her hands from Killian’s grip and immediately slapped him hard across the face. Eveline regulated her ragged breathing, feeling both angry and afraid. Meanwhile, Killian stood silent, his face still turned sideways, as if he was beginning to realize what he had just done to Eveline. Killian even took a step back because of the slap Eveline had given him. They hadn’t actually kissed, but with their faces so close together like that, Eveline couldn’t help but recall the night she had spent with Killian that day. “You must think that you can treat me however you want just because we spent one night together, right? But you’ve forgotten one thing, Mr. Killian… I’m still your employee at this company. And the way you just treated me was within the company premises. Have you forgotten the conditions I set that day?!” Killian was startled and immediately turned his head, looking directly at Eveline, who was already tearful. And yes, of course, Killian still remembered the condition Eveline had given him, right before they spent the night together that day. “My condition was that this matter would remain between us. After that night ended, we would never discuss it again. This issue would not affect my work at this company.” “Just for one night. After that, there would be no second night or any other night. This matter will end that very night.” “I haven’t forgotten.” Killian finally said after a long silence. His expression grew blank, and he realized there was something aching inside him at that moment, though he had no idea what it was. “Then what did you just do? Why… why did you get so close to me? This doesn’t align with the conditions I set that day.” Eveline roughly wiped her eyelids, preventing the tears that had gathered there from falling. Her body trembled, recalling how close their faces had been earlier. “I’ve told you, Eve, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and I don’t know how to explain it.” Killian replied briefly, clenching his fists tightly. He felt defeated for the first time, seeing Eveline’s reaction now. “I don’t want to hear your nonsense anymore, Mr. Killian. What you need to know now is not to take out your odd feelings on the employees. They work very hard, from morning to night, and you never even appreciate their work. I don’t know what’s going on in your mind about the power you have now, making all the employees have to redo their proposals in such a short time. Are you insane, Mr. Killian?” “It’s all because you avoided me yesterday!” Killian shouted. He immediately took a few steps forward and approached Eveline again. “You yourself said that what happened that night wouldn’t affect the relationship between boss and employee between us. Or even disrupt your work at the office. Then why didn’t you come in yesterday and seemed to avoid me?” Killian sighed heavily. “If only you had come to the office yesterday and not avoided me, I wouldn’t have acted like I’d lost my mind in front of everyone. Though I admit you’ve taken my sanity, Eveline.” Eveline tilted her head back and furrowed her brow deeply. “What’s wrong with taking a day off yesterday?! Just because we spent one night together before, and you think I’d want to see the person who put me in a difficult situation again, with no other choice that day?!” Eveline turned around and shouted back at Killian. Fortunately, Killian’s office was soundproof, so what they were discussing right now wouldn’t be heard outside. Hearing Eveline’s words, Killian immediately moved his body away from Eveline once again. This time, Killian felt as though he had been slapped by Eveline’s words. “Because you made me feel like the night we spent together was just a business deal. You left right away, without saying anything, or even looking back.” Killian’s words immediately made Eveline realize that on the night she left, Killian hadn’t fallen asleep and knew she was leaving. “That’s true. Didn’t that night happen because of the agreement? We spent the night together, and you gave me money. As you said, right? Spend the night with you, and you’ll give me that loan. And I did it, Mr. Killian. Exactly as you asked.” “But I was the first man for you! I was the one! You were still a virgin that night, and I was the first man to be with you! Don’t you feel something special about that night?! Don’t you feel even a little of the anxiety I’ve felt all this time, right in front of you?!” Killian shouted again, grabbing Eveline’s shoulders and holding them gently. Killian’s face immediately changed, revealing the anxiety he had felt since that night. Eveline didn’t expect Killian to look so different after what had happened between them that night. But she told herself that Killian’s ego was high, and it would be better if she used this to provoke a man like Killian, so she could free herself from him forever. “Then why, Mr. Killian?” Eveline murmured, mustering the courage to look at Killian with a hint of boldness in her eyes. Killian’s face went pale. He immediately released his grip on Eveline’s shoulders. His breath felt constricted, as if he were once again facing rejection of the anxiety and strange feelings he felt for Eveline at that moment. “Yes, you were my first man. You were the first to take something I’ve been guarding all this time. At first, I thought it would be a shame that I couldn’t do all that with the person I loved, and I felt it was right someday. But after that night ended, it felt ordinary. I didn’t feel any anxiety. Not at all. There was nothing special about it, even though you were the first man for me that night. And the next morning, I did feel like something was missing from me, and it felt like a slap in the face. But I don’t feel that way anymore. Everything that happened that night, between the two of us, means nothing to me.” “You don’t mean it, do you, Eveline?” Killian felt even more pain. “I mean it, Mr. Killian. I do.” Eveline nodded firmly. Now, both of them were silent, as if processing everything they had just discussed together. Eveline took a slow breath, then reached into her bag and pulled out a fairly large brown envelope containing money. Eveline immediately handed the envelope to Killian in silence. Killian glanced at the envelope with a hint of confusion. “This is the remaining money you gave me that night. I already told you that I only needed a loan of one billion seven hundred fifty million dollars, not two billion dollars. So I have to return the two hundred fifty million dollars that belongs to you.” Eveline explained, immediately taking Killian’s hand to hand him the envelope of money she was holding. The envelope was already in Killian’s hand, and his face hardened. “And I sincerely hope that you can start to become wiser in controlling your emotions, Mr. Killian. If not, it won’t just be others who suffer the consequences of your attitude, but yourself as well.” Eveline paused for a moment. “I’m not lecturing you, because after all, you are the boss of this company. And remember, there is a boundary between us that cannot be crossed in any way.” Eveline turned around and prepared to leave Killian’s office, but in the next moment she stopped and glanced back at Killian, who was still standing there in silence, as if pondering everything Eveline had just said to him. “And please, remember the conditions I’ve set, Mr. Killian…” This time, Eveline softened her voice slightly, causing Killian to lift his head and meet Eveline’s gaze. “Never bring up the statements or events from that night again. Because according to the conditions I’ve set, once that night ended, our business ended there as well. And you don’t need to worry; I will definitely repay the money you lent me that night. One billion seven hundred fifty million dollars. I will return it to you soon.” Eveline shook her head with a subtle movement. Meanwhile, Killian’s breathing quickened, and he seemed to be trying to hold back all the emotions he was feeling. “And during that time, I beg you, please act as you did before we made that agreement.”

Eveline slumped into her chair at her desk and sighed. Her hands quickly turned on her laptop, opened the files, and reviewed the tasks she needed to complete today. Regardless, she had to stay focused on her work, despite what had happened between her and Killian in the room earlier. Eveline didn’t want that to become an obstacle to her focus at work. Quickly, she began typing the continuation of the proposal her team was working on. “Hey, have you guys heard yet?” The voice suddenly made Eveline’s hands stop typing on the laptop. She glanced briefly at the three other marketing team members who were talking right in front of her. “Mr. Killian said that the proposal we’ve been working on can be revised. And Mr. Killian will review everything again once everything is finished.” “Oh, really? Mr. Killian decided that?! Thank goodness!” “That means we don’t have to redo all our hard work!” “That’s right. We’re almost done. So, when the meeting takes place, our team will be fully prepared. Right, Eveline?” Eveline immediately stood up, slightly surprised that she had been included in their conversation. “Of course. After all, we’ve worked very hard on the proposal, and it’s quite good. Our proposal should meet the requirements, as per Mr. Killian’s wishes.” Eveline agreed with them. “Oh, I’m so happy. That means we don’t have to work overtime to create a new proposal.” “Then, let’s continue with our proposal. And yes, this information has definitely been shared evenly among the managers, so Mr. Jose will be happy.” “That’s right, that poor middle-aged man had to stay up late working on a new proposal.” “Eve, are you working on our proposal too? Your part?” Eveline nodded and smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m working on my part of the proposal. If you can finish your parts soon, we can complete our proposal today. At least Mr. Jose won’t be overwhelmed like before.” “Ah, right, let’s get back to work.” After that, the three women immediately returned to their desks and resumed working on their respective sections of the proposal. Eveline also sat back down in her chair and decided to check her phone. Sure enough, there was a short message sent by Lily to the company group, a follow-up message sent by Killian. ‘Could Killian have actually listened to what I suggested earlier?’ Eveline thought to herself as she continued reading the message in the company group. ‘Thank goodness if Killian is willing to listen to what I said earlier. At least, we all don’t have to work too hard to create a new proposal. Now, we all just need to focus on the proposal and finish it quickly.” Eveline smiled slightly, feeling relieved by the small miracle that had occurred today at the company. Eveline placed her phone beside her laptop and returned to work. Unbeknownst to Eveline, Killian was peeking through the wall of the marketing staff room and gave her a faint smile. Killian had just entered the room to look at Eveline, who didn’t even notice he was there. He watched her silently. Then, without saying a word, Killian left, exiting the company to meet with the other CEOs who would be collaborating with his company. In the car, Killian couldn’t stop smiling as he recalled the relieved smile on Eveline’s face earlier. He felt something was increasingly odd about himself as he remembered Eveline’s smile. “Oh my God, what’s happening to me? Can’t I stop these strange feelings I keep having toward Eveline? It feels so strange, and I’m confused by it.” Killian’s mind spoke anxiously. He remembered that for the past five years, he had truly limited himself when it came to women. But now, he was trapped by the strange feelings he felt when he was with Eveline. Could it be because he was the first man to take Eveline’s virginity that night? “Sir, are you okay?” Caleb, who was driving the car, asked. How could he not? He began to feel strange about Killian’s behavior, who often smiled when he was in the car, just like he was doing now. Caleb quietly felt worried, fearing that Killian might be experiencing some kind of disturbance. Not to mention, Caleb remembered when Killian was driving alone. Now he began to worry that there might be a possibility of Killian getting into an accident, causing him to suffer a concussion. “Hm? No. I’m fine. Why? Do I look like I’m not okay?” Killian shook his head slowly, furrowing his brow deeply. “I’m sorry, sir, but right now you look… a little strange.” “Strange? What’s strange about me?” Caleb scratched the back of his neck slowly, grimacing slightly. “You’ve been smiling a lot more lately. You didn’t have an accident, did you?” The smile on Killian’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression. “I didn’t have an accident, Caleb. I’m just… smiling a bit more.” Killian tried to look casual. “No, sir. You’ve been smiling a lot more lately. So I was wondering if maybe you had an accident and are suffering from a concussion. Are you really okay?” Caleb continued to bombard Killian with his spontaneous remarks. This time, he no longer felt awkward, remembering that Killian was only a year younger than him. “No, Caleb. I’m fine. Okay?” Killian cleared his throat and loosened his collar. He was flustered. Including trying not to show too obviously the changes in himself since spending the night with Eveline. “I just want to appear more friendly for the next meeting. That’s all.” Caleb fell silent, glancing briefly at Killian, who was furrowing his brow. He dared not respond or contradict Killian’s words. After all, it would be dangerous to disrupt the mood of this cold, rigid man now. ‘But at least, if Killian is starting to relax, that’s actually better. Then everyone won’t think I’m as scary and stiff as Killian. Since he’s my boss, everyone assumes we’re exactly the same. But we’re two completely different people. I hope this stiff guy really changes.’ Caleb thought to himself. Soon, the car stopped at a luxurious restaurant, and Killian immediately got out of the car and entered the restaurant. After mentioning the reservation number, a waiter escorted Killian to the reserved table that had been prepared for the meeting. Killian saw Cole, the person who would be collaborating with his company, already sitting at the table, enjoying a cup of hot coffee. “Sorry I’m a bit late,” Killian greeted him, extending his hand, and they shook hands. “No problem, I just arrived too,” Cole replied politely. Killian sat down and ordered a drink from the waiter who had escorted him earlier. Soon, Killian and Cole began discussing the cooperation agreement that would be established between their companies. Killian and Cole both explained the benefits of the partnership, with minimal losses they would incur. Of course, this would be highly advantageous for both of them. “In that case, I’ll come tomorrow to sign the partnership agreement.” Cole smiled slightly, occasionally glancing at his phone. “Of course, I’ll prepare the cooperation agreement right away. By the way, if you still have things to do, you can go ahead, because I see you’re waiting for a message from someone.” Killian was quite observant of his surroundings, but not of himself. “Oh, I’m waiting for a message from my girlfriend. Last night I proposed to her, and she accepted. Then today, I got this great cooperation agreement with your amazing company.” “Wow, congratulations… so you’re getting married soon.” “Thanks, man. Of course.” Cole chuckled with a very happy expression. “Can I ask you something?” Killian asked softly, a bit anxious. Cole nodded and waited. “How do you know that a woman can change someone’s mood? Lately, I’ve been feeling anxious about women. Women are like a mystery, and she’s been bothering my feelings. But I don’t know if women can change a man’s mood and attitude that much?” “Of course, man. You’ll know all that once you find the right person for you. You’ll know the moment when you’ll understand the word ‘love,’ even without realizing it yourself. I felt that anxiety when I first met my girlfriend, so ask yourself, is she the one for you?”

“Eveline, can you compile and print all the pages of our proposal? We have sent all the sections we worked on to your email.” “Sure. I’ll compile everything and print it later when I’m done. If you want to go home first, go ahead. I’ll be here a little longer…” Eveline smiled warmly. It had become a habit for her to handle the necessary paperwork at the last minute. Such as organizing the sections, printing them, and binding the documents if needed. “Alright, thank you very much. See you tomorrow, Eve.” Eveline simply nodded briefly, responding to her three friends as they walked out of the marketing staff room. Eveline sighed, then glanced at the mushroom-shaped clock on her desk. It was already six o’clock in the evening. Work hours had ended about half an hour ago. But Eveline decided to work a little overtime today. Considering that the proposal for the marketing staff just needed to be neatly organized and printed. After that, they could submit the proposal to Killian during the meeting so he could read it and provide feedback later. Eveline refocused on her laptop, which was compiling all the sections of the proposal she and her marketing staff colleagues had worked on. Once finished, she double-checked to ensure no sections were incorrect or missing. “The proposal is complete tonight. I’ll print it out right away and save the proposal file on Mr. Jose’s desk. After that, I’ll go home to rest.” Eveline muttered as she stood up and carried her laptop to the print room next to the marketing staff room. Quickly, Eveline turned on the printer and connected the cable to her laptop. Once the printer was on, Eveline immediately printed the proposal pages while standing near the large printer. While waiting for all the proposal pages to print, Eveline reached into her pants pocket for her phone and played with it. She also sent a short message to Dr. Leo. Sorry, Dr. Leo, it seems I can’t come to the hospital today and need to take care of my mother. Because I have to work overtime at the office. Thank you… After sending the message, Eveline switched to opening her social media app. Just to pass the time while waiting for all the pages in the proposal to finish printing. There were quite a few pages, so Eveline had to be patient. Several times, Eveline checked her chat app again, hoping the message she sent had been read by Dr. Leo. But it hadn’t been. Maybe he was busy. Eveline thought to herself. On the other hand, Killian was secretly watching Eveline there. He had just returned after discussing a collaboration with Cole at the restaurant earlier. And when he returned to the office, he only found Eveline, who hadn’t left the office yet, and ended her absence from work. Killian really wanted to approach Eveline, but he had to hold back, so that what had happened earlier in his office that morning wouldn’t repeat itself. After all, he needed to figure out what was really going on with himself right now, didn’t he? As long as he couldn’t get a definite answer, it would be very difficult for him to face Eveline. Killian took a slow breath. He felt a bit annoyed with himself for always losing control whenever he looked at or even got close to Eveline. So, with slow steps, Killian decided to walk back to his own office to collect his belongings and go home. Though he was still very curious about Eveline, Killian was self-aware enough to avoid showing too much of himself to her now. Meanwhile, Eveline smiled in relief when the last page of the proposal was finally printed. Carefully, Eveline arranged the papers and organized them neatly. She brought her laptop back into the marketing staff room, placed the stack of proposal papers on Mr. Jose’s desk, took a photo of it, and didn’t forget to send the photo to the marketing staff group as proof that she had completed the task properly. Eveline returned to her desk, shut down her laptop, and packed all her belongings into her bag, ready to go home. She walked straight to the elevator to head down to the first floor of the company building. Ting The elevator doors opened, and Eveline suppressed her surprise when she realized that Killian and Caleb were also in the elevator. Eveline fell silent, as did Killian, who wore a blank expression on his face, even though he was also surprised. Killian hid it quite well. “Good afternoon, Miss Eveline. Are you just getting home?” He asked very formally. “Um, yes… Mr. Killian. I was just about to go home. Oh, I’ll take another elevator.” Eveline replied hurriedly and walked to the other side of the elevator. But who would have thought that Killian would follow her into the new elevator she was about to take. “What are you doing?” Killian shook his head, without taking his eyes off the front. “Nothing. I’m just taking the elevator.” He replied, then pressed the elevator button to close the doors and slowly descend to the first floor of the company. “But you already took the other elevator with Caleb.” Eveline protested. She felt extremely uncomfortable having Killian in the same elevator with her. Plus, for some reason, she felt like the elevator was moving very slowly. “It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you, as an employee, got home safely.” Killian turned to look at Eveline, who was glaring at him, then smiled crookedly. Oh, this was the moment he had been waiting for. This time, he didn’t want his ego to hold him back. “Oh, you don’t need to bother with that, Mr. Killian. I’ll be fine.” Eveline replied, holding back her irritation. She shifted her gaze forward, hoping Killian would stop staring at her so intensely. “Are you going to keep addressing me so formally, Eve? This is outside of work hours.” Killian’s brow furrowed slightly. “Yes, of course. Besides, we’re still on company property. So… there’s no reason for me not to speak formally to you.” Killian sighed slowly. He was almost at a loss for words to speak to Eveline now. And again, he felt he couldn’t keep discussing what had happened that night with Eveline. If not, he feared Eveline would drift further away from him. But he couldn’t help but keep bringing up that night’s events whenever he was so close to Eveline. “Do you really think everything that happened that night was nothing?” Killian didn’t care if he’d get Eveline’s outburst now. “Oh, my goodness, Mr. Killian.” Eveline felt embarrassed instantly. She looked back at Killian, who was still staring at her. “I’ve told you repeatedly. I don’t want to think about what we did that night anymore. And yes, everything we did that night no longer matters. It’s just another night in my life. It’s nothing special.” Eveline folded her arms across her chest. She felt very annoyed with Killian, who kept bringing up that night. Eveline looked back at Killian, who was silent, as if waiting for her to say something else. “Can’t you just forget what happened that night? Can’t you stop talking about what we did that night?” Eveline shook her head, then looked away again. “We both know that night was just a business agreement. And yes, we both set our own conditions. I fulfilled the conditions you asked for, but you still haven’t fulfilled the conditions I asked for. Is it so hard to stop talking about what happened that night every time we meet?” Killian, who had been silent until then, watching Eveline speak, suddenly moved quickly, pinning Eveline’s body against the elevator wall with both hands. Eveline’s eyes widened in surprise. “You even look so cute when you’re talking like that.” Killian murmured. He seemed mesmerized. “Let me go.” Eveline pushed Killian’s body away with both her palms, right in front of his broad chest. For some reason, she felt hot. Maybe because the elevator was still moving very slowly to reach the first floor. “You asked why I can’t stop talking about what we did that night, didn’t you? I think I want to answer that honestly now.” Killian gently stroked the side of Eveline’s face. His eyes couldn’t stop staring directly into Eveline’s eyes. As if their eyes were already connected to each other. “I am indeed the first man for you, but do you know who you are for me? You are my first woman, Eve. You are the first woman for me.” “You lied.” Eveline whispered. The shock she had felt earlier grew even stronger. “I’m not lying.” Killian shook his head. “You really were my first woman. Not only did you lose your virginity, I also lost mine that night. And I think I have the right to talk about it with you whenever I want.” Eveline found it hard to believe that a man as successful, established, handsome, and famous as Killian had never done such things with women. Recalling the various rumors about Killian’s closeness with women outside, it only made Eveline think he was lying. “You can’t lie to me, Killian. Don’t act like you’re the victim here. We both know what happened that night was just a partnership, nothing more. And all those rumors about you and the women. I’m not sure what you just said is the truth.” “I’m being completely honest, Eveline.” Killian nodded firmly. “You were the first woman I slept with. You took a part of me with you that night.” “So, what do you want me to do now? I don’t want to play along in your game, Killian. I’ve reached my limit, holding back all the frustration I’ve felt toward you up until now. And stay away from me after that.” Eveline pressed her palms harder against Killian’s chest, trying to make him move away from her. Though she knew the outcome would be the same. Killian didn’t move or shift an inch. “I can’t. I won’t be able to stay away from you, Eveline. And I never will.” “Why? Why are you doing all this? During the time I’ve worked at this company, you didn’t even know there was an employee named Eveline Mason in this office. Then why, after that night, did you act as if we’d known each other for years? When none of that ever happened at all.” “I’ve already told you.” Killian stopped stroking Eveline’s face and moved his face closer to hers, until their foreheads were almost touching. “You make me feel something very different. Something that drives me crazy. You drive me crazy. I’ve told you before. You make me feel so strange, Eveline. And I know, what we did that night, it felt like it made me lose my mind. I know.” Eveline closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. It felt suffocating to be so close to Killian now. She was reminded of what happened that night. But Eveline tried to push those thoughts away. She had to focus now. “Then what do you want now? Why me? Why am I the one who makes you go crazy? Why do you feel weird about what happened that night, when I’m trying so hard to forget everything we did then?” “I don’t know. I haven’t found the best answer to your question.” Soon, they both fell silent. Eveline seemed to be struggling with her own thoughts now. She wouldn’t give in. Of course not. All the man’s words felt like utter nonsense to her. And it was also possible that Killian was like all the other women. Men were always challenged when faced with women who clearly rejected them. It came back to the term “male ego,” which was always very high when dealing with women. Meanwhile, Killian kept looking at Eveline and realized that she was daydreaming at that moment. Killian couldn’t hold back and moved closer to her. Slowly, his right hand reached for the back of her neck, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips gently. Eveline was startled and snapped out of her daydream. Killian’s kiss felt very gentle, and for some reason, Eveline, who had been trying to resist, now closed her eyes and slowly returned Killian’s kiss. As if enjoying the tenderness of their kiss, her hands, which had been holding Killian back, now tightly gripped the shirt he was wearing. Meanwhile, Killian began to smile slightly behind their kiss. He felt very happy when Eveline finally returned his kiss, and he closed his eyes as well. The gentle kiss gradually turned into an intense one. Killian broke the kiss and moved to Eveline’s neck, giving her small kisses there. Eveline remained with her eyes closed and bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her own voice now. Killian quickly returned to kissing Eveline’s lips and pressed their bodies together. Ting The elevator doors opened, and Eveline suddenly realized what was happening. She opened her eyes and pushed Killian’s body away forcefully, breaking their kiss. Their breaths echoed each other. Killian looked at Eveline with a furrowed brow, unwilling to let their kiss end so abruptly. Eveline felt completely disoriented, and with her face still flushed, she immediately ran out of the elevator and away from the company building, leaving Killian still standing inside the elevator. After a few moments, Killian came to his senses and slowly walked out of the elevator. “Let’s go home, Caleb,” he said upon finding Caleb waiting at the building’s exit. “Of course, sir,” Caleb replied as he ran toward their car parked in front of the building. Caleb hurriedly opened the car door, letting Killian get in first before running around to sit behind the wheel. He drove the car at a moderate speed. Inside the car, Killian remained silent, his right hand’s fingers touching his lips. Killian smiled silently without realizing it. He still vividly remembered the feel of Eveline’s lips on his own. And he was certain that he was deeply infatuated with Eveline. As if Eveline were the addiction he had been seeking all along. Eveline was the person he had been searching for. The addiction he longed for. Caleb quietly watched Killian through the rearview mirror inside the car. Now, Caleb’s mind recalled everything that had happened to Killian lately. Like how Killian had been smiling to himself more often while daydreaming. Now all the pieces in his mind felt like they were coming together, and Caleb smiled faintly to himself. “Oh, so all the strange changes in Killian were because of Eveline? Is this stiff, cold man finally falling in love? Goodness… he looks so childish with that silly smile. It’s truly unexpected that someone as stiff and cold as Killian could end up falling in love like this. And not to mention the reactions he’d previously shown to others without realizing it. Hahaha. I really want to say all of that. But I still care about my job.’ Caleb thought to himself, laughing at Killian right now. How could he not? Because during the time Caleb worked with Killian, he had never once seen Killian act like that. And he was happy about what was happening in Killian’s life. Because Killian had finally fallen in love, and it seemed like he was struggling to get something he had never gotten before.

“Caleb, I want you to investigate someone.” “Of course, sir.” Caleb nodded quickly. “I want you to investigate everything about Eveline Mason. The marketing staff.” “Yes, sir. I will immediately investigate Miss Eveline, and when I’m done, I will report back to you.” Killian nodded slightly, without taking his eyes off the lit laptop screen. “Excuse me, sir.” Caleb quickly walked away, leaving Killian there. After Caleb left his office in the mansion, Killian sighed deeply, feeling exhausted. He recalled the recklessness he had committed before agreeing to Eveline’s loan request at the time. Yes, he didn’t even know why or what Eveline needed that much money for, and had immediately agreed to spend a night with her. Moreover, Killian had never known anything about Eveline’s background, so he had sacrificed himself. “If I think about it again, you are indeed a mystery that is very difficult for me to avoid, Eve. You bring something different, and it has a profound effect on me. You’re like playing a game, and I’m trapped in that game without even realizing it. Is it possible that I can win this game that God is playing?” Killian leaned back in his chair and no longer focused on the laptop screen in front of him. He still had a lot of work to finish tonight. But for some reason, his mind was still filled with thoughts of Eveline, and he couldn’t hold it all in. Killian pinched the bridge of his nose to ease the sudden dizziness. “It feels so strange and exhausting to keep thinking about you, Eveline. Thinking about you alone feels like an addiction to me.” Killian chuckled softly as he said that. And he wasn’t lying at all. Killian was fully aware that Eveline had become an addiction for him now. He even recalled how that unexpected kiss had happened, and he smiled widely again. But in the next moment, the smile that had just appeared on Killian’s face vanished, replaced by a sad expression. “But what if Caleb’s investigation results end up breaking my heart? What if you turn out to be just like the other women? What will I do if all my previous assumptions turn out to be true, Eve?” Killian was reminded of his childhood, when his father was caught having an affair with a woman much younger than himself. The mistress was even pregnant with his father’s child. Killian remembered the woman’s face clearly, the one who had stolen all the happiness from his childhood and he would never forget her. He recalled how she smiled when she saw him and his mother crying as his father left to live with his mistress, abandoning them both. Killian also clearly remembers the insults his father constantly hurled at him and his mother when they found out that the middle-aged man was having an affair with a woman much younger than himself. Additionally, his father’s mistress was bold enough to come to their house and insult his mother, saying that an old woman like his mother would never compare to a young woman like herself. Years later, Killian, who had been living alone with his mother, had come to understand the harshness of life. He worked tirelessly from childhood into adulthood, which shaped his attitude and personality to this day. After all his hard work, Killian eventually became a highly successful, renowned, and extremely wealthy businessman. But that was when his father’s mistress came to his house with his ailing father. The woman said she no longer wanted to take care of a man who couldn’t provide her with money. At that moment, his father was forced back into Killian’s house. Of course, Killian refused to accept his father and drove him away. His mother, who had long harbored a grudge, no longer wanted to know about her husband. Just two years after their last meeting, his father’s body was found lying under a bridge, and Killian didn’t even want to handle his father’s funeral. Killian was repaying all the pain he had felt before. Unfortunately, three years later, his mother also died from a severe illness, leaving Killian without any support in life, and his life became very cold. “But now it feels so different. Every time I remember all those bitter moments, I always drown them in alcohol. And now I don’t. I haven’t even touched alcohol since I returned to the mansion a few hours ago. You’ve really made a huge difference in my life, Eve. How can you do all those things so easily for me? Even when you’re not here, I can still smell your scent, and it’s so soothing.” Killian smiled faintly and rubbed his face with both palms. Killian cleared his throat and tried to refocus on the work he had briefly put aside. Killian refocused on his work and hoped for something good to happen tomorrow. *** Eveline lay still on her bed, lying on her back. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling of her room. She had been lying there for nearly hours, doing nothing in her room. Eveline kept thinking about what had happened earlier in the elevator with Killian. Eveline, of course, remembered exactly how the kiss had happened and how the taste of it still lingered on her lips. It felt so strange to her. Eveline could hardly believe that when the kiss happened, she hadn’t immediately slapped Killian’s face but had instead enjoyed it. And it was so embarrassing. Eveline felt incredibly ashamed of what she had done in the elevator earlier. Though, fundamentally, Killian was the one who initiated the kiss. Still, she had also participated in returning Killian’s kiss, and it had almost ended in a makeout session there. Something truly embarrassing. “Why didn’t I immediately slap that crazy man’s face hard just now? And why did I actually enjoy the kiss he gave me? What’s really going on?” Eveline couldn’t even find the right answer to her own question now. She turned her body over and shifted into a prone position on the bed. She propped her head up with a pillow and fell silent again. “I can’t feel that. Eveline… you should remember that that man, Killian, is still your boss. The person who holds the power over the job you have at the office right now. And unfortunately, I acted embarrassingly. How could Killian and I almost make out in the office elevator? And after what happened that night, why is it like this?” Eveline ruffled her hair, then sat up suddenly on the bed. Her breath was labored, and she couldn’t deny that she truly enjoyed the gentle kiss Killian had given her earlier. Eveline raised her right hand and touched her lips and neck, exactly where Killian had kissed her in the elevator. Eveline remembered the feeling of that kiss clearly, and now she felt extremely embarrassed. “Oh my gosh, I don’t know what I’ll do if I see Killian tomorrow. I have to avoid him. If not, everyone will realize that something is happening between us. And truly, I really don’t want that to happen. I have to prevent any possibility from happening.” Ting Quickly, Eveline took her phone and checked the message that had just come in. It was a reply from Dr. Leo. Eveline immediately opened the message and read it. Regardless, every message sent by Dr. Leo always made Eveline feel very worried about the current condition of her mother. Considering that her mother had just undergone surgery and was in the post-operative period. For the next two weeks, her mother’s condition would be closely monitored before it could be confirmed whether she had improved significantly or if her condition had worsened. Hey, Eveline, I just wanted to let you know that your mother’s condition has improved significantly. This is very good progress. Considering that your mother has just had surgery, I think she can be moved to another inpatient room. After that, we will re-evaluate her condition. If she improves significantly within the next two weeks, there is a possibility that she can go home soon. Eveline smiled with relief when she read the message sent by Dr. Leo. Eveline quickly typed a reply, even though her eyes were starting to tear up because she was so moved. She couldn’t explain how relieved and happy she was to hear the news. Thank you so much, Doctor. I’m very grateful for the message you sent. I’ll come to the hospital tomorrow and bring something for you as a token of my gratitude. And yes, I’ll take care of the paperwork for my mother’s new room right away. Thank you again. I’m so happy with this good news.

“We have a meeting this afternoon, but Mr. Jose is on sick leave. So who will represent the marketing staff at the meeting?” “But doesn’t Mr. Jose usually participate via video call?” “I don’t think so this time. I heard that his fever is so bad that he had to be hospitalized.” Eveline overheard the conversation as she walked into the room. She had just arrived at the office and was heading straight to her desk. “What are you guys talking about?” Eveline asked as she approached them. “You haven’t seen the information in the group chat yet, have you?” Eveline shook her head slowly. “No. I haven’t checked it yet. What’s going on?” “Lily just sent a follow-up message from Mr. Killian saying that there will be a meeting after lunch today. It might be about the proposal that’s already been completed. But Mr. Jose isn’t coming in today; he’s sick.” “Then who will replace Mr. Jose at the meeting this afternoon?” Eveline asked, furrowing her brow slightly. “What if you do it, Eve?” “Me?” Eveline widened her eyes, pointing at herself. “Yes, Eve. Only you can speak frankly to Mr. Killian, like you did the other day.” They nodded in unison, then looked at Eveline with pleading eyes. “Anyway, you’re the one who worked the most on our proposal. So it seems like you understand the contents of the proposal better than the three of us.” “Please, Eve… if not, Mr. Killian will go crazy again like last time.” “Ugh… that’s right, Eve… if Mr. Killian goes crazy again and asks us all to revise the proposal, what then? I don’t want to work overtime again!” Hearing all that, Eveline fell silent, pondering the matter. Of course, she didn’t want to meet Killian again in person at the office today. In fact, Eveline tried her best to avoid Killian there. But what about the work she had done today, and the meeting scheduled for later that afternoon? Eveline wasn’t that crazy to abandon her work, especially since the funds needed for her mother’s hospital expenses were still pending. And besides, what the three women said was also true. Eveline had indeed been the one doing most of the work on the proposal from the very beginning, even until it was completed. Nearly eighty percent of the work had been done by Eveline to make the proposal worthy of approval by Killian in the upcoming meeting. Eveline sighed deeply. “Alright then. I’ll represent Mr. Jose at the meeting.” Eveline’s response immediately made the three women smile broadly. “Thank you so much, Eve. You’re always reliable…” they said in unison once again. After that, they dispersed and returned to their respective desks. Including Eveline, who walked first to Mr. Jose’s desk to retrieve the proposal she had printed and prepared the previous afternoon. She then returned to her desk, sat down, and placed the proposal on the table. While waiting for her laptop to boot up, Eveline read through the proposal page by page. Eveline had to review the proposal again before the afternoon meeting. And Eveline had to focus on her work, so she wouldn’t think about the kiss Killian had given her yesterday. If she didn’t, she would definitely have problems with the marketing staff proposal she was supposed to present. Eveline glanced at her phone when a message came in, then picked it up and read the message. Have a nice day, Mrs. Eveline. X A message sent by Killian. Eveline could hardly believe what she had just read. ‘He’s mocking me now. Killian must be laughing, remembering what he did yesterday. That bold, crazy man.’ Eveline thought to herself. Eveline suppressed her frustration by closing her eyes for a moment and placing her phone back on the table. She didn’t forget to turn off the notification sound on her phone so that nothing else would disturb her concentration while studying the marketing proposal. Eveline was determined to retaliate against Killian’s audacity later. And the plan? Of course, she would think about all that later as well. For now, she just wanted to focus on working. Killian smiled slyly as he quietly watched Eveline’s reaction from a distance. Killian had deliberately sent that message after overhearing Eveline’s conversation with three other marketing staff members. And of course, Killian understood the situation that might be putting a little pressure on Eveline at the moment. That’s why he decided to send the message, simply to let Eveline know that Killian was watching her, even from a distance. “You’re so sweet, Eve… so sweet…” Killian muttered as he walked away, returning to his office. He needed to prepare all the work files he had been working on until late last night, to be discussed again during the meeting later that afternoon. *** “We think it would be best if the best proposal could be implemented immediately. Besides, the company is currently receiving quite a few investors, and this is indeed very important. A high-quality proposal is one reflection of the quality of the staff working in this company. Proposals also help attract other investors to collaborate with this company.” “But what about the differences in results and the quality of the proposals themselves? Isn’t every department in this company working together as a team to create the proposal? We all know how hard we’ve worked in recent times to complete everything. The completed proposal can be said to have quality, but it ultimately depends on Mr. Killian’s decision regarding which proposal he will choose.” Eveline spoke quickly. She wasn’t in a hurry. However, she felt a little anxious about everything that had just happened in the meeting room. There were differing opinions, and some managers had started using harsh language and sarcasm. She was trying her best to act as a mediator now. “That’s true. All the completed proposals do have their own quality.” Killian spoke up, and this time the managers began to shut their mouths. Killian looked at them all with a very sharp gaze. “A while ago, I established a partnership with Mr. Cole’s company. We will soon sign a cooperation agreement, and I think… the marketing staff’s proposal will be implemented first.” Eveline quickly raised her head, turned, and looked at Killian, very surprised. She even widened her eyes now. Some managers were about to protest, as they all still felt their proposals were better. “Shh…” Killian immediately stopped them all. “This is truly a very important matter. The marketing staff’s proposal can help investors understand how this company operates on a national and international scale. Of course, the marketing staff’s proposal will greatly facilitate their understanding of the company’s background in establishing partnerships with investors.” Killian paused for a moment, then turned to look at Eveline, who still had the same expression as before. “Therefore, Miss Eveline, you must bind and duplicate the marketing staff’s proposal so I can bring it and show it to Mr. Cole later. And yes, you will accompany me to the next meeting with Mr. Cole.” “W-what? Me? B-but why?” Eveline suddenly felt very panicked. “Of course, since this is the marketing staff proposal, you will accompany me and assist me in explaining all the contents of this proposal to Mr. Cole. And possibly to other investors as well.” Killian replied calmly. “Other… investors?” Eveline whispered, shifting her gaze. “You didn’t think we’d only be meeting Mr. Cole, did you?” Eveline looked back at Killian with a frown on her forehead. “We’ll be meeting other investors because today, I have several appointments with them to discuss the cooperation agreement with this company. A cooperation agreement with me.” ‘Oh my God…’ Eveline thought to herself, clenching her hands tightly around the proposal in front of her. “We’ll both go together this afternoon. Before work hours end.” Eveline looked up again and could see a faint smile on Killian’s face now. Oh no.

“The meeting with Mr. Cole and the other investors will take place tonight. Around eight o’clock, at the restaurant. I’ll send you the restaurant details later.” Killian walked beside Eveline as they left the meeting room, ahead of the managers who still had other things to discuss in preparation for welcoming the new investors. Eveline remained silent, her grip still tight on the proposal in front of her chest. Killian glanced briefly at Eveline, who was lost in thought, and sighed. They finally stopped in front of the elevator, and Killian immediately pressed the button. Ding The elevator opened, and Killian stepped ahead of Eveline into the elevator. Eveline, still lost in thought, didn’t even notice the elevator had opened. Quickly, before the doors closed, Killian pulled Eveline’s arm into the elevator. Eveline’s body collided with Killian’s, and that’s when she snapped out of her reverie. The elevator doors closed slowly. Eveline moved away from Killian and cleared her throat. She stepped slightly away from Killian, who was still staring at her intently. “Didn’t you hear what I said, Eveline?” Killian asked again. “Hm? Sorry… I was just daydreaming.” Eveline answered nervously. “What… what did you say earlier?” She asked again, occasionally making sure that her current position was far enough away from Killian’s. “I said that our meeting with Mr. Cole and the investors will take place tonight at the restaurant. Around eight o’clock. I’ll send you the restaurant’s address later.” Eveline nodded. “Alright. I’ll remember that.” For a moment, Eveline and Killian both fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Until Killian quickly turned his head and looked at Eveline very seriously. He had just realized that Eveline was standing quite far away from him. As if Eveline was now trying very hard to avoid him. And truly, Killian didn’t like that one bit. “Eveline.” Killian called out. “Yes?” Eveline turned and found Killian still looking at her intently. “Don’t forget to bind and duplicate the proposal immediately so it can be submitted to the investors later.” “Of course, sir. I’ll bind and duplicate it right away. Don’t worry.” Eveline tried to be firm and professional in her work. Though her heart was beating very fast at the moment. Eveline shifted her gaze forward again. She stared at the floor buttons that were lit up and turned off, indicating which floor the elevator was currently on. Though she felt she couldn’t stand being in the same elevator with Killian anymore. She was also worried about what Killian had done so boldly to her in the elevator yesterday. Meanwhile, Killian remained silent, observing Eveline. His eyes moved from top to bottom, taking in her simple appearance. Killian couldn’t believe how plain she looked. A four-year-old laptop, short black heels with worn-out soles, a knee-length skirt, and an ordinary, unbranded shirt. How could you still look so simple after receiving one billion seven hundred fifty million dollars, Eveline? Where did you spend all that money? If you didn’t even buy a single luxury or branded item to wear and show off? Killian’s mind kept asking. Ting The elevator doors opened, and Eveline stepped out first. Killian followed her from behind. Killian was now observing Eveline’s appearance in great detail. He sighed loudly once more. The sound reached Eveline’s ears, and she stopped in her tracks, turning around. “Is something wrong, sir?” Eveline asked formally. She was slightly surprised when she realized that Killian was now walking right behind her. “Nothing.” Killian shook his head. “Here’s the thing, send me your home address because I’ll pick you up myself for the meeting tonight.” “I can go by myself, sir. You don’t have to bother doing that. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” “No. This business meeting is very important for me, and also for this company, Eveline. So it would be much better if we both went together tonight.” Eveline thought about it for a moment. Of course, the company’s reputation is something very important and cannot be taken lightly at any time. “Alright, I’ll send it right away.” After that, Eveline reached into her shirt pocket and took out her phone. She quickly typed in her full home address and sent the message to Killian’s number. “It’s done, sir.” She said. Killian took his phone and confirmed that the message containing Eveline’s full home address had been received. The message was there, and Killian smiled faintly. This man was never good at smiling. “I’ll pick you up at seven tonight. I’ll contact you again before coming to pick you up.” Killian said as he put his phone back. Eveline nodded, and then she walked toward the marketing staff room, leaving Killian who was also walking toward his own room. Eveline immediately placed her laptop on her desk. She paused for a moment, then reached for the bottle of mineral water and drank half of it. “Eveline, how did the meeting go? Is everything okay?” “What did Mr. Killian say about the marketing staff proposal?” Eveline put the water bottle back. “Mr. Killian liked our proposal. That’s why he decided to bring this proposal as an example to the investors.” “That’s great. I’m so relieved. All our hard work has paid off.” Eveline smiled and nodded. “Oh, I need to bind this proposal first. See you later.” Eveline immediately took the proposal to the printer room and did everything Killian had asked her to do earlier. She had to work faster so she’d have a little time to visit her mother at the hospital this afternoon before going with Killian to an important meeting later tonight.

“Mom…” Eveline walked into her mother’s new hospital room with a big smile on her face. In her right hand, she held a plastic bag filled with fruits she had just bought at the nearby supermarket. Her mother turned her head and smiled at Eveline’s arrival. “You’re here? How was your day, dear?” her mother asked as Eveline sat down on the chair next to the bedside table, taking out an orange from the bag. “Today was great, Mom. I presented the marketing team’s proposal well during the meeting this afternoon. And tonight, I’ll be accompanying my boss to present our team’s proposal to the investors.” Her hands moved quickly to peel the orange and feed her mother. Eveline smiled slightly. Occasionally, she glanced at the small watch on her left wrist. It still showed six o’clock in the evening. That meant Eveline only had one hour to go home and get ready. Unbeknownst to her, her mother had been watching Eveline all along. “That’s very good, dear. You’ve been working so hard all this time. And besides, your boss has given you a lot of help. To both of us. It would be even better if you helped your boss attract more investors.” Eveline nodded slowly in agreement with what her mother had just said. “I can’t stay long tonight, Mom. Because I have to go with my boss. I’ll ask Dr. Leo to take care of you as usual.” Eveline fed her mother a few more pieces of orange she had peeled. “Of course. No problem. Besides, I can take care of myself. Don’t worry. Just focus on your work. My condition is much better than before. You need to focus and not worry too much about me.” Eveline nodded again. After finishing the orange, she placed the plastic bag containing the fruits on the table. “Alright, Mom. I need to go home and get ready. If I don’t, I’ll be late. Here are some fruits. I’ll ask the nurse for help if you want to eat them later. I’ll go now…” Eveline briefly rubbed her mother’s palm, then left the hospital room. Eveline decided to take a taxi home after she was outside the hospital building. After getting a taxi, she quickly got in, reaching for her phone in her bag. She quickly typed a short message to Dr. Leo. Though she felt a bit awkward about always asking Dr. Leo for help, Eveline had no other choice. Relying on Helena was simply impossible. Helena hadn’t cared about their mother at all lately. Sorry to bother you, Dr. Leo. But I could only come to the hospital briefly earlier. I brought some fruits for my mother. I have to leave because I still have office work to do. Could I ask for your help to take care of my mother? Sorry, it seems like I’ve been bothering you too much lately. Eveline quickly sent the message to Dr. Leo’s phone number. No problem, Eveline. That’s my job, the doctors’ job, and the nurses’ job. Don’t worry. I and the nurses will take care of your mother. You can focus on your work. Okay. Eveline smiled with a great sense of relief after reading Dr. Leo’s reply. Eveline decided not to reply to the message because the taxi had stopped right in front of her house. Quickly, Eveline paid the taxi and entered her house. A little worried that Killian might already be at her house to pick her up soon, she immediately got ready. “What should I wear for this important meeting?” Eveline, who had just stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, opened her wardrobe and began searching for appropriate attire. “I can’t wear a skirt or a dress.” Eveline paused, her hands still raised between the clothes in the closet. “This is an important and formal meeting. In that case… I should just wear formal attire. A blazer? Yes… that’s good enough.” Eveline took out a new blazer she had never worn before. She remembered that she had bought the blazer about two months ago, and it was still wrapped in plastic. Additionally, Eveline also took an undershirt she thought would go well with her new blazer. She also grabbed a pair of pants that matched the blazer. Quickly, she laid out the clothes on the bed and put them on neatly. Ting Her phone rang, and Eveline, who was straightening her hair, immediately picked up her phone, which was still charging on the dressing table. It was a message from Killian. I’ll be at your house in about five minutes. Are you ready? Yes, sir. I’m getting ready right now. I’ll be out as soon as I’m done. Eveline put her phone back down and continued getting ready. She looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror again, making sure her appearance was neat. Starting with her clothes, the small earrings in both ears, the tiny necklace that didn’t even weigh a gram, the small watch on her left wrist, her loose hair, and not forgetting to spray perfume a few times on her body. Eveline also touched up the mocha-colored lipstick on her lips with a tissue. “Alright, Eveline…. you’re ready now. Everything looks fine. And your appearance is good enough. So it won’t be embarrassing for you, or for Killian. Anyway, I have to work very hard. And that means helping the company secure new investors. That way, I might be more trusted to help with bigger company projects. It also means I’ll be able to pay back and settle the money Killian gave me more easily.” Tin Tin The sound of a horn honked twice, causing Eveline to peek out the window of her room. She saw Killian getting out of the car and waiting there, leaning against it. Quickly, Eveline grabbed her phone, charger, bag, and the proposal documents she had prepared, then walked out of her room and house. Killian straightened his body when he saw Eveline exit the house, and he spontaneously walked toward Eveline as she locked the front door. “Let me help.” Killian said, taking the proposal documents from Eveline’s hands. Eveline glanced briefly at Killian and locked the door again. “Thank you,” Eveline murmured as they walked toward the gate. Once more, Eveline locked the gate with a padlock to ensure the house remained secure while she was away tonight. Skillfully, Killian opened the door for Eveline, standing beside her. “Get in, leave the proposal on the backseat,” he said firmly. In truth, Killian felt nervous about Eveline’s appearance tonight. To be honest, he had never seen Eveline dressed like that before. She looked very attractive, though simple, without showing off excessive luxury. Without saying anything, Eveline immediately obeyed and sat there. Killian closed the door for Eveline and placed the proposal he was holding on the back passenger seat. He walked around the car and immediately got into the driver’s seat. Eveline immediately fastened her seatbelt and sat calmly, holding her bag. Killian also fastened his seatbelt and began driving the car at a moderate speed. “Um, sir?” Eveline turned to Killian, who looked focused on driving. “Yes?” Killian replied without taking his eyes off the road. “At the meeting with the investors, will I have to speak? I mean, do I have to explain the contents of the proposal myself?” “Of course. You and your team created this proposal, so you should present it. Just like when you presented it earlier today in the meeting. Do it exactly the same way. Besides, this isn’t a very formal meeting. I don’t know how many investors will come. But hopefully enough will come, and enough will become investors.” Eveline nodded, muttering, “Alright.” Then she turned her gaze forward again. “You look beautiful.” Killian complimented Eveline’s appearance, still focused on the road. “Thanks…” Eveline muttered, not knowing how else to respond to Killian’s compliment. Eveline licked her lips several times, feeling very nervous. And that didn’t go unnoticed by Killian, who glanced at Eveline several times. “Damn. If only I could kiss those lips right now, I might not be this stiff. Not to mention the last kiss that day in the elevator. It still feels like it’s lingering, and I can’t even satisfy myself. Eveline… do you really not feel the same way as me? You’re my addiction. Should I tell everyone about my desire to be with you?” Killian’s mind screamed.

“This will be a project that can produce maximum results. Everything needed for this project is included in the proposal. If you all agree, then this project will not only benefit you and our company, but also the community directly involved.” “Wow, Miss Eveline, your explanation really resonates with us. And truly, this is the first time a young woman has been able to handle such a large-scale project.” “That’s right. And moreover, all the contents of the proposal you’ve provided are also very reasonable to implement. In that case, Mr. Killian, we have great hopes of being able to directly participate in this project moving forward.” Killian and Eveline, upon hearing this, smiled with a sense of great happiness and relief. Because the two of them had finally managed to capture the attention of the investors who had come tonight. And yes, for Eveline, tonight, she seemed to be building her reputation through her involvement in this major project, for the first time. Eveline would never waste a moment like this to build a better career, starting now and into the future. “Oh, Miss Eveline?” “Yes, sir?” Eveline smiled slightly as she looked at the person who had called her. “I really hope to have an employee as modern as you, Miss Eveline. It’s very rare to find a young woman who can handle a big project like you do.” “Don’t overpraise me, sir. I’m just doing my job well. And I’m also very sure that there are other young women out there with the same abilities as me, or even far greater than mine.” Eveline tried to remain humble and not let the praise go to her head. “Of course. Then how did you find a talented woman like Miss Eveline, Mr. Killian?” The man turned to ask Killian. “She’s only been working at my company for two years. And yes, she is indeed talented.” “Oh, of course, I’m sure of that.” All the investors laughed at that. For some reason, Eveline suddenly felt uncomfortable with the laughter coming from the investors. And for some reason, she felt like their laughter was mocking her now. Killian clenched his fists tightly, feeling annoyed. Of course, he understood the meaning of the last remark made by the middle-aged man. But he decided to remain silent, waiting to see what else the middle-aged man might say, or perhaps the other investors. “And besides, we don’t even need to have an informal meeting like this at a restaurant. We could just have a video call, or come directly tomorrow morning and hold a meeting at your company, Mr. Killian.” ‘What? Shouldn’t this meeting be held in the morning at the office? Then why did Killian ask me to join him at this evening meeting?’ Eveline wondered to herself. She was surprised by the investor’s statement about their meeting tonight. Meanwhile, Killian closed his eyes for a moment, regretting the investor’s words. Because, fundamentally, Killian hoped that holding the meeting tonight would be a great opportunity for him and Eveline to grow closer. Perhaps Killian could also express everything he had regretted about his attitude toward Eveline. Additionally, Killian wanted to spend time alone with Eveline. But now, with the investor’s words, he didn’t know what was on Eveline’s mind at the moment. Not to mention that Eveline immediately turned and looked at him with a confused and annoyed expression. Killian decided to remain silent and not respond to what the investor had just said. He let them start talking to each other. Eveline shifted her gaze, her expression having changed. Quickly, she grabbed the wine glass in front of her and drank it all in one go. She felt annoyed instantly. ‘If this evening’s meeting could have been done via video call, then this is all just Killian’s scheme to get me to come with him tonight and have some alone time together.’ Eveline swallowed her annoyance. *** Brak Eveline quickly got out of Killian’s car, slamming the door behind her. Killian followed her out of his car and walked toward Eveline, who was rummaging through her bag, searching for the key to her house gate. “Eveline… listen, I…” Killian grabbed Eveline’s arm, stopping her movement as she had already found the gate key there. “Stop this, Mr. Killian. If I had known this evening’s meeting wasn’t a formal one, I would have refused it. Those words of his, I will always remember, how he tried to belittle me after giving me praise I’d never heard in my life.” Eveline turned around, released Killian’s grip on her arm, and unlocked the gate. But after succeeding, Eveline fell silent, then turned to look at Killian, who was still staring at her with a frown on his forehead. Killian looked worried. “If my participation in tonight’s meeting was to reduce my loan, then just say so from the start. Because I am fully aware and remember clearly that I needed a loan of one billion seven hundred fifty million dollars from you. And yes, not two billion dollars. I told you that day, and I’ve already repaid the remainder, which is two hundred fifty million dollars.” “And if you intend to trap me in this meeting, then sorry, you won’t succeed, Mr. Killian. Just relax, I’ll return all your money, not a penny less, so you don’t have to bring up that night again. Or try to trap me in a meeting that’s just an excuse to humiliate me.” “I’m not trying to trap you or anything like that, Eveline. Not at all.” Killian shook his head and continued to follow Eveline as she opened the gate to her house and walked toward the front door. “I just… I beg you, Eve, tell me, just once, speak to me with complete honesty.” Eveline fell silent, glaring at Killian. “Why do you need that much money, Eveline? What have you done with that much money?” Eveline stopped in her tracks and turned to face Killian, who had also stopped beside her. “What I’ve done with one billion seven hundred fifty million dollars is none of your business, Killian. That’s none of your business.” Eveline shook her head quickly. “So just stop now.” “Eveline, I was just…” Killian ran out of words as Eveline turned around and opened the door to her house with a key. Killian’s face hardened. “Two billion dollars.” Eveline’s movement stopped abruptly, and she turned to look at Killian. “What? What did you just say?” she whispered. “Two billion dollars… to spend one more night with me.” Eveline’s eyes widened. “I’m offering you two billion dollars. Wait, don’t misunderstand. I want you to spend one more night with me because I want to talk to you as much as I want.” Killian sighed and moved closer to Eveline, who was still silent, stunned. “You can yell at me. You can ask me anything. You can tell me how you feel, but please… please, Eveline, don’t avoid me. Talk to me face to face. Because…” Killian swallowed with great difficulty. Eveline regulated her labored breathing, along with her increasingly rapid heartbeat. “Eveline, there are so many questions in my mind, and they’ve been tormenting me until today. So just answer each of my questions, and that’s enough. Not by doing anything else.” Killian grew increasingly restless as Eveline remained silent. “You’re not giving me much choice, Eve. I’m truly sorry, but when you have so many questions in your mind and can’t find the answers, you’ll keep asking them, consciously or not.” “And you think you’ll get answers to all your questions from me now? Because every time you find it hard to get what you want, you try to buy it.” “No, Eveline, no. I’m just trying to buy your time, to talk to you. That’s all. I just want to know your perspective.” “You want to know my perspective?” “Yes, Eveline. That’s all. Please.” Eveline tightened her grip. “What I feel now is that there is a very rich and well-established man trying to buy me again. Because that man feels that he can buy me again with the wealth he offers. That man feels that he can make me do everything he wants, anytime, anywhere. And he’ll give me money for it.” Killian widened his eyes and shook his head slightly. “So, I’ll say this again to you. I’m not for sale, Mr. Killian Blake!” For a moment, they both fell silent and looked at each other. Killian felt he had spoken out of turn, and Eveline felt her pride wounded once more. Eveline turned and tried to unlock the door to her house again. The door unlocked, and Eveline opened it immediately. “Eveline, wait a moment.” “Stop there, Mr. Killian.” Eveline stopped Killian from following her. “Don’t even think about following me again after today.” “Please… just listen to me a little longer, Eve.” “I’ve listened to you enough, Mr. Killian. But tonight, it’s enough. It’s more than enough for me to know your true character. And I’m sick of it. I don’t want to see you again. So please, leave my house before someone else sees and misunderstands. I don’t want the reputation you’ve built up over the years to be ruined just because you’re begging right in front of a woman’s house at night, especially just to talk to me, after you tried to buy my dignity again.” Eveline slammed the door shut and locked it. She ran straight to her room, crying loudly. She felt her dignity had been shattered again by Killian, who had tried to buy it once more. And Killian, slowly, walked away from Eveline’s house, feeling increasingly guilty. Because everything he had just said was wrong. Very wrong, to the point it made him restless too.

Eveline walked lazily into the office building where she worked. Her eyes were still red, with very noticeable bags under them, and her nose was still red. It was very clear how long she had been crying the night before. And Eveline didn’t seem to care if everyone in the office saw her like that. Eveline had made a major decision with unwavering resolve, and she was certain she wouldn’t back down from the path she’d chosen. “Hey, Eve… you’re here this early? What’s going on?” Lily asked as Eveline stopped right in front of her desk. Lily noticed Eveline’s lackluster expression and immediately furrowed her brow deeply. “Yes, I want to give this to you. Can you help me give this to Mr. Killian later?” Eveline reached into her bag, pulled out a brown envelope, and placed it on Lily’s desk. Lily looked at the envelope and picked it up. She looked at Eveline and the envelope several times, alternating between the two. Still with that confused expression on her face. “Eveline, what… what’s inside this envelope?” She asked hesitantly. Eveline didn’t answer immediately, but she shifted her gaze for a moment, taking a slow breath. “It’s my resignation letter. I want to quit working at this company.” She replied in a whisper. She didn’t want to cause a commotion in the office this morning when they heard she was quitting. “But… but why, Eveline? Don’t you love working here? At this company? With all of us? Then… then why are you resigning?” Lily stood up, her eyes already wet with tears. Lily stepped out of her work area and stood directly in front of Eveline. Eveline shook her head slightly. She was trying not to cry now. She wanted to stay strong, even though her heart felt so reluctant. But this was the right decision for her to make now. “I just… I don’t know, Lily. I’m sorry, but I have to stop now. I don’t know when we’ll meet again, or if I’ll ever see all of you here again. But I truly hope that you and everyone here will remember me for the good things.” Eveline gently patted Lily’s shoulder, smiling thinly, a bit forced. “Eveline… tell me, is there a problem? Did something happen during your meeting with Mr. Killian and the investors? Did they say something bad to you? Just tell me. I can help you deal with it. I’ll also tell Mr. Killian everything if necessary.” “You can’t, Lily. You won’t be able to help me with this. No one here will be able to do it either. I want to finish this myself. And my resignation today is the only solution I can come up with right now.” Lily listened silently to Eveline’s answer, and she realized that Eveline looked much worse than she had in previous days. Eveline was truly in a bad mood, and if she said anything else now, she didn’t know what Eveline might do afterward. So in the end, Lily sighed heavily and tightened her grip on the envelope containing Eveline’s resignation letter. “Alright… I’ll give this letter to Mr. Killian. I hope you’re okay, Eve. If you have any problems, I’ll be there for you, as usual. After all, we’ve known each other for two years, and I really hope we can still be good friends, even though you’re no longer working here.” Eveline nodded slowly, then hugged Lily tightly. In the end, even though she had been holding back the tears in her eyes, they still flowed, wetting her cheeks. “Of course… thank you so much, Lily. You’re a very good friend, and I’m glad I could be friends with you, and with everyone else in this company.” Eveline released their embrace. “I’ll go first, Lily. See you later.” Without waiting for a response, Eveline quickly walked out of the company building and headed toward the hospital. On the other hand, Lily could only watch as Eveline’s back grew distant from the company. Lily lowered her head and looked at the brown envelope containing Eveline’s resignation letter with a sorrowful gaze. She felt deeply hurt, for despite everything, she and Eveline had been good friends all this time, and suddenly, Eveline had decided to quit her job at the company. Killian had just arrived at the company in his own car. It had been almost two or three days since he asked Caleb to spy on Eveline and find out everything about her life. That’s why he drove himself to the office. With a firm stride, he walked into the company. Lily, who saw Killian’s arrival, quickly approached Killian, who had stopped right in front of the elevator. “Mr. Killian?” Lily stopped right beside Killian. “Hm? Yes?” Killian turned his head and looked at Lily with a blank expression. “Here you go, sir.” Lily handed him the envelope, and Killian took it, looking at it curiously. “The envelope contains Eveline’s resignation letter, sir.” “What?” Killian immediately gasped and looked at Lily with wide eyes. “What did you say? A letter… Eveline’s resignation letter?” Killian hurriedly opened the envelope and read the letter inside. “Yes, sir. This morning, Eveline came and handed me this letter, asking me to give this envelope to you.” Lily replied softly. But sadness was still clearly visible on her face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Eveline. She just looked really bad. It seems like Eveline cried all night.” Lily explained, stopping Killian’s movement as he read the contents of the letter. Killian fell silent, feeling uneasy. Both of his hands closed the letter again and gripped it tightly. “Where did Eveline go? Did she say anything to you?” “I don’t know, sir. Eveline left immediately and only said that she would handle the issue herself, and I couldn’t help her resolve it.” Lily shook her head slowly. “But as her good friend, I really hope that Eveline’s sudden decision to quit her job isn’t because of any issues that arose during the meeting with the investors last night.” Killian looked at Lily, and Lily swallowed with some difficulty. “I apologize for being so bold, sir. But I know very well that Evelina really enjoys working at this company, even though she has only been here for two years. And I know that Evelina is a hard worker, so she would not just quit without there being a significant issue at the office.” Hearing Lily’s words, it was as if Killian had been slapped in the face. Of course, there was a major issue between him and Eveline. And that major issue couldn’t be easily resolved by anyone else besides Eveline and himself at the moment. Killian didn’t know what to say now, so he decided to stay silent. Then, when the elevator doors opened, Killian immediately stepped inside and left Lily behind, without being able to give her a direct answer at that moment. “Eveline… why did you do this? Why did you resign? Is this all because of what I said? My words must have hurt you deeply. I’m truly sorry… please, Eveline… don’t go far from me. Please…” Killian anxiously tried to call Eveline’s number, but her number was inactive. There was a possibility that Eveline had intentionally turned off her phone, or worse, that she had blocked Killian’s number. So Killian couldn’t reach her now. It was a terrifying thought for Killian at that moment. Both of Killian’s hands were trembling, filled with sadness and anxiety. The elevator opened again, and with hurried steps, Killian entered his office and threw Eveline’s resignation letter onto his desk. Killian immediately called Caleb’s number. “Caleb, come to the office immediately! You must find Eveline right now! She resigned from the office today! I can’t let that happen!” After saying all that, Killian hung up the call and sat down in his chair. He couldn’t contain the fear he was feeling right now. And Killian truly realized that Eveline’s resignation today was also because of the words he had spoken last night. Something he should never have said to Eveline from the start. He was indeed foolish, as he could never easily understand the contents of her mind and heart, especially regarding the strange feelings he still felt toward Eveline. His phone rang, and another notification interrupted him. It was a notification of funds deposited into his personal account, reading, “Funds deposited in the amount of seven hundred fifty million dollars from Eveline Mason’s personal account.” “No. This can’t be. Eveline… where did you get this money, and why did you send it to me? Don’t torment me like this, Eveline. Damn it! Damn it!” Killian growled angrily. You don’t need to worry that I’ll run away. I won’t run away. I will pay the remaining one billion dollars. This time, I can only pay back seven hundred and fifty million dollars. I am paying back the money you gave me that night. Even though I no longer work at your company, I will continue to pay back the loan you gave me. The message was sent by Eveline and immediately appeared on Killian’s phone. You don’t need to do this so quickly, Eveline. Where are you? Why did you resign? You can’t just resign like that, Eveline! You must come back here immediately! Killian immediately replied to Eveline’s message. No. I think it would be much better if you didn’t look for me or bother me with everything that happened that night, or everything you said to me last night. Because it would be pointless. I am very aware of my position. I am just an ordinary employee at your company. But after what happened that night, the meeting with the investors, and everything you said to me last night, it has made me realize. That I will never be seen as anything but someone who provides benefits to others. And yes, you have shown that by offering me two billion dollars to spend one more night with you. I am utterly disgusted. Disgusted with you. The long message sent by Eveline once again slapped Killian in the face. He knew very well that he had made a huge mistake by offering Eveline two billion dollars to spend one more night with him. However, he couldn’t find any other way to spend time talking with Eveline. So Killian’s lips couldn’t be stopped, even though his heart was telling him not to say things that might offend Eveline right now. But he didn’t understand. He was too foolish. He was too naive. To handle the things in his heart. Please forgive me, Eveline. Please don’t do this. Go back to the office and work. I won’t accept your resignation letter now. Come back right away. I won’t come back, even if there’s only one company left in the world. I’ll go far away, and I should have done it since the night we spent together that day.

Klek Eveline slowly entered her mother’s hospital room. The quiet atmosphere made Eveline feel even more lonely. She desperately needed attention and friends to lean on. However, what had happened to her was the one thing she had to keep a secret. It wouldn’t be easy for her if one day someone else found out what had happened to her and Killian that night. And truly, Eveline couldn’t imagine how she would react. Especially if that person was her own mother. “Mom? Are you asleep?” Eveline sat down on the chair and gently stroked her mother’s palm. Eveline had already washed her face and applied light makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes from crying all night. “No… I’m not sleeping. Just a little bored. When do you think I can go home?” Her mother turned and looked at her with a small smile on her face. A smile that now seemed full of hope. “Mom will go home after two weeks. Didn’t Dr. Leo himself say that once Mom’s condition is fully recovered and improved, she’ll be allowed to go home?” Eveline murmured, pulling her hand back. “Hm… Alright then.” Her mother nodded slowly. Eveline looked very hesitant, but the sooner her mother knew, the better. “Mom, there’s something I want to tell you.” “What is it, dear? Is everything okay? Did something happen at work?” Her mother asked immediately, a little anxiously. Even though Eveline’s face was covered with makeup, “No, it’s not that. But something else.” Eveline shook her head, then sighed slowly. “I’ve decided to sell our old house.” “What? But why, Eveline? Why are you selling our house?” Her mother widened her eyes in surprise. She knew about the financial problems they were facing, but Eveline had never spoken honestly to her about it, as if hiding it from her. “I know this is a very difficult decision. But I need to sell the house to pay off the loan I took from the company. I feel bad if I don’t return the money immediately. Even if I have to pay it off in installments, at least the loan burden won’t be too heavy in the future. But don’t worry, Mother. The money from selling the house has already been set aside to buy a simpler new house. I know the new house won’t be as spacious as our old one. But it will be more than enough for the two of us to live in. Once you’re better and allowed to come home from the hospital, I’ll take you to our new house.” Eveline smiled faintly as she said all that. Though deep down, she felt like screaming out loud. Eveline’s mother fell silent after hearing Eveline’s explanation. Even if she wanted to refuse, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bear to. Eveline had been working hard and striving so hard for herself all this time. She had even gotten into quite a lot of debt. And if the house was sold to help pay off the loan installments, that was fine. As long as Eveline wasn’t too stressed out by her working conditions in the future. “It’s okay, dear. The important thing is that you can pay off the loan. The sooner it’s paid off, the better.” Her mother gently stroked Eveline’s face. “When did you sell our old house? And… have you found a new place to stay? You can’t possibly delay buying a new house and end up sleeping outside, can you?” Her mother looked at Eveline with great concern. Eveline nodded. “Of course, Mom. I sold the house last night and found a new place this morning. Mom, don’t worry. I’m fine. Besides, our old house sold for one billion five hundred million dollars. I’ve already transferred seven hundred fifty million dollars to the company’s account to pay off my loan. The remaining money I used to find our new house. And luckily, I found a modest house for five hundred million dollars. We have money left over after everything. And when the hospital said my mother could go home, we still had money to pay for her medicine later.” Eveline smiled calmly. After that, both of them fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Eveline’s mind was focused on one thing. How to explain to her mother that she no longer worked at Killian’s company. She had quit, and she had also decided to look for a new job. And that wouldn’t be easy. *** “I’m sorry, Mr. Killian, but after I looked into it, it seems like Miss Eveline has sold her house and moved out of there to her new home.” Caleb said, bowing his head briefly before looking back at Killian, who was now staring at him with wide eyes. “What? What do you mean, Caleb? Last night… last night, I even went to Eveline’s house and drove her home there. How could she have sold the house so quickly?!” Killian stood up from his chair and began pacing back and forth. Anxiety immediately filled his heart. “That’s right, sir. Earlier on the way here, I decided to check out Eveline’s house as well, and yes, I found some people moving Eveline’s belongings out of the house. One of them said that Miss Eveline sold the house to a young couple who still lived with their parents at the end of the street. The house sold for one billion five hundred million dollars. “That… that’s impossible. Eveline, Eveline couldn’t just leave like that.” Killian immediately stopped walking and hurried over to Caleb. “Then, do the workers who carried Eveline’s belongings know where her new house is now?” “Unfortunately not, sir. They said Miss Eveline would come back to her old house and show them the way to her new one. So, they have no idea where her new house is now.” “Damn it!” Killian cursed. Caleb looked at Killian with pity. He had never seen Killian so agitated by a woman who was trying to avoid him so blatantly as he was now. Caleb didn’t know what the real issue was between Killian and Eveline. But he was certain that the issue was a very complicated matter of love. Caleb sighed as Killian paced back and forth in front of him, slowly pulling at his hair to vent the frustration, anger, and anxiety he was feeling at that moment. “Sir, I have additional information about Miss Eveline, as you requested earlier.” Killian stopped in his tracks and looked back at Caleb. Killian’s face now looked very curious. “What? Tell me. What other information do you have about Eveline?” “I don’t have much information about Miss Eveline, sir. All I know is that one of Miss Eveline’s family members is currently being treated at the hospital. And it seems that the one being treated at the hospital is Miss Eveline’s mother.” Hearing that, Killian’s face immediately paled. He had no idea about that. And now, Killian had suddenly pieced together all the puzzle pieces that had been stored in his mind. ‘Does that mean Eveline needed that large loan for her mother’s treatment at the hospital? Is that true?’ Killian wondered to himself. A sense of heaviness suddenly filled his chest, and it was very painful. “T-then… do you know where she is now? I mean, Miss Eveline’s mother. Which hospital is Eveline’s mother being treated at now?” “As far as I know, Miss Eveline’s mother is being treated at The Miracle Sign Hospital. And it seems she recently underwent a major and emergency surgery. I’m sure Miss Eveline is at that hospital right now.” Without waiting any longer, Killian immediately rushed out of his company and drove his car at high speed toward the hospital. Killian’s mind immediately flashed back to everything Eveline had ever said. Even when Eveline accepted his offer to spend the night with him that day. Killian felt very sorry and guilty now. Because of his stupidity in thinking and speaking, he couldn’t think of all the risks that would happen. He was too stupid and naive. And he was too stupid to admit his own stupidity. “If only you had just told me what you needed the money for, I wouldn’t have been so reckless, Eveline. Why didn’t you say from the start that you needed the loan to pay for your mother’s medical bills? Why did you just stay silent and accept the crazy offer I made on the spot that day? Why did you just stay silent and say to forget everything, while I’m now struggling to breathe because of the guilt that’s suffocating me? Please, Eveline… if you can, please forgive my stupidity. Please come back and talk to me now. If not, I’ll live with regret.”

Killian galloped down the hallway of The Miracle Sign hospital. He did not even care about the protests of some of the hospital staff, including the people who were receiving treatment there. All that was on Killian’s mind right now, was to be able to find Eveline’s whereabouts in the vast hospital right now. He did not have much time to waste at the moment. Killian gasped, and stopped running for a moment, then began to cast his eyes in all directions inside the hospital hallway. Hoping that he could instantly find Eveline’s whereabouts there, and approach her. “Miss Eveline” The voice instantly focused Killian’s attention and gaze in one direction. And yes, Killian was very sure, if the woman who was standing right next to a doctor there, was Eveline. Slowly, Killian walked after the two of them, silently. “I just finished checking on your mother’s condition, and it looks like she’s under a lot of stress. Are you two in trouble right now?” Doctor Leo asked, although it felt very awkward to ask about other people’s problems who were under stress like Eveline was right now. Hearing that, Eveline sighed loudly, as she turned her gaze towards the hospital grounds on the left side of the hallway she was currently passing through. “I had a little problem. And I accidentally told my mom about it. I think it’s a pretty big deal, and surely my mom has a right to know about it.” “If you don’t mind telling her. What is the problem you’re facing right now? Perhaps, I can help you, Eveline.” Doctor Liam muttered, and the two of them continued to walk at a very slow pace. Fortunately, it was already lunchtime, so Doctor Leo would not be too distracted by his busy work schedule at the hospital. As for Killian, he continued to walk with both ears constantly listening. Although Doctor Leo and Eveline spoke very slowly, he was quite able to hear everything they said even at a distance. “You won’t be able to help me with this problem, Doctor. I, myself, am already quite overwhelmed, but I always try very hard. And still, there won’t be anyone who can help me. I intend to solve this problem myself.” Eveline turned her head and looked at Doctor Leo for a moment, before looking straight ahead again. “I sold my old house. The house I’ve been living in.” “Oh my, Eveline. Why? Why would you sell it?” Doctor Leo was surprised. “I took out a large loan from my boss’s company, and I didn’t want to delay paying the installments for too long. So I decided that I could sell the house, and move into a much smaller house than before. And it was worth it.” “What does that mean? What was worth it?” Doctor Leo looked endlessly at Eveline, who couldn’t even bear to look at him for so long. Doctor Leo really felt sorry for Eveline’s very hard life. Eveline smiled a small smile, which was even more appropriate as a sad smile. “Of course it’s worth it. I took out a loan from that company to pay for my mother’s medical expenses. And the house sold for one billion five hundred million dollars, and I paid half of the money into the company’s account. And the rest of the money, I bought a new house.” Eveline rubbed her arms together. “And as for the remaining loan debt that is still with the company, I will find a way to pay it all off soon. Moreover, I’ve quit working there, and am trying to find a new job now.” “Quit?!” Doctor Leo was even more surprised by Eveline’s words. “Eveline, how could you just decide to quit? Does your mother know about it too?” They both stopped their steps, and faced each other. That instantly made Killian immediately hide his body in a large wall there. But of course, still, he would continue to eavesdrop on the two people’s conversation. “No, Doctor Leo. I wasn’t so stupid as to tell my mother that I had stopped working.” Eveline shook her head quickly, while chuckling there. It felt very tight in her heart, as she recalled why she had decided to quit the company she had immersed herself in for the past two years. “Anyway, I sent my resignation letter this morning. And it’s possible that my boss has already received the letter. Besides, I’ve also made an agreement with my boss that I won’t run away until I return all the borrowed money to him.” “But Eveline, this is a very rash thing for you to do. How are you going to repay the loans without working there? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to keep working there, while earning money to repay the loans? Sorry, I’m a little curious, hope you don’t take offense.” “No problem Doctor. After all, I have also thought about all these things very well. And the main problem lies within the company itself. Which, I can never tell you. I will keep all of those things very deep. Therefore, I decided to leave, and stopped working at the company.” Hearing that, Doctor Leo was silent, and did not want to delve too much into the problems that Eveline was facing. Because, he had also asked too many questions about things that should be a limitation for him, to the patient’s family. Moreover, for a matter that should not involve himself now. “Then, I can only hope for the best for you now, Eveline. Moreover, with your mother’s condition still up and down right now, I really hope that you will pay more attention to the topic of your conversation. So that it won’t make your mother’s condition worse. The two-week evaluation period is coming to an end. If your mother’s condition remains unstable, up and down, then we, the doctors, will take a much longer evaluation time. And that won’t lead to anything good, Eveline. It will only increase the cost that you will have to pay later.” Eveline nodded with certainty. She thinned her lips, and no longer smiled a small smile like before. She was already very resigned, but also excited in her heart. “I know, and I promise, that I will not let my mother’s condition become unstable.” “Then, I have to go first. I need to see another patient.” Eveline nodded and allowed Doctor Leo to leave. After that, Eveline lowered her head, while sighing loudly. Truly, she felt very exhausted right now. But she had nowhere to go to tell her story to her heart’s content. All these things did not escape the sight of Killian who was still hiding in the wall now. Killian looked at Eveline with his eyes softening. He was getting more and more guilty about everything. Until finally, Killian no longer hid behind the wall, and walked over to Eveline who was still in the same position there. “Eveline?”

Eveline’s steps stopped, and she immediately rounded her eyes there. She never expected to meet Killian in the hospital area like this. Moreover, none of this was something she wanted to happen at all. Killian walked over to Eveline who was glued to the spot where she was standing now. Shortly after that, Killian stopped, and fell silent in front of Eveline, with a guilty look on his face. “Eveline, I… I want to say something.” Killian suddenly seemed to lose his strength to speak firmly now. The guilt that he had been feeling since the beginning, was suffocating himself even more. He never knew that such a feeling would actually affect his entire body. Eveline blinked her eyelids quickly. As if she immediately realized Killian’s presence in front of her now. “What are you doing here? How did you know I was in this hospital?“ ”I looked into it. But that’s not what I want to tell you.” “I don’t want to talk to you about anything. So please, leave now.” Eveline walked quickly past Killian, and tried not to pay any attention to Killian who started walking after her now. “Please, Eveline. Just once. Let’s talk just once. After that, you can ask me for anything.” Killian followed Eveline’s quick footsteps. “I don’t need another offer from you, Killian. I’ve already quit your company, and I think that’s enough to buy my freedom from you.” “I will not accept your letter of resignation, Eveline. You are still an employee of my company. Period.” Killian said loudly, and also firmly. The guilt and fear he felt now seemed to be merging into each other. Until it even more deceived Killian who was having trouble thinking clearly. “Oh, really?” Eveline immediately stopped walking, and quickly turned around, looking right at Killian who also stopped there. The two of them did not even care about the curious glances that many people in the hospital hallway area continued to give right now. Eveline was already too annoyed. “Didn’t I tell you that I would definitely pay back all the remaining borrowed money I got. I’ve already paid half of it, and the other billion will be paid soon. You don’t have to worry about me running away and not paying your precious money.” “I don’t care about the money, Eveline. Even from the beginning I never thought or even hoped that you would return all the money I gave you that night. It’s just…” Killian’s words were immediately interrupted by the expression on his face that looked hardened, holding back his emotions now. “It’s just that, if you had said from the beginning, that you needed to borrow that much money for your mother’s treatment in this hospital, then that night would never have happened, Eve.” “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Eveline averted her eyes. Hoping that all the things she had been hiding could not be known by Killian, or even by anyone else. She no longer wanted to live with the shade of pity that others gave her. It was enough, she struggled for years, and she lived with a very high determination, so that she could live without the mercy of others. To Eveline, living under the pity of others was like having no meaningful purpose in life in the future. “I know everything, Eveline. I heard what you and the doctor talked about. You should have told me that you needed money to pay for your sick mother’s medical expenses. You should have been very honest from the start, then that night would never have happened. Or at least, you wouldn’t hate me so much and avoid me like you do now.” Killian muttered, then raised both hands and rubbed his face roughly. He looked extremely frustrated, and almost lost his mind now. Never before, in Killian’s life, had he felt so guilty that his whole life was instantly suffocating. He didn’t even know how to cope with all the things that had happened since that night had started. “You never know about anything, Killian.” Eveline whispered, her eyes still looking straight ahead. She didn’t have enough energy to have a long talk with Killian. But really, deep in Eveline’s heart, she confirmed what Killian had just said to her. If only, she was telling the truth, maybe that night had never happened between them. “You shouldn’t have come to this hospital, and instead eavesdropped on the conversation I had with Doctor Leo. This isn’t even a realm you can just walk into, Killian. Remember your boundaries. Because all this time, I’ve always remembered my boundaries. But it seems like you will never follow the conditions I give you, right? You always violate those conditions even now.” Eveline shook her head with a faint movement. Then after that, she resumed walking, and this time Eveline’s destination was the hospital garden. Because it seemed, only that place was good enough to talk alone together with Killian. Moreover, all the people in the hallway were constantly looking at Eveline and Killian. It really made her feel very uncomfortable. Killian followed Eveline’s steps, walking right behind. Killian kept silent, with his eyes looking straight at Eveline’s back there. There was a strange feeling in his heart, and this time, it was not only guilt, but also longing. Killian wanted to run fast towards Eveline’s back, and hug that tiny body tightly now. But unfortunately, Killian would never be able to do any of those things now. I don’t know if it will be in the future. Killian really wished that all these things had never happened in the first place, then maybe, Eveline wouldn’t have been this cold to him. Before long, the two of them had arrived at the hospital garden, which was right at the back. Eveline immediately sat on one of the long empty benches there, and was followed by Killian. For a moment, they were both silent, and looked straight ahead. Until finally, Killian slightly turned his head, and looked at Eveline. Eveline let out her breath slowly, it felt very claustrophobic, with the fight inside her right now. But she couldn’t help it. “You never know what has happened. I can never tell people what’s really going on in my life. Whether it’s friends, family, companions, or other people who know me. I won’t be able to do that easily. I don’t want to live at the mercy of others.” “I don’t feel that way, Eveline. I do not pity you. I have never once burdened your life with pity. You know that very well. I… I never wanted to make you feel that way. I really did.” Eveline nodded faintly. Of course, she knew. It was just that she wanted to protect the feelings in her heart, which was currently feeling something she should never feel. “I know. You didn’t intend to make me feel that way. It’s just that, I’m afraid. If I’m going to experience all those things, and I won’t be able to get out of that circle easily in the future. I don’t want to be trapped living in someone’s arrangement.” “Eveline…” Killian ventured to grasp Eveline’s left palm there. “I just wanted to say that you could have told me from the start, if you needed to borrow that much money to pay for your mother’s medical expenses. Then all the agreements and conditions that we both put forward to each other that night would never have happened. Even that night will never happen.” Killian let out his breath slowly. “I’m not saying that I… don’t like what we did that night. It’s just that I kept feeling guilty. I can’t shake that feeling, especially when I found out that you used that money to pay for your mother’s medical expenses. If only I had known all this from the beginning, then I wouldn’t have taken advantage of you in such a way, Eveline. Really, I’m sorry. Because I was wrong too. I didn’t find out about all these things from the start. And because my ego was too high and my heart was too hard, I couldn’t think clearly when I said those things, without thinking that you would feel hurt by them.” Eveline who heard all that from Killian instantly turned her head, and looked at Killian. She could clearly see the sincerity, and also the seriousness that Killian said to her. Eveline’s eyes filled with tears, but she tried hard to hold them back now. “I’m also sorry, because I should have ventured to speak honestly to you back then. I didn’t have much choice, and I felt very desperate that day. Because my own sister didn’t even want to help me. And with my mother’s condition being so bad at the time, I had no other choice but to accept the offer you made that day.” They both fell silent again for a moment, and looked at each other. Killian’s grip on Eveline’s hand tightened, and his breathing became heavy now. “Eveline, if I were to ask you one thing, would you accept it?” Eveline hesitantly nodded. “Can you work for my company again?”

“I think that will be a discussion for another time, Killian. I can’t think about it now. I still need some time alone.” Eveline shook her head slowly. Then, she rose to her feet from her sitting position, and turned her gaze away from the silent Killian. “I have to go, and please, just go back to the office now. I don’t want anyone else to find out that you were in this hospital just to talk to me.” “Eveline.” Killian immediately rose to his feet, grabbed Eveline’s wrist, and prevented her from walking away. “I will leave now. But, please, think once more about what I am offering you. Go back to the company, and work hard there. So that one day you can become a successful woman, and I can entrust the new investor’s projects to you. I can’t trust anyone else. Please… work there again.” Eveline nodded her head vaguely. “Alright. I will think about it.” After that, Eveline let go of Killian’s hand, walked away, leaving Killian back in silence with his mind still foggy now. Killian clenched his palms together tightly. Even though he had managed to talk to Eveline, about all the things that had happened, it could still make Killian’s heart and mind feel uneasy right now. “What if later, Eveline still doesn’t want to come back to work at the company? What if Eveline still wants to leave and stay away from me? What can I do to make Eveline change her mind, and come back to work at the company? I have to do something.” Killian walked quickly from the park and out of the hospital area. He was thinking about something he had to do right now. Which, of course, could not be delayed any longer. Killian felt that what Eveline had said was one of the biggest opportunities he could utilize, so that Eveline could return to work at his company, and also be so close to him after this. With his hurried footsteps, Killian immediately got into his car, and ran the car at a moderate speed. “I will definitely be able to bring you back into the company, Eveline. I’ll never make a big mistake that keeps us apart again. I promise. I really do.” Eveline walked into her mother’s hospital room, sighing softly. Her mother was sleeping peacefully, and of course, Eveline did not want her arrival in the room to wake her mother up. After all, her mother was in desperate need of a good rest. Moreover, with all the things she had previously said, she had accidentally almost made her mother’s condition drop. Eveline did not want that to happen. She really wanted her mother to recover, and her condition would not drop again in the future. Eveline lay down on the simple long sofa in the hospital room, and looked up at the ceiling. Eveline was thinking about many things that were tightly bound to Killian. Eveline could not help herself, not to think about all the things Killian had said earlier. Of course, Eveline also had to think about Killian’s offer to be able to return to work at the company very well and carefully. Eveline didn’t want things that she didn’t want like before, to happen again, if she agreed to Killian’s offer to return to work there. Eveline has a lot of considerations to think about now. Moreover, about Killian who seems to be still very aggressively approaching her at this time. Eveline certainly didn’t want to let things that were out of her own control take over her sanity right now. ‘Come to think of it, it would be much better if I accepted Killian’s offer to return to the company. What’s more, I still can’t find a new job that has a sizable salary like there. Because after all, mother still needs quite a lot of money to support her treatment in the future, after mother is allowed to return home later.’ Eveline tilted her body on the sofa, and looked at her sleeping mother in silence. Eveline’s mind was racing, and she was very anxious. She certainly still had a lot to think about in order to find a new job, where the salary or income would probably be very far compared to the salary she had earned by working in Killian’s company so far. ‘By working again in the company, I might be able to raise money to pay back the remaining loan money I took from Killian. Also, I could have enough savings to have a small business. I’ll have to rack my brains to have a lot of savings.’ Eveline shifted her body again, and looked at the ceiling of the hospital room, while letting out her breath slowly. She felt that it was time to be less selfish. For the umpteenth time, Eveline felt that she should not be selfish in her life. Because there was still her mother who needed her, as the last hope, when her sister, Helena, would never be present in this life. ‘I’ll contact Killian tomorrow. I can’t just tell him my decision right now. Also, I haven’t thought much about what I’ll say to everyone in the company. About Killian coming to this hospital just to talk to me, and asking me to come back to work at the company. Really, I don’t want them all to think bad things about me, which seems to be attracting Killian’s attention right now.’ Eveline slowly closed her eyelids, and began to rest her whole body as well as her mind which felt very tired now. There was still time until tomorrow, for her to contact Killian, and say that she was willing to return to work in the company. On the other hand, Killian had just arrived at the company, and slightly ran into his room. Everyone looked at Killian curiously, but did not dare to make any assumptions about it. So they all finally left and went back to their respective jobs. Meanwhile, Killian, who was already inside the room, quickly called Caleb to come into his office. “Caleb, quickly order two baskets of fruit, and make sure they’re fresh. Then order a bouquet of flowers, and when you’re done, put everything in my car. I’ll be waiting until this afternoon. No matter the cost, order them immediately.” Killian spoke quickly, and Caleb nodded in understanding. Caleb immediately took out his phone and carried out Killian’s instructions. “And yes, Caleb, you must find out where Eveline’s current home is. Find her new address in full and send it to my phone number.” “Yes, sir. I’ll do it right away. If that’s all, I’ll take my leave.” Caleb hurriedly left Killian’s office and immediately carried out the task Killian had just given him. Meanwhile, Killian sat down in his chair and fell silent. “I’ll try my best to impress you, Eveline. I want to win your heart from now on. I’ve realized all of that.”

Knock Knock The sound of knocking on the door of the hospital room immediately woke Eveline, who sat up straight on the sofa. She was startled. Eveline had been sleeping so comfortably and soundly that she was still blinking her eyes to shake off the drowsiness she was still feeling. Before she could react further, the door to her mother’s hospital room opened, revealing someone carrying a fairly large bouquet of flowers. Behind that person was another person carrying two bouquets filled with fruits. The bouquets they were carrying were tall enough to cover the faces of the two people holding them. Seeing this, Eveline immediately widened her eyes and stood up quickly. “Who are you? And who are these from?” Eveline asked, glancing several times at her mother, who was still sleeping soundly there. Eveline furrowed her brow deeply when she didn’t receive an answer from the two people. The two stopped walking right in front of Eveline, who was still confused and startled by their presence there. Soon, the man standing directly in front of Eveline began to lower the bouquet of flowers and reveal his face. The other man was standing right behind him, also carrying two bouquets. “Killian? Caleb? You two?” Eveline muttered, her eyes widening. She was extremely surprised to see Killian and Caleb in her mother’s hospital room. “How did you two know where my mother’s hospital room is?” Killian smiled broadly, finding Eveline’s reaction quite adorable. Caleb, on the other hand, only gave a faint smile. “I asked a nurse, and she showed us your mother’s hospital room. We brought this for you and your mother.” Killian whispered, then walked over and placed the bouquet of flowers in his hand on the sofa behind Eveline. Caleb also placed the bouquet of fruits on the sofa. Eveline continued to look at the two of them there. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, Killian. I don’t want to bother you both. And… you shouldn’t have done this, Killian.” Eveline muttered. “It’s okay. Besides, I wanted to give all of this to you and your mother.” Killian slightly lowered his smile, and Caleb nodded slowly. “How is your mother? Is she feeling much better now?” He asked, turning his head to look at Eveline’s mother, who was still asleep. She seemed undisturbed by his presence and Caleb’s. “She’s a little better. She’s still being evaluated by the doctor. If her condition improves significantly in the next two weeks, she’ll be able to go home.” Eveline walked over to her mother’s bedside table and sat down on the small chair there. Killian followed her over and stood right beside her. Meanwhile, Caleb decided to step out of the hospital room to give Killian and Eveline some time to talk. Caleb, of course, understood that Killian still needed a lot of time to talk with Eveline. Killian looked at Eveline’s mother and was immediately reminded of his late mother. He felt a pang of longing, but he had never been good at expressing his feelings, even back then. “Eveline, I just want you to know that I truly want to do something to help convince you to return to work at the company. Don’t see this offer as something that’s trapping you. Honestly, I don’t want you to think that way.” Killian explained immediately. Eveline nodded her head subtly. Of course, she understood perfectly well what Killian had done and said. However, Eveline didn’t know how she could return to work at Killian’s company without making others suspicious, given that Killian himself had tried so hard to offer her a job. Especially with the resignation letter Eveline had just handed to Lily that morning. It would feel incredibly odd if everyone who knew she had left and was no longer working at the company suddenly saw her returning the next day. “I know, Killian. It’s just that I’m a little worried about what others will think if I return to work at your company after submitting my resignation letter to the office this morning. There will be a lot of questions from all the employees at the office if I return to work tomorrow. I don’t want everyone to start suspecting me.” “Why are you so preoccupied with what others think? Why don’t you focus on your own desires and hopes? Or at least, think about someone who still depends on you so much.” Killian spoke firmly. This time, he understood Eveline’s mindset, which was so fearful and anxious about other people’s opinions. Something he couldn’t tolerate. Because the life we have is not someone else’s. “I know that. I still have many hopes and dreams. But in this world, life will never be free from the opinions of others.” Eveline sighed slowly. She looked very tired, but Eveline was trying not to show it all now. “Moreover, I used to receive a lot of comments and opinions from others about everything I did and everything that happened in my life. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I’m always worried and afraid of what others think about me. And it feels suffocating.” Killian immediately sat down on the floor next to Eveline, startling her. “What are you doing, Killian? Don’t sit on the floor; sit on the sofa, and we can talk comfortably there. You don’t want to get your clothes dirty.” Eveline muttered, panicking, as she stood up from the small chair she was sitting on and grabbed Killian’s shoulders to help him stand up. Killian looked at Eveline with a sad expression. It had been a long time since Killian had interacted so closely with Eveline like this. Killian simply obeyed when Eveline pulled him to sit on the sofa, and once he was seated, Eveline quickly arranged the bouquets so she could sit on the sofa next to Killian. “Alright, now speak. Don’t crouch on the floor like that again.” Eveline whispered. “Alright.” Killian smiled faintly. “I just wanted to say that whatever you want to do, you should do it, as long as it brings you happiness. Don’t let yourself be too concerned about what others think, to the point where it hinders your progress.” “I understand, Killian. But I also have to consider what my office colleagues might think if I return to work.” “That’s not a problem. I’ll help you so they won’t have much to say about your return to the company.” “Are you sure you want to help me again?” “Of course. So, Eveline? Do you want to come back to work at my company again?” Eveline paused for a moment, then smiled. “Sure. I’ll work.”

“Thank you for the fruit and flowers,” Eveline said as she, Killian, and Caleb arrived at the hospital parking lot. Earlier, Killian had decided to go home immediately to take care of some work that had been delayed with Caleb, and Eveline had decided to accompany them on their walk to the parking lot. “No problem. Besides, it’s only proper to bring something when visiting someone who’s sick.” Killian replied with a wide smile on his face. For the first time, Eveline saw how pure Killian’s smile looked in front of her. Even long before that, Killian was very rarely seen smiling so broadly; if he did smile, it was only a faint smile that was barely noticeable to others. “Oh, by the way. Please convey my regards and Caleb’s to your mother when she wakes up later.” Eveline nodded firmly. “Of course. I’ll tell my mother later.” Eveline smiled faintly. Killian nodded slowly. Caleb had already opened the car door for Killian. Killian slowly got into the car, and Caleb immediately closed the door, then ran to the other side of the car. Killian lowered the car window and looked at Eveline, who was still silent. “Alright then. I have to go now, and yes, see you tomorrow at the office, Eveline.” “Sure.” Eveline agreed with Killian. Although, in truth, she didn’t want to come in tomorrow. Perhaps it would be very rude of Eveline to say this directly to Killian now. However, she still didn’t know what Killian’s plan was, so that all the staff at the office wouldn’t wonder why she was back at work, even after handing in her resignation letter that morning. In her opinion, it would look very suspicious if Eveline came in tomorrow. After that, Killian rolled up the car window again, and the car drove out of the hospital area at a moderate speed. Eveline exhaled slowly. The day felt quite long for Eveline now. But what could she do? She was just following the course of life. Eveline turned around and re-entered the hospital area, specifically her mother’s ward. Upon entering the room, Eveline saw that her mother had already woken up and was sitting leaned against her bedside table. “Mom, you’re awake?” Eveline asked as she walked toward her mother’s bedside table. “Yes, I just woke up. Where have you been? And… who sent the fruits and flowers? Was there a visitor who came to see me earlier? Was it Helena?” Her mother immediately asked many questions at once. Eveline’s breath caught in her throat when her mother mentioned Helena’s name. What could she say about Helena now? “Yes, Mom, there were guests who came earlier. My boss and a colleague from the office. They both brought us fruits and flowers. When they arrived earlier, you were sleeping, and they didn’t want to wake you up. So, they only stayed for a short while. I just escorted them both to the parking lot.” Her mother nodded slowly. She glanced at the fruits on the sofa and fell silent again. Eveline continued to watch the changes in her mother’s expression and sighed. “It seems Helena is very busy, Mom. So she hasn’t had time to visit you yet. Later, when she’s not busy anymore, she’ll definitely come here.” Eveline said, trying to cheer up and calm her mother’s feelings now. Though, in truth, Eveline knew very well that all of that was in vain. Eveline walked toward the sofa, opened one of the fruit bouquets, and took an orange and an apple from there. Then she approached her mother’s nightstand to peel the skin off both fruits so she could give them to her mother, who was still silent. “Mother, you know, Eveline. Helena, your younger sister, isn’t busy with her work. She just wants to avoid you and me. You already know Helena’s nature well. She hates you so much because of your behavior in the past. After all, you raised both of you too harshly in life. Forgive me, I should not have forbidden you from pursuing your dreams in the past. I have been too involved in all of your decisions since your father passed away. I didn’t know what to do to raise my children to have a better life than mine.” Her mother immediately gripped Eveline’s hand tightly as she was peeling the orange skin there. Both of their eyes immediately welled up with tears. Eveline had indeed felt hurt by her mother, just as Helena had. However, she didn’t want to feel too hurt by someone who had worked so hard to support her and Helena since their father’s death. Unfortunately, Helena couldn’t understand that very well, as she still couldn’t forget the hurt she felt toward their mother. And Eveline could no longer give advice to Helena. Because it would still end in vain if she did so. Helena’s stubborn nature and refusal to listen to others’ opinions were her own misfortune. Who knows when Helena could change from her stubborn nature. “It’s okay, Mom. It’s your job to raise us however you see fit. I know what we went through back then might have been a bit too harsh for kids our age. But look at me now, I’m working at a big company with a great career path. And Helena is doing well too.” Eveline rubbed her mother’s hand and tried to calm her down. “Mom, don’t worry about Helena. I’m sure she’ll come here to visit later. I’ll contact Helena and talk to her about all this.” Her mother shook her head quickly. “No need, Eveline. If Helena wants to come here, it must come from her own desire. Even if she comes here because of your request, I’m certain she’ll do it with a lot of resentment. I don’t want to hurt your heart again with Helena’s behavior like that. Let her do whatever she wants from now on, or even from the past.” Hearing her mother’s words, Eveline sighed heavily. Everything her mother had said was true. Because Helena would definitely come here with much humiliation, embarrassing herself and their mother as well. Of course, Eveline never wanted that to happen. Helena’s past behavior and mischief had already embarrassed her and her mother enough. Not anymore. “Of course.” Eveline nodded her head and returned her focus to peeling the orange, giving the pieces to her mother one by one. Eveline decided to eat the apple she had taken earlier directly, without peeling the skin. She needed a distraction. On one hand, there was Killian, and on the other, there was Helena. Drrrttt Drrrttt Eveline’s phone vibrated in her pants pocket. Quickly, Eveline checked her phone and found a message sent by the delivery service. Oh yes, she had just remembered about all the items in her old house. Miss Eveline, all your items from your old house have been brought to your new house. We are all waiting for you in front of the house. Can you come soon? So we can pack your items into your new house. Of course, sir. I’ll be there shortly. Please wait for me. Eveline replied to the message. “Mom, I have to go home now. I need to arrange some items from our old house to our new house. The delivery service I hired is waiting.” Eveline muttered as she put her phone into her bag, still chewing on an apple in her mouth. “Yes, okay. You go home first. I can manage on my own. Besides, there’s a nurse here.” Eveline nodded and left immediately. She ran out of the hospital grounds and hailed a taxi in front of the building. Eveline immediately gave the taxi driver the full address of her new home while finishing the apple she was holding. Soon after, a call from Lily came in on her phone, and Eveline answered it right away. “Yes, Lily? What’s up?” “There’s new information from Mr. Killian, and it’s about you, Eveline.” “Huh? What new information? I haven’t heard anything yet.” “Mr. Killian said your resignation letter was rejected because there’s a major project with investors that you’re handling. He said you can’t resign or stop working while you’re in charge of the project.” “Oh my gosh, so what should I do?” Eveline pretended not to know, and Killian’s plan seemed to have worked, so as not to shock all the staff with her returning to work at the company. “Yes, you have to come back, Eveline. He looked pretty upset when he received your resignation letter this morning. He was even shocked and didn’t believe it. So a few hours later, he decided that your resignation letter wasn’t accepted. So, you’re still an employee at this company. And yes, you’ll be handling all the projects with the investors.” “That means Killian’s plan worked. I can go back to work there tomorrow. That man is different now.”

“Oh, thank goodness you can come back to work here, Eveline.” Lily said when she saw Eveline arrive at the office this morning. Lily even got up from her desk and walked over to Eveline. She smiled broadly, looking very relieved. Eveline nodded and forced a small smile on her face. “Yes… that’s right.” She replied with a hint of reluctance. This morning, Killian had contacted her and said it would be better if she came to the office today, and of course, that came with a message containing a rather forceful command. “Why? You… you don’t look happy?” Lily stopped smiling and immediately changed her expression to one of slight confusion. Eveline shrugged her shoulders and shifted her gaze elsewhere. She had to act a little in the office this morning, on her first day back there. After all, she was acting, wasn’t she? So that no one in the office would suspect her or Killian at the moment. “I don’t know… I feel a little anxious.” Eveline murmured softly. “After all, the project with the investors is one of the biggest projects for this office. But I’m too small to be trusted to handle a project as big and risky as that.” Eveline shifted her gaze and looked back at Lily, who remained silent and listened to her words. “I feel a little insecure about all of this. The trust of many people will rest on my shoulders, and I’m a little… you know. I feel a bit insecure.” “Don’t feel that way, Eveline.” Lily immediately reached out her right hand and placed it on Eveline’s left shoulder, patting it a few times. As if giving Eveline a little strength as she began to lower her head. “I’m absolutely certain that you’re the only one capable of handling this major project. Besides, this is a huge opportunity to advance your current position.” Lily lowered her hand and moved closer to Eveline, then glanced to the right and left. As if making sure no one else could hear their conversation. “And actually, I heard a rumor that Mr. Killian plans to promote some staff members in the company. I don’t know who they are. But it could be you.” “Me?” Eveline pointed at herself with her right index finger. She started whispering as she spoke. With her eyes wide open, she couldn’t believe what Lily had just said. What’s more, she herself had never heard anything about the rumors surrounding her in recent times. And all of this was truly shocking to her. “How could I get a promotion? I’m just an ordinary marketing staff member. And I was only asked to handle the investor project by chance. I think… there are still many people who are far more deserving of that promotion than I am.” Eveline replied in a whisper, glancing at the employees who were beginning to arrive at the office that morning. She had no idea what the consequences might be if someone else were to overhear her conversation with Lily at that moment. “I know. I know. It’s just that I’ve been hearing rumors about it lately. And when you decided to quit yesterday, the rumors spread even more among the staff. Some were very excited, while others were very worried. They all hoped for a promotion, and Mr. Killian is rarely the kind of boss who gives many opportunities for staff in this office to get such a promotion.” Eveline wiped her forehead, which was starting to feel dizzy and was now covered in sweat. “Ah, I don’t know anything, Lily. Honestly, I only heard about the promotion rumors today. That’s all, I heard it from you. However, I can only hope that everything that will happen will be for the best. Lily nodded her head in agreement with what Eveline had just said. Lily herself also really hoped that she could get a promotion or a higher position in her current job as a receptionist at the office. Of course, all employees working in a large office or company also hope for a promotion in their careers. A promotion would certainly affect their salary, which would naturally increase. And Eveline seemed fully aware of all that. “I… I need to go to my office right away. Maybe I’ll get more information about this.” Eveline muttered quickly there. “Alright. Don’t forget to let me know if you get any new information later.” Eveline responded with a quick nod, then immediately left Lily there to enter the marketing staff room. Everyone seemed normal when she returned to the office today. And for some reason, Eveline felt quite odd about the atmosphere she was sensing at the moment. It was truly uncomfortable. “Could it be that this is just my imagination? After all, there is no significant difference between all the staff in this office. And besides, I only missed one day, and that was yesterday. Ugh, this is all because of Killian. If only he had given me a little time to think, and come up with a good and proper reason for my resignation letter yesterday, maybe my feelings wouldn’t feel so strange right now.” Eveline’s inner voice spoke. Eveline sat in her usual work chair, glancing around the marketing staff room several times. All the marketing staff had arrived and were starting to work on their respective tasks. But that didn’t immediately make Eveline feel calm about all the possibilities in her mind right now. She just didn’t know what to say. “Eveline?” Caleb’s voice suddenly rang out, calling Eveline. “Yes?” Eveline stood up from her seat and immediately looked toward Caleb, who was standing right in front of the marketing staff room door. Caleb’s arrival in the marketing staff room naturally caused some of the other marketing staff to glance at Caleb and Eveline alternately. “What’s up, Caleb?” Eveline asked again. “Mr. Killian is calling you to come to his office immediately. He said to bring the investor project files with you.” Caleb explained in his usual stiff, cold, and flat tone. Caleb was known as one of Killian’s most trusted employees, with a very rigid personality. That is why Caleb is quite respected by many employees working in Killian’s company. Eveline immediately nodded her head quickly. “Alright. I’ll go there right away.” She replied. After hearing Eveline’s response, Caleb turned around and left the marketing staff area to return to his own work. Meanwhile, Eveline hurriedly took the investor project files she had stored in the drawer, holding them in her left hand, while her right hand reached for her bag. She then walked out of the room toward Killian’s office. Eveline gripped the files tightly, trying to distract herself from the emptiness she felt and the many things she shouldn’t be thinking about right now. Not to mention the rather uncomfortable feeling she was experiencing at the moment. Eveline didn’t want the strange feelings she was experiencing today to affect her performance in working on the project files. Knock Knock Eveline knocked softly on Killian’s door and waited. “Come in!” After hearing the reply, Eveline immediately opened the door and entered the room. Eveline remained silent as she looked at Killian’s serious face staring at the laptop in front of him. For Eveline, the atmosphere in Killian’s room reminded her of the day she asked him for a loan to pay for her mother’s medical treatment. The day she agreed to spend a night with Killian. Something that, to this day, Eveline could not easily forget, even though she tried to hide her true feelings. “Mr. Killian? Did you call me?” Eveline asked in a soft voice. She remained standing stiffly in the middle of the room, quite a distance from Killian’s desk. “Yes, Eveline.” Killian looked up from his laptop and gazed at Eveline, who stood there silently, doing nothing. “I just wanted to say that you and I will be attending another investor meeting in New York in two days.” “What?! New York?! In two days?!” Eveline exclaimed involuntarily, her eyes widening upon hearing what Killian had just said. Eveline panicked immediately. Killian nodded quickly and looked seriously at Eveline, who was still in shock. “Yes, that’s right. I’ll take care of all the departure documents, and yes, make sure someone can look after your mother while we’re in New York for two weeks.” “Two weeks?!” This was even more shocking to Eveline, who had not yet fully accepted the information Killian had given her earlier. Killian smiled faintly. ‘That means I can spend a lot of time with you, Eveline.’

“You… you’re not joking, are you, Killian?” Eveline no longer spoke formally, because she was still feeling shocked. After all, what Killian had said seemed impossible for her to do at the moment. And again, on the trip to New York later, it was certain that only she and Killian would be going. Maybe Caleb would come too. But that seemed highly unlikely given Killian’s cunning nature. The stiff-necked man must have thought everything through carefully before finally telling Eveline about their plans to travel to New York together this morning. “Of course not, Eve. You know very well that I never joke about what I say. Especially with what I’ve said to others. And one of them is you, Eveline. I never joke about what I’ve said, even if it’s hard to believe.” Killian shook his head slowly, chuckling softly. He was truly delighted by the expression on Eveline’s face, who was still standing there in shock right in front of him. However, Killian found it very difficult to hide the smile or even the small chuckle that escaped his lips now. It seemed impossible for Killian to hold back his laughter in front of Eveline at that moment. “I can’t.” Eveline shook her head quickly. The surprise she had felt earlier had turned into annoyance toward Killian. Especially with the mischievous expression on Killian’s face right in front of her at that moment. It felt like Killian was mocking her for the reaction she had shown after hearing what he had said earlier. “But why? Is something wrong? Besides, this is just a regular business trip.” Killian immediately changed his expression. He was no longer chuckling there. Killian’s forehead began to furrow deeply. Killian even stood up from his chair and walked closer to Eveline. “I can’t go with you to New York for that business trip, Killian. I also can’t leave my mother alone in the hospital.” Eveline explained again. Her body tensed slightly as Killian stood so close in front of her. “You can contact your brother or your mother’s brother, Eveline.” “You don’t understand at all, Killian.” Eveline sighed heavily. “What don’t I understand if you haven’t told me the reason?” “I can’t. I don’t have…” Eveline paused for a moment, recalling Helena’s words from that day. “I don’t have anyone I can rely on to take care of my mother in the hospital. My mother doesn’t have a husband or other relatives she can rely on either. And I can’t bring myself to leave my mother alone to go on a business trip to New York for two weeks. That’s even beyond the timeframe for evaluating my mother’s health condition at the hospital.” Eveline wiped her sweaty face. “I can’t do that, Killian. Even if I agreed to go with you to New York on that business trip, I might not be able to think clearly. I wouldn’t be able to focus on the work there. I think you should find someone else to bring along.” “I can’t, Eveline. I can’t replace you as the person who’s been handling this major project with the investors. What would I tell the investors if they found out I replaced you in this major project with them all?” Killian paused, then sighed heavily. It all feels so complicated now. “They all, the investors, will probably say that I’m incompetent for bringing my own people or staff into this project. They might even say that my company can’t be trusted. What’s more, they all really liked it when you explained this project to them. I can’t replace you.” Hearing this from Killian, Eveline immediately felt very confused. On the one hand, she really wanted to go on the business trip to New York. But on the other hand, she was also worried about who would take care of her mother in the hospital while she was away. Eveline felt she didn’t have the right to ask Dr. Leo to pay more attention to and take care of her mother. After all, Dr. Leo only worked professionally. Eveline couldn’t possibly use that to her own advantage at this time. “Then what should I do, Killian? I can’t leave my mother alone in the hospital and go back to our new home by myself.” Eveline looked at Killian, who also seemed to be thinking now. Killian had previously thought that after telling Eveline about their business trip to New York, everything would go smoothly. Who knew that, given Eveline’s mother’s current condition, it would become a situation whose outcome was difficult to predict. Nevertheless, Killian himself was already firmly resolved to go on this business trip with Eveline. He couldn’t let it fail so easily. Because Killian had been thinking about this plan since last night. “All right, then.” Killian muttered, neutralizing his expression, then looking directly at Eveline, who now looked hesitant. “I will hire a special nurse to take care of and help your mother in the hospital until she returns to your new home.” “You can’t do that. I don’t want to owe you anything else. I haven’t paid the remaining money I owe you. I can’t accept any more help. What we did that night was enough.” Eveline said frantically. She even raised both her hands, making a gesture as if rejecting the idea Killian had just mentioned. “This isn’t about debt or anything like that, Eveline.” Killian stepped closer to Eveline and murmured softly. “I truly want to help. That’s all. That way, you can go on the business trip to New York with me without worrying about your mother’s condition at the hospital. I’ll personally ensure that the nurse who will take care of, accompany, and assist your mother is highly competent. So you can trust her.” Eveline fell silent for a moment, then began to think about everything. It would be beneficial to accept Killian’s help now, if she truly wanted to go on the business trip to New York. Moreover, Eveline’s mother would certainly not object if she were trying to further advance her current career. However, Eveline felt she needed to be cautious about what Killian might do next. “I have to accept Killian’s help once again. I also can’t trust or rely on Helena to take care of my mother. Because she hates my mother so much. But I also have to be cautious about what Killian will do later. For some reason, I also feel suspicious of him.” “Alright, I’ll accept it.”

Eveline entered the marketing staff room with slow steps. She had finished talking to Killian, and she felt the same way. To Eveline, it seemed as if Killian was planning something for her, and for some reason, it felt like it involved something Eveline had never expected before. To be honest, Eveline was actually feeling quite cautious and worried about what Killian was preparing for their upcoming business trip to New York. However, Eveline didn’t want to overthink what might happen. As she entered the marketing staff room and walked toward her desk, Eveline felt increasingly uneasy about the atmosphere and situation in the room. Truly, that strange feeling seemed unwilling to leave and disappear from within her since this morning. And Eveline was fully aware of all that, even now. She had realized it since entering the marketing staff room, where everyone there seemed unusually quiet and rarely spoke to her as they usually did. Eveline furrowed her brow deeply. Krek She sat down in her chair, then turned on her laptop on the desk, her eyes fixed on all the other marketing staff sitting in front of her and beside her. That was right. They all looked very quiet, focused on whatever they were doing at the moment. Eveline even glanced at Mr. Jose, the marketing manager who was usually very sociable with his subordinates. Now, Mr. Jose didn’t seem sociable at all. He seemed moody. “What’s really going on right now? What’s happened to everyone? Have I missed out on other information at the office too?” Eveline’s mind was filled with questions. Quickly, Eveline grabbed her phone while waiting for her laptop, which took a long time to load every time she turned it on. Eveline typed a short message on her phone to send to Lily’s number. Hey, have I missed out on more information about what’s happening in this office? I’ve noticed a lot of odd behavior from my fellow marketing staff since this morning. Have I done something that made them act so cold today? Eveline felt herself overthinking the change in attitude displayed by the other staff members, as well as the atmosphere they had created in the marketing staff room today. And Eveline didn’t like it one bit. Eveline waited for the message she had just sent to Lily to turn blue. Eve… I told you this morning, didn’t I? Mr. Killian is offering a great opportunity for staff and managers to get promoted. That’s why they’re all so focused on their work and performing so well. Still, why are they all so quiet now? And they all seem to be avoiding me. Maybe it’s just my feelings and thoughts. But I feel quite uncomfortable with their sudden change like this. Eveline typed out a reply and sent it to Lily. Eveline occasionally glanced at her marketing staff colleagues there, and still, none of them were talking to each other or even greeting one another. They were all focused on their documents and laptops. But truly, everything felt very strange and unfamiliar to Eveline at the moment. Yes, it’s not just in the marketing staff room, Eveline. It’s happening in all the staff rooms. Don’t worry, Eveline. We’re all striving for a promotion, which is rarely granted by Mr. Killian. I’m also working very hard to get the chance for a promotion from Mr. Killian. Reading Lily’s reply message, Eveline fell silent. Upon further reflection, what Lily had just said was true. Eveline herself also really hoped that she could get promoted now. Therefore, Eveline sighed slowly and replied to Lily’s message. You’re right, Lily. I shouldn’t overthink everything. In that case, let’s fight for the opportunity to get promoted at this office. Mr. Killian will definitely give opportunities to those who work hard, right? That’s right, Eveline. Therefore, I want to work even harder to get the opportunity to be promoted at this office. After all, with a promotion, our salaries will also increase. I really need this opportunity so I can buy a new house for my younger sibling. You know, right? My younger sibling has just graduated from school and will be entering college. They still need a lot of money for the future. I pray that everything we desire will come true someday. Alright, then, I have to get back to work and finish the tasks Mr. Killian assigned yesterday. I’ll also get back to work now, Eveline. After reading Lily’s message, Eveline immediately turned off her phone and began working on the reports she needed to complete in the marketing department first. Once all the marketing work is done, Eveline will immediately rush to prepare other reports that she and Killian will take to New York in the next two days. However, a two-day timeframe feels extremely short to prepare everything she needs to bring and complete. Not to mention informing her mother about her departure with Killian to New York for a business trip and to meet with other investors. Additionally, how will Eveline explain all of this to her mother or to Dr. Leo? After all, her mother’s condition, which was still under evaluation and would soon be concluded, would be quite complicated if she didn’t hear it herself. But Eveline tried to stay calm and trust the nurse that Killian would hire to help her take care of her mother while she was in New York. “I hope you’re not deceiving me with all the plans you’ve made for your business trip to New York in two days, Killian. If not, I won’t be able to stop myself from hating you even more. Because for some reason, I feel like all of this is part of your cunning plan. You’re just that kind of man, Killian. But really, I truly hope that everything in my mind right now is not what will actually happen.”

“Do you think what I’ve planned for Eveline is right?” Killian gazed at the ceiling of his office with a distant look in his eyes. He had thought about this a lot, and yes, he had finally decided to take Eveline on a business trip to New York. “In my opinion, the plan you’ve made is a bit risky, sir.” Caleb answered honestly. He was genuinely very concerned about Killian’s business trip with Eveline the day after tomorrow. However, from the start, he didn’t have the courage to voice his opinion unless Killian asked first. Moreover, Caleb was well aware of Killian’s nature, which made it difficult for him to act according to his true feelings. “Risky? But why? What’s wrong with my plan?” Killian immediately shifted his gaze from the ceiling of the room and looked at Caleb, who was standing right in front of his desk. Killian looked confused and curious now. He felt he didn’t need to maintain his image when he was with Caleb and Eveline. Because the two of them had become important people in his life. “Of course it’s risky, Mr. Killian. After all, by going on a business trip with Miss Eveline, she will definitely think something inappropriate about you. Although, I don’t know what the actual problem is between the two of you. It’s just that, several times when I saw Miss Eveline, she seemed a little uncomfortable with your slightly different behavior towards her, compared to other people.” Caleb explained his thoughts very carefully to Killian at that moment. Killian fell silent, pondering what Caleb had just said. Eventually, he nodded slowly in agreement. Killian agreed with what Caleb had said. “You’re right. I should have noticed that, on several occasions, Eveline seemed uncomfortable around me. I just didn’t think much about it. I just wanted to be near her, and I deliberately planned a business trip to New York with her, just so we could spend a lot of time together.” Killian paused, then sighed heavily. He seemed to be regretting the plan he had thought of earlier. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Caleb furrowed his brow as he listened to Killian’s mutterings. But still, he didn’t say anything about it. Meanwhile, Killian stood up from the chair he was sitting on and walked toward Caleb. Then he stopped, leaning against the desk in the room. “But I’ve already invited Eveline to come with me to New York. I’ve even hired the best nurse to accompany her mother, who is still in the hospital. Do you think all of that will still make Eveline feel uncomfortable with me?” Killian immediately felt worried. Moreover, he had already prepared everything he and Eveline would need for the trip to New York. “I think all the preparations you’ve made so far won’t be a big issue, Mr. Killian. You just need to soften your rigid and cold demeanor toward others. Additionally, you should start being more friendly toward others. Or act more freely. Perhaps that could make Miss Eveline feel much more comfortable with you in the future.” “I truly hope that can happen in the right way. However, I’m not very confident, given the mistake I’ve made with Eveline.” “If you don’t mind, what mistake did you actually make with Miss Eveline that led to the current situation between the two of you?” Caleb could no longer contain the curiosity he’d felt since first observing the interactions between Killian and Eveline over the past few days. Killian fell silent. ‘After all, Caleb is a friend and someone I’ve always trusted. He’s been a very loyal colleague of mine. At least, if I really need Caleb’s opinion and input, I need to tell him everything that has happened between me and Eveline now.” “Actually… something did happen between me and Eveline. It was quite complicated, and even today, I deeply regret it. And I know very well that I can’t turn back time. But I truly hope to fix everything that’s happened between the two of us. It’s just that I often feel unsure about what I’ve planned.” “What exactly have you done?” “I’ve slept with Eveline.” *** ‘I’ll go home now and head straight to the hospital. My work is all done, and I have enough time to go home earlier this afternoon. Once I arrive at the hospital, I’ll immediately explain the business trip to New York with Killian to my mother. Oh God, please let everything go smoothly. I don’t want anything to happen that I don’t want to happen later.’ Eveline’s mind was filled with prayers. After closing her eyes several times, Eveline opened them again and immediately packed all her belongings, placing everything into her bag. She was fully prepared to leave the marketing staff room right away. Even so, Eveline still looked around and glanced at all the staff, including Mr. Jose, who still looked busy with their files and laptops. It would be rude for her to leave without saying goodbye. “Everyone, I have to go home early today. My work is all done,” Eveline said softly as she stood up from her chair and gathered her bag and belongings. Mr. Jose and all the marketing staff immediately turned their gaze toward Eveline and smiled warmly at her. “Of course, Eveline. Be careful on your way home.” They said in unison. Eveline nodded and returned their warm smiles, then quickly walked out of the room. Occasionally, Eveline glanced at the small watch on her wrist, then at the elevator usually used by Killian. It would be best if the two of them didn’t meet this afternoon. Because Eveline needed to clear her mind of all the negative thoughts that had been filling her mind about the business trip to New York with Killian. “Don’t worry, dear. Everything will be fine. I’m sure I’ll get this promotion, so you don’t have to worry about your tuition fees later.” The voice immediately made Eveline stop in her tracks, and she quickly walked toward the source of the voice. Eveline peered at a fairly high wall on the side of the company building, where she could see Lily sitting cross-legged with a cell phone pressed to her right ear. “Lily?”

“Lily, what are you doing there?” Eveline walked closer to Lily, who immediately turned off her phone and stood up from her crouching position. Lily looked awkward when she saw Eveline approaching her. She even tried to avert her gaze from Eveline, who was now standing right next to her. Eveline furrowed her brow, continuing to look at Lily curiously. “What’s wrong, Lily? Do you have a problem?” Eveline asked again when Lily didn’t immediately answer her previous question. Lily shook her head quickly and boldly looked at Eveline, forcing a smile on her lips. “No. No. It’s not a big problem. I just… I just called my younger sister. Um, I have to get back to work now. See you tomorrow, Eveline.” Lily answered quickly and ran back into the office. She left Eveline standing there, staring at Lily’s back with curiosity. Eveline had never seen Lily look so nervous and unable to speak smoothly like she usually did. However, Eveline didn’t want to pry too much right now. “Maybe Lily has a problem with her younger sister and doesn’t want me to know. Besides, that makes sense too. In any case, it was Lily’s personal matter and very private. I shouldn’t have interfered or known about it,” Eveline muttered, turning around and walking away from the place. Eveline decided to take a taxi again this afternoon to go to the hospital and explain everything she would be doing in two days. That is, a business trip to New York with Killian. Eveline opened her phone and played with some of her social media apps. There wasn’t much she could find, except checking Helena’s social media and seeing what new things Helena was currently doing or had already done. Nevertheless, she never contacted Helena again, nor did Helena ever contact her or their mother. Eveline looked at Helena’s social media, filled with new photos showcasing the luxury Helena was flaunting. Eveline sighed deeply. If only Helena didn’t harbor such resentment toward their mother, perhaps she could forgive Helena now. But she couldn’t. And Eveline couldn’t. ‘If only Helena could think clearly about what she’s done and worked on all this time. Though I’ve never known what Helena’s been doing, I just hope she’ll always be okay with her current situation.’ Eveline’s inner voice spoke. After that, she turned off her phone again and put it back in her bag. Eveline looked out the taxi window at the scenery passing by. There were many things that were still Eveline’s dreams, which felt quite difficult for her to achieve now. However, she was truly trying her best at the moment. Without Eveline realizing it, Killian was following the taxi she was riding in right behind her. Killian was driving his own car, while Caleb was heading home to Killian’s house by taxi. Killian had been watching Eveline’s movements all along, as she was returning home much earlier than the other employees. Killian quickly followed the taxi Eveline was riding in at a moderate speed. “Maybe Eveline will go to the hospital this afternoon, and I can use this opportunity to meet Eveline’s mother again. At least, I can hope that Eveline’s mother might like me, and who knows, maybe I can get the green light to build a connection with Eveline afterward. Goodness, what am I thinking now? Why am I thinking about all these things when Eveline herself still seems quite uncomfortable with my presence around her all this time?” Killian shook his head quickly. Occasionally, he laughed at what was going on in his own mind. Killian felt very silly about what was on his mind at the moment. At that moment, he himself was not too sure about Eveline’s feelings towards him. How could he feel so confident about everything that was on his mind right now? It was truly unreasonable for someone like Killian to think that way now. Soon, the taxi Eveline was riding in stopped right in front of the hospital. She got out of the taxi after paying the fare. Killian stopped his car a good distance away and made sure Eveline had entered the hospital building first. After Eveline went inside, Killian drove his car into the hospital parking lot. Hurrying his steps, he followed Eveline, who was already quite far ahead of him, through the hospital corridors. Earlier, Killian had stopped briefly to buy some snacks and drinks at the hospital cafeteria. At least, he needed to appear as though he was bringing something for Eveline and her mother. A small smile appeared on Killian’s lips, and he hoped that all the plans he had already made would go smoothly now. Killian continued walking toward Eveline’s mother’s hospital room, with a smile on his face. But soon, Killian’s footsteps stopped when he saw Eveline still standing in front of his mother’s hospital room, chatting with Dr. Leo. Killian immediately pretended to be busy and kept himself occupied there so that Eveline wouldn’t see him directly. “Your mother’s condition has improved significantly now, Eveline. And in a few days, she’ll be able to go home. I’ve already asked the nurse on duty to prepare the medications your mother will need at home.” Dr. Leo explained. “I’m very grateful for that, Doctor. I’m also deeply thankful for what you and the nurses have done to ensure my mother’s condition is much better than before. I’m very happy to hear that.” Eveline replied, pausing for a moment, with a small smile on her lips. “But, for the next few days, I won’t be able to come here for a while. I have work outside the city and will have to leave my mother alone in the hospital. But my boss is helping by hiring a nurse to take care of my mother while she’s still in the hospital. Could you also assist the nurse later if she’s a bit unsure about everything my mother needs as usual?” “Of course, Eveline. I will also continue to help your mother until it is time for her to return home. Don’t worry. Your mother is very healthy now, so you can focus more on your work.” Dr. Leo nodded and reached out to pat Eveline gently on the shoulder. Of course, this did not escape Killian’s gaze, who was still hiding. Killian clenched his fists tightly, glaring sharply at Dr. Leo. He felt angry and… jealous. “Alright, doctor, thank you so much again. I need to go inside and speak directly with my mother.” Eveline murmured. Dr. Leo withdrew his hand and nodded. “Of course. I also need to get back to work now.” After that, Dr. Leo and Eveline both left and continued with their respective activities.

Killian walked closer to Eveline’s mother’s hospital room and found Eveline cleaning some things in the room. Killian peeked in like a young boy full of curiosity. Killian couldn’t help himself from doing that. Killian had never felt anything new like what he was feeling for Eveline now. Though Killian felt that he hadn’t fully realized what he was feeling for Eveline yet, he just wanted to do many things with her. Not to mention his conversation with Caleb earlier, which seemed to slap Killian’s mind awake. “What have you done, sir? How could you make such an agreement with Miss Eveline without knowing the truth first?” Caleb looked at Killian in disbelief, that the man who had always lived with respect and stiffness had made such a big mistake by making a one-night agreement with Eveline, an employee at Killian’s own company. “I know I’ve made a huge mistake, Caleb. I didn’t bother to find out about Eveline first and made a crazy deal. I thought, at first, Eveline was just like those other women. The women who are obsessed with wealth and money for their own gain. I also misjudged Eveline and compared her to those women.” Killian sighed. “You know best, sir. But this time, Miss Eveline can’t be compared to the woman who was your father’s mistress. Not all women are like that, sir. Have you even apologized to Miss Eveline?” “Yes. Of course I have. I apologized, even though my thoughts and feelings are still confused about what I’m actually feeling. I feel guilty and, yes, confused too. Something I can’t just explain so easily.” Killian looked up and gazed at the ceiling of his office. “Sir, I’ve known you for a very long time. I’ve also worked for you for a very long time. I believe that one day you will understand what is truly happening to yourself, just as you are now with Miss Eveline. You just need time to understand everything slowly. Sooner or later.” Killian sighed slowly as he recalled the conversation he had with Caleb earlier. Killian was well aware that he had made a huge mistake and had done many wrong things to Eveline. However, Killian didn’t know if Eveline would be willing to forgive him for all the mistakes he had made. Killian fell silent and continued to stare at Eveline in the hospital room. Soon, Killian decided to go inside. Knock Knock Without waiting for an answer, Killian entered the hospital room, and his sudden arrival startled both Eveline and her mother. “Killian? What are you doing here? Why did you come here so suddenly?” Eveline looked at him in disbelief. Killian smiled stiffly, looking a bit nervous. Killian didn’t really know what he was doing there either, but he was just following what had been on his mind since earlier. Killian looked at Eveline’s mother, who was smiling warmly at him, and Killian smiled back. “I… I just wanted to drop by. Yes. I’m just stopping by for a moment.” Killian replied, nodding his head slightly. Killian tried not to look at Eveline, who was already staring at him suspiciously. Killian walked toward the bed where Eveline’s mother was still lying. “Are you feeling better now?” Killian asked Eveline’s mother. “Of course. I feel better than before. Thank you so much for all your help. I don’t know if my daughter is good enough at her job, but you’ve given us so much unexpected help.” “Mom…” Eveline glared slightly at her mother’s words, but her mother just replied with a small laugh. Killian also laughed softly now. “It’s no problem. Eveline is a very competent employee at the company. As a boss, I try to help with whatever my employees need. Don’t worry, your daughter never disappoints in her work.” Killian finally replied, glancing slightly at Eveline, whose face had turned red. “Um… Mom, I’ll talk to Killian first then.” Eveline immediately pulled Killian’s arm to get him out of her mother’s hospital room. Killian complied, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Eveline, who still seemed uncomfortable with his sudden appearances anywhere and anytime around her. Meanwhile, Eveline’s mother watched with a mix of amusement and happiness at the interaction between Eveline and Killian; to her, it looked like two people who were in love. On the other hand, Eveline took Killian to the hospital garden and sat on a bench, sighing heavily. Eveline had no idea why Killian had come to the hospital and greeted her mother there. Eveline felt uncomfortable or even went out of her way to avoid Killian for a while, before they both left for New York in a few days for business with investors and the company. “What do you really want, Killian? Why did you suddenly come here? Aren’t we leaving for New York in two days?” Eveline asked. “I…” Killian mumbled, as if he had lost the words he wanted to say as an answer and instead just stared at Eveline, who was looking straight ahead. Killian seemed hypnotized by Eveline’s face, which looked so sweet to him, even though it was clear that Eveline was exhausted now. Perhaps Eveline was also overwhelmed by what had been happening in her life lately, and Killian’s presence there only seemed to be adding to her stress. “I don’t even know what I’m doing, Eveline. I’m sorry if I seem to be bothering you here. It’s just that I didn’t realize I was driving my car toward this hospital.” Killian finally answered slowly and honestly. Eveline startled and immediately turned to look at Killian, who was still staring at her with an expression that was hard to understand. Eveline’s eyelids fluttered a few times, unsure of how to respond. This was a situation Eveline had faced before when talking to Killian. A tense, heart-pounding atmosphere. Secretly, Eveline was starting to feel comfortable with Killian’s presence, but she didn’t want to admit it. “I’m sorry, Eveline.” Killian murmured, still staring at Eveline. “For what?” Eveline furrowed her brow, looking confused and also feeling odd. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you that night.” Hearing Killian’s words, Eveline fell silent and recalled what had happened between them. Killian had already apologized to her before, but what was lost that night could never be recovered, could it? Eveline shifted her gaze and no longer looked at Killian. “You’ve already apologized before, Killian. Why apologize again?” “I don’t know. I think it’s like a punishment from God, making me keep feeling sorry and apologize to you until you finally forgive the bad things I’ve done to you, Eveline.” Klaus muttered, also looking away while taking a deep breath. “God always forgives people’s mistakes, Killian. What you’re feeling now isn’t a punishment, but just the regret you feel for what you’ve done.” Eveline murmured. “Besides, I also don’t know why you set that condition that night. But what’s done is done. Because what’s done can’t be undone, right?” “You’re right, Eveline. I’ve been carrying so much regret inside me, and I’ve only made things worse with you. That’s what’s been weighing me down with every step I’ve taken since that night between the two of us. And I feel like another apology won’t erase the burden in my heart. And I’m truly sorry for what I did, Eveline.” Killian took Eveline’s right hand and held it tightly. Killian and Eveline looked at each other now. “Don’t keep apologizing, Killian. It will only make your heart feel heavier. I’ve already forgiven you for what happened. And besides, it wasn’t entirely your fault. I agreed to the terms you set that night, and I was involved in what we did. What needs to be done now is to start getting used to not dwelling on what happened in the past. And that’s more than enough to lift the weight from your heart.”

“Tomorrow, I will come with Caleb and the nurse who will help your mother during her treatment at the hospital until she returns home. By introducing the nurse to you and your mother, I don’t want anything you don’t like to happen,” said Killian, shortly after he escorted Eveline back inside and stopped in front of her mother’s hospital room. “Really? Alright then. I’ll tell my mother about the business trip to New York shortly. Thank you.” Eveline replied, nodding. “Of course.” Killian nodded slowly, feeling nervous because Eveline hadn’t taken her eyes off him since they arrived. Killian felt his heartbeat quicken every time he met Eveline’s gaze like this. Killian wasn’t sure if his face was even blushing, just because of Eveline’s gaze on him? “Do you still want to go inside?” Eveline asked, curious. “No. I think I’ll just stay here. There are still many things I need to prepare for our journey. And yes, don’t worry. I’m sure the nurse I requested is competent in her duties.” Killian replied, shaking his head slowly. “Alright then.” Eveline muttered, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, I have to go now. See you later.” Without waiting for Eveline’s response, Killian walked away, his hands in his pants pockets, moving quickly with his head occasionally bowed. Eveline immediately looked at Killian’s back, which was getting farther and farther away from her position, still standing in front of her mother’s hospital room door, with a small frown on her forehead now. Eveline herself didn’t want to think too much about Killian’s attitude, which was quite difficult for her to understand, so she decided to go straight into her mother’s hospital room. There, her mother was still awake, eating bread bit by bit. Seeing Eveline arrive, her mother immediately smiled slightly. “What happened with your boss? Is everything okay? Did you guys talk about work earlier?” Her mother asked Eveline many questions. “Yes, we just talked about work.” Eveline nodded, then sat down on the chair. “Is your work okay, Eveline?” Her mother asked again, curious. “It’s fine, Mom. There’s nothing to worry about. Everything is going very smoothly, and there’s something very important I want to tell you now.” “What else is there, Eveline? Did your boss say something that hurt your feelings earlier?” Her mother asked again, worried. Eveline smiled slightly and shook her head slowly. “No. Of course not. I wanted to tell you that Killian and I have to go to New York in a few days to handle the company’s investors there. And because of that, I won’t be able to be here until you come home later. Killian has already arranged for a nurse to help you. Since I’m his employee, as the boss, he wants to provide enough assistance for us. Is it okay if I go to New York for a while for this important work with the investors?” Eveline asked hesitantly, unsure of her mother’s reaction. “If it’s something important related to work, then it’s not a big deal, Eveline. Do your job properly, because after all, Killian seems to trust you to help manage those investors, right? So it’s better to maintain the trust he has in you.” Hearing her mother’s answer, Eveline immediately smiled slightly with a sense of relief. “Alright. Killian said the nurse who will help you tomorrow will come, and I’ll tell her everything you usually need. Don’t worry; I’m sure the nurse Killian has arranged will be very good to you. And yes, if something important happens, I’ll also ask Dr. Leo to help you later, okay?” Eveline gently patted her mother’s hand. Her mother then nodded slowly and smiled broadly. “It’s okay, Eveline. I’m very grateful for all the help your boss has given me. Besides, I also believe that you will work hard and live up to the trust Killian has placed in you.” Eveline didn’t answer and just nodded her head. “Well then, I’ll go home first, Mom. I have to pack some things to take to New York later. I’ll also bring some new, clean clothes for you. I also have to prepare a spare house key to give to the nurse tomorrow. And yes, is there anything else you need, Mom? So I can bring it here tonight.” “No, Eveline. I already have enough here. Just bring more clean clothes and maybe some snacks for me and the nurse tomorrow.” “Alright. I’ll come back here tonight.” After saying that, Eveline immediately stood up from the chair and took her work bag and her mother’s belongings that she needed to take to the laundry, as well as various items no longer needed in her mother’s hospital room, so the room could be much cleaner now. It didn’t take long before Eveline left her mother’s hospital room carrying many things. Eveline decided to go home by taxi and stop by the laundry service she regularly used to wash and iron her clothes and her mother’s clothes. Eveline leaned back in the taxi seat after handing over the clothes to the laundry service. Eveline turned her head and looked at the scenery during the ride home. There were many things Eveline couldn’t understand after she had indirectly become involved in Killian’s life. After spending that one night together, Eveline felt that Killian was always finding ways to get closer to her or even directly involved in her very complicated life. Eveline didn’t know the meaning behind all the kindness Killian showed her, but she dared not ask about it, as she still needed time to save money and improve her life and her mother’s life. Why have you been involved in my life since that night, Killian? What do you really want from me? Or are you like other men who crave warmth at night? Or do you just want to know how strong or weak I am in my convictions? I know and still remember that you were the one who bought me for one night and took my virginity, as the first man for me. Will you do the same with me in New York? Buy one night in exchange for warmth in bed, Killian? I truly hope you won’t do anything that will make me remember the night when I was powerless against something beyond my control. Because I don’t know what will happen to me if we do something together again. Eveline’s heart spoke anxiously. Soon, the taxi stopped in front of the new house Eveline had bought with the proceeds from selling her old house some time ago. Eveline quickly paid the taxi fare and got out to enter her new home. The simple yet very livable house was no problem for Eveline, even though she had once lived in a much larger house. As long as the house was still suitable and spacious enough for her mother’s retirement years. Eveline locked the door again and quickly went into her room to clean herself up so she could rest sooner, before returning to the hospital with the items her mother needed. After showering and washing her hair, Eveline lay down briefly on the bed, still with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Eveline closed her eyes and took a slow breath. Soon, Eveline opened her eyes again and looked at the ceiling of her room with an uncertain gaze and feeling. Eveline began to doubt whether she should go to New York, but if she refused, not only would her mother be confused, but the other employees at the company would also start wondering why she, Eveline, always tried to avoid Killian. Eveline didn’t want anyone else to find out about what she and Killian had done that night. She truly didn’t want that to happen and change everyone’s perception of her. “No. No. I don’t want anyone else to suspect or even find out what Killian and I did together that night. I don’t want anyone else to know and spread it around. If that happens, all my efforts to become an employee at that company, even without knowing Killian, will change. I work at that company based on my values and abilities, not because of a deal made that night. I don’t want others to see me differently.” Eveline then got up from her lying position and shook her head very quickly. “No. I don’t want anyone to suspect us. Even though Killian and I don’t have any kind of relationship beyond that of boss and employee, I don’t want anyone else to know what Killian and I did that night. I also don’t want anyone else to know what I gave Killian that night, and what Killian gave me in return after that night. Everything that happened that night is over. So, I don’t need to keep worrying about what Killian will do, because that agreement is over.”

The next day, Killian was still at home with Caleb and Alea, the nurse he had chosen to help Eveline’s mother while he was away in New York for work. Killian looked at Alea, who was ready with her belongings, and smiled. Killian had known Alea for a long time, as Alea’s mother had also helped take care of Killian’s mother when she was ill. “Killian, don’t worry about anything. My mother has taught me a lot to become a skilled nurse. I also graduated from nursing school with high grades and competencies. I’m sure your girlfriend’s mother won’t feel lacking in any way, I’ll make her comfortable under my care.” Alea said enthusiastically. “My girlfriend’s mother?” Killian’s eyes widened at Alea’s blunt statement. Caleb chuckled and tried to suppress his own laughter at Killian’s shocked expression. Alea, unaware of why Killian was staring at her, looked confusedly at Killian and Caleb several times. “Did I say something wrong?” Alea asked, scratching her head. “My girlfriend’s mother? She… she’s not my girlfriend.” Killian evaded the question. But the words he just spoke made his face grow even redder. Between his words and his expression, Killian was completely unable to lie. “That’s right, Alea. I think you mispronounced Miss Eveline’s name. She’s Mr. Killian’s fiancée.” Caleb added with a teasing tone. That made Killian glare at Caleb in disbelief. “Hey!” Alea giggled at Killian’s disbelieving expression and red face. “Oh my gosh. I didn’t know there was finally a woman who could melt Killian’s icy heart. What is she like? What’s her name?” Alea was even more curious. “Miss Eveline Mason, she’s the best employee in the company. I think Mr. Killian has known who she is for a long time, but his cold, indifferent, and insensitive attitude has only made him distance himself further, yet he can’t bear to be away from Miss Eveline.” Caleb explained with a small laugh as he saw Killian growing more upset, since he was being indirectly teased now. “Stop it. Why are the two of you teaming up to bully me like this?” Killian furrowed his brow deeply and spoke unwillingly. This immediately made Caleb and Alea stop talking, though they were still chuckling now. Killian took a slow breath and tried to change his expression to look normal, though he wasn’t sure if the redness on his face from embarrassment had completely faded or was still there. “Alea, have you told your husband that you’ll be taking care of my mother’s employee starting today until I return from New York?” Killian asked. Alea nodded. “Of course I have. You know how Bram is, right? If I didn’t ask permission or tell him, Bram would throw a tantrum, thinking I was going to take care of a middle-aged man. He’s the most jealous person because he doesn’t want any other man to take care of me besides him. You know how spoiled he is toward me.” “Of course I know. Anyway, Bram is also my good friend, and he’s very jealous. It’s hard to believe that someone like Bram, who’s such a ladies’ man, would be afraid and submit to you.” Killian replied with a chuckle, recalling the moment when Bram, his friend, said he would marry Alea within three months of meeting her because he was truly in love and didn’t want to lose her if he was even a second late. “Don’t worry. Bram already knows, and he’ll help me if I have any trouble later. And yes, will Caleb be coming to New York too?” Alea looked at Caleb. “I want to come, but Mr. Killian won’t allow it. He said I should stay and take care of the company and handle some tasks that are still pending. Anyway, I’m also his assistant at the company. So when Mr. Killian isn’t at the company, I have to take over his tasks.” “Alright then. Can we leave now? I’m sure Miss Eveline is already at the hospital taking care of her mother, right?” Alea looked at the small watch on her left wrist. The clock showed 11 a.m. “I think you’re right, Alea. I’m sure Eveline was absent this morning and is now at the hospital to visit her mother.” Killian nodded in agreement with Alea’s words. Killian stood up, grabbed his briefcase, and prepared to walk out of the house. However, after taking a few steps, Killian stopped. “What’s wrong, sir? Did you forget something?” Caleb asked curiously and stopped to look at Killian, who had suddenly fallen silent in front of them. Alea also looked at him curiously. Without saying anything, Killian turned to look at Caleb and Alea behind him. “It seems I can’t go with you two to the hospital to see Eveline’s mother. Caleb, take Alea to the hospital in another car. I’ll go to the office alone.” Killian replied in a voice that sounded very serious. “But why?” Caleb was confused by Killian’s sudden change. “Nothing. I just remembered I need to do some things at the office right away. It’s better if the two of you go to the hospital to meet Eveline and her mother there. I have to get something done at the office. Don’t forget to bring some fruit when you go to the hospital.” After saying that, Killian immediately continued walking toward the car he usually used to go to the office, without waiting for Caleb and Alea’s response. Killian’s sudden change made Caleb and Alea furrow their brows deeply, clearly confused by Killian, who seemed to be deep in thought and not very focused at the moment. “So what now, Caleb?” Alea asked after Killian’s car had left the vast driveway of their house. The car sped away quickly. “No problem. The two of us will go to the hospital to visit Miss Eveline and her mother. We also need to buy some fruits first. Do you need anything?” Caleb followed Killian’s previous statement and looked at Alea. “Nothing. I’ve already brought the medications, nursing supplies, and even snacks. So don’t worry. We just need to buy the items that will at least be used by Miss Eveline’s mother later.” Alea replied. “Alright then. Let’s go now. It’s almost lunchtime, and Miss Eveline won’t be too long at the hospital during working hours like now.” Alea nodded in agreement, then they walked toward the other car. Caleb drove the car while stopping to buy some fruit to bring to the hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital, Caleb brought the fruit and walked with Alea into Mrs. Eveline’s hospital room, where Eveline had already prepared to return to the office. “You just arrived? I almost didn’t get to see you because I was about to go back to the office.” Eveline said kindly upon seeing Caleb and Alea arrive. “Sorry we’re late, we brought this for your mother, Miss Eveline.” Caleb replied, showing the fruits he was holding in both hands. “Oh my. This is so thoughtful. Thank you so much…” Eveline replied as she accepted the fruits and placed them in a large bowl on the table next to her mother’s bed, who was having her hospital-style lunch. “Miss Eveline, let me introduce you to Alea, the nurse assigned by Mr. Killian to assist your mother while you’re in New York.” Caleb said. Eveline turned and looked at Alea, who was smiling broadly at her. Eveline returned the smile and hugged Alea briefly. “Thank you for agreeing to help me take care of my mother for the next few days,” Eveline said to Alea as she released the brief hug she had given her. “You’re welcome, Miss Eveline. I’m happy to help. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your mother.” Alea replied with a wide smile. “Don’t call me Miss, just call me Eveline. I feel uncomfortable if you call me Miss. So just call me Eveline.” Eveline said. “Of course. Alright, Eveline.” Alea agreed and called her Eveline. Shortly after that, Eveline explained some things her mother needed and the activities her mother had to do to improve her physical condition. Additionally, Eveline explained the foods and drinks the doctor had prohibited her mother from consuming while in the hospital. Alea, of course, immediately noted and memorized everything so she wouldn’t forget. Eveline and Alea also exchanged phone numbers to facilitate communication between them, especially if Eveline were to be in New York and miss her mother. After finishing, Eveline bid farewell and left to return to the office and continue her pending work. Throughout the journey, Eveline kept wondering why Killian hadn’t come to the hospital with Caleb and Alea.

Upon arriving at the company, Eveline could not find Killian anywhere. Eveline was surprised because usually the man would always walk around to see the work being done by his employees. Whether they were doing their jobs well or not, and give various kinds of advice and input to the employees in his company. However, today it seemed like Killian didn’t want to leave his office, even for a moment, or perhaps he was busy with various preparations he needed to make before leaving for New York. Eveline was naturally very curious, but she didn’t want to dwell on it too much right now and instead chose to continue with the rest of her work that she hadn’t finished yet. Eveline sat down at her desk after organizing her bag and belongings, then turned on her laptop to work as usual. Today, the office was unusually quiet, but in a positive way, as all the employees were focused and working hard to meet Killian’s expectations and potentially secure a promotion. Eveline didn’t think much about a promotion, but if she did, she could get more benefits that would help her future life with her mother. However, for now, Eveline wasn’t sure whether Killian would evaluate her performance at the company as an ordinary employee or as a woman who had spent a hot night with him. Eveline didn’t want the promotion she received to be based on anything other than the value of her work as an employee at the company. Truly, Eveline felt increasingly anxious now. She even felt that her life could become stuck at the same point for some time to come if she didn’t soon discuss and clarify the questions that had been weighing on her mind and heart. Eveline wants to make sure that Killian will still evaluate her performance as an employee at the company fairly or if he is still influenced by what they did that night. But to ask that question, Eveline feels unable to say it. Eveline feels ashamed and doesn’t want to remember what she and Killian did that night. Eveline’s feelings and thoughts are growing more uncertain now. “Eveline, is it true that Mr. Killian’s rival company will also be present at the important meeting with investors in New York later?” Lily asked as she walked toward Eveline’s desk carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. It had become one of Lily’s habits to bring hot chocolate for Eveline, and the two of them sometimes took turns doing so. If Lily arrived first, she would prepare it; if Eveline arrived first, she would prepare it. “Oh, really? I haven’t heard anything about that. Mr. Killian hasn’t told me anything about who will be attending the meeting with the investors in New York. Where did you hear that?” Eveline replied, shaking her head slowly, as she truly had no knowledge of the matter. “I heard it from Caleb. He just came and asked where Mr. Killian was. So I told him that Mr. Killian has been in his office since he arrived until now. I asked if he would be going to New York, but Caleb said he wouldn’t be going and would stay here while Mr. Killian is away.” Lily paused and looked around, as if being careful that no one else would hear. Seeing Lily like that made Eveline even more curious, because Killian hadn’t said anything to her either about the list of names of who would be attending the meeting with the investors in New York. Eveline also looked around, worried that someone else besides the two of them might be listening to their conversation. “Caleb said he would stay here to replace Mr. Killian as his assistant to oversee the company. Caleb was worried that if he went to New York and no one replaced Mr. Killian here, something bad might happen. Caleb also said that one of Mr. Killian’s rivals would also go to New York to take the investors away from Mr. Killian. It’s crazy. I don’t know who the rival is, but from what I’ve heard, most of the company’s rivals are crazy men.” “Crazy men? Do you mean power-hungry men?” Eveline asked to confirm. “Of course he’s power-hungry, Eve. All of this company’s rivals are power-hungry. I don’t know who they are, but I’m sure they’re dangerous people. I’m telling you this so you’ll be careful while you’re in New York, Eve. I’m very worried.” “Don’t worry, Lily. Besides, I won’t be too involved with Mr. Killian’s issues with the investors in New York. I’ll just accompany him, help out, and make sure everything related to our company meets the investors’ expectations. So don’t worry. I’m sure Mr. Killian can handle whatever might happen there.” Lily nodded in agreement. “But, Eve, don’t you want to ask Mr. Killian first about who will be attending the investor event? At least if you know who they are, you can find out their personalities and who they are, and maybe how to deal with them when you meet them.” Hearing Lily’s words, Eveline fell silent with a small frown on her forehead. What Lily had just said was indeed true for Eveline. But Eveline didn’t know how to have a private conversation in Killian’s office, especially since she hadn’t left the room since earlier and had noticed a change in his attitude. “You’re right, Lily. But I don’t think I need to worry about that. I’m sure Mr. Killian will handle the issues in New York himself. But… I’m also curious, actually.” Eveline answered honestly. “That’s why I said you should ask about it. What if the list of people attending the investor meeting includes dangerous individuals? You know about the incident when Mr. Killian nearly had a car accident half a year ago? Caleb said it was because someone sabotaged his car.” Lily paused again, taking a deep, long breath. She gently patted and held Eveline’s left hand; she looked genuinely worried. Eveline could even feel how cold Lily’s hand was now. “I remember that. Mr. Killian was even hospitalized for a week, and after that, he went back to work as if nothing had happened. You’re right, Lily. I’ll ask Mr. Killian about it now. At least, I can find out more about them and be careful while in New York.” Lily nodded. “Alright then. You have to be careful, Eveline. They’re crazy.” Eveline quickly nodded her head, taking a slow breath. Eveline felt lucky to have met Lily first, giving her a good reason to talk to Killian now. At least, Eveline also needed to discuss another important matter that had been weighing on her mind for a long time. “Alright. I’ll finish the remaining work, and once it’s done, I’ll hand it over to Mr. Killian and ask the necessary questions. Thank you, Lily.” Eveline said with a small smile. “Alright, I also need to go back and continue my work. Stay motivated, Eveline!” Lily raised both her hands in a fist, as if encouraging both of them to stay motivated now. Eveline nodded in agreement and smiled widely. Eveline knew that there were times when everyone would look enthusiastic even though their hearts didn’t feel the same way. They had various ways of hiding what was really going on in their minds and feelings from others. At least, it was necessary to do so, so that no one would pity them or look down on them because of the various problems they had in life. After that, Lily immediately returned to her own desk and continued her unfinished work. Eveline also continued her unfinished work while occasionally sipping the hot chocolate Lily had prepared for her. Eveline made sure to finish the work quickly so she could meet and talk with Killian sooner. Eveline felt odd about Killian’s sudden change in behavior after their conversation yesterday in the hospital garden when Killian visited his mother. Eveline sensed that Killian was hiding something, but she dared not make negative assumptions, as that would only make her mind overthink the situation. Eveline did not want that to happen again in her thoughts. A few moments later, Eveline finished her work and took it to Killian’s office, whose door was slightly open. Before Eveline could knock, Killian’s voice made her pause. “I think I really like Eveline, Caleb.”

“I really like Eveline, Caleb. I feel like I’m going crazy because I only realized this after so long. Do you think I’m crazy? Or am I really crazy?” Killian asked, feeling very anxious. “You are crazy, sir,” Caleb replied in a very casual tone. “Tsk. You always look for opportunities to tease me.” Caleb chuckled in response to Killian’s remark. Killian looked away and stared at the photo of Eveline that he had secretly taken several times when he accidentally saw her at the office or even at the hospital. Killian really felt that he had started to turn into a very skilled stalker. Damn it. Killian had never done anything like this to anyone else before. “Hah… I don’t even know how to say anything to Eveline if she were in front of me without blurting out that I like her. Or even saying very clearly and shouting that I’m in love with her. Damn. I must be crazy now.” Killian leaned back hard in the office chair he had been sitting in. “Sir, you’re not crazy. I think you’re just surprised by the new feelings you have now. Haven’t you never really fallen in love with anyone for years, and only now do you feel something different with Miss Eveline?” “You’re right, Caleb. Maybe I’m just not used to the new feelings I’m having for Eveline right now. But how can I keep quiet, without saying anything about my feelings for Eveline? I don’t want Eveline to find out about my feelings and then distance herself from me like before. I’m afraid.” “What are you afraid of, Mr. Killian? I’m sure Miss Eveline will understand your feelings. Maybe not now, but someday Miss Eveline will definitely understand. Miss Eveline may not be ready for your feelings right now, because of what you did before. But if you are patient and slowly understand and tell Miss Eveline about your feelings, I am sure Miss Eveline will accept you.” Caleb said, giving Killian a little advice and understanding when he needed it most. “Really? Do you think so? Eveline will definitely accept me?” Killian asked hesitantly, yet full of hope that his feelings would one day be reciprocated by Eveline. Caleb nodded slowly. “That’s right, sir. At the very least, you have to try to make Miss Eveline truly forgive you and no longer remember what you did before. I’m sure that if Miss Eveline forgives you, eventually even the hardest feelings will soften on their own. I’m sure of it.” Hearing this made Killian even more excited now. Killian admitted and remembered his love life, which he didn’t really enjoy. Killian had never truly fallen in love or even liked the women who had been his lovers in the past. Killian had romantic relationships with them for the sake of his company, which was reciprocated by the women’s popularity, and this was very common among businessmen like him. On the other hand, Eveline, who was still standing silently in front of Killian’s office door, became even more silent with a feeling of great surprise. Eveline couldn’t believe what she had just heard from Killian’s own mouth. “Killian is in love with me.” That was what had been on Eveline’s mind, making her hesitate to enter Killian’s office to talk briefly about their trip to New York tomorrow. Eveline now felt awkward. But finally, after a few seconds of calming her heart, which had been beating very fast, Eveline took a deep breath before raising her right hand and knocking softly on the door of Killian’s office in front of her. Knock Knock Knock “Come in!” Killian’s voice rang out, and slowly, Eveline opened the office door and walked inside. Eveline’s arrival immediately caused Killian and Caleb to look at each other in panic, as evidenced by their eyes widening simultaneously. They were afraid that Eveline had overheard their earlier conversation. “Mr. Killian, I want to hand over the rest of my work that was left over from yesterday,” said Eveline, trying her best not to look suspicious in front of Killian and Caleb. “Really? Bring it here so I can check it first,” replied Killian. Eveline immediately walked over and handed the file in her hand to Killian. Caleb moved slightly to the side and remained silent. Killian took the file and read it carefully. Killian was very thorough in assessing and checking the work done by his employees. Even the slightest mistake would certainly affect the company’s performance. Eveline herself decided to remain silent and looked away, glancing around Killian’s office. Eveline didn’t want to look directly at Killian, who was still focused on the work documents he had finished and was now checking. Eveline felt her heartbeat change again, uncontrollably, when her nose boldly caught the scent of the perfume Killian was wearing now. It felt like Eveline was remembering what had happened that night with Killian. It was the same scent of perfume that Killian had worn that night. Even so, Eveline couldn’t deny that she really felt comfortable and safe around Killian, just like she did now. Eveline even found it difficult to swallow her own saliva with her palms clenched tightly. “This file is good, Eveline. You can give it to Caleb for him to continue. And yes, regarding our trip to New York tomorrow, I forgot to tell you a few things. Can you just sit down and write down what we need to do and bring tomorrow?” said Killian as he held out his right hand with the file and handed it to Caleb, who immediately accepted it. “Of course, sir,” replied Eveline as she nodded her head and sat down in the chair in front of Killian’s desk. “Caleb, continue with your work. I’m going to talk to Eveline about tomorrow’s work in New York,” Killian instructed Caleb. “Yes, sir. In that case, I’ll take my leave,” replied Caleb as he walked out of Killian’s office, carrying the file that Eveline had finished working on. After Caleb left, leaving only Killian and Eveline in the office, Eveline sighed slowly. Eveline tried hard not to look suspicious, even though she had been secretly listening to the conversation between Killian and Caleb earlier. On the other hand, Killian himself was actually worried that Eveline had heard the confession of love he had previously made to Caleb. “Sir, I want to ask you something first,” said Eveline after a long silence. Eveline’s words made Killian fall silent, his heart beating very fast. The worry that Eveline already knew about Killian’s feelings made him really worried now. “Ask? Ask about what?” Killian whispered. Seeing Killian’s reaction, Eveline almost laughed. But Eveline tried to restrain herself, so as not to laugh at the pale face of Killian in front of her now. “I want to ask about the list of people who will attend the meeting in New York. I don’t know who else will be attending the meeting with the investors besides our company,” Eveline finally said. “Ah, that… I also want to tell you about this,” replied Killian, pausing for a moment, then opening his desk drawer to take out a file and give it to Eveline. Eveline immediately took the file and opened it. The file contained a list of names and information about who would be attending the meeting. “I already made the list, but I forgot to give it to you. You can read it first and study it if necessary. There are some people who bother me quite a bit because their names are on there, but this is a very important meeting for the company, so I have to restrain myself,” Killian said honestly. “Really? Whose names are on there?” Eveline asked without looking up from the list of names in her hand. Eveline read the list of names carefully and furrowed her brow, because she didn’t think there were any names that she found strange. “There’s the name of someone who has long been a rival of this company. I don’t know why he’s on the list, but I’m sure he has prepared an evil plan to welcome me there. So, you have to be careful too, Eveline.” Killian’s words instantly silenced Eveline and made her lift her head to look at Killian, who sounded very serious. Eveline immediately understood that there was someone who had always caused problems for Killian for a long time. Eveline nodded slowly to show her understanding. Killian sighed slowly. “It’s Xavier. The owner of a company that always follows our company’s every move. His company always follows wherever our company goes. I’m sure his cunning mind has already made new plans upon learning that you and I will be representing the company on a visit to New York to meet with investors there. And yes, Eveline, I want you to be careful while you’re in New York. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Eveline blinked rapidly upon hearing Killian’s words, which sounded very worrying to her now. But Eveline remained silent and nodded her head slowly. Killian looked really worried about Eveline, considering that Xavier, his company’s rival, always had a way of disrupting Killian’s life with his various cunning plans. Eveline closed the file containing the list of names and decided to read it later during lunch. This time, Killian and Eveline were both silent, not knowing what to say to each other now. Eveline, who had wanted to ask about the list of names, hadn’t had a chance to ask before Killian gave her the list, so she didn’t know what else to say in the office now. “Killian?” “Yes?” Killian replied quickly. “Um… thank you very much for arranging such a wonderful nurse to take care of my mother for the foreseeable future,” Eveline continued sincerely. “About that? It’s no problem, Eveline. I’ve known Alea for quite a while, so I’m sure she will take very good care of your mother. So, there’s no need to worry.” Eveline just nodded her head in response. “Um, okay. I have to get back to work now. Excuse me.” Eveline left immediately without waiting for Killian’s reply, who could only sigh because he felt very nervous.

The next day, Killian and Eveline were already at the airport to continue their journey to New York. Eveline sat by the window, which seemed to be a seat that Killian had deliberately reserved for her. They both sat in adjacent seats on the plane, and of course, the situation between them now felt very awkward. Eveline felt that Killian had indeed started to change his attitude towards her, and that only raised more questions in Eveline’s mind. Eveline even turned her head several times and looked at Killian, who was sitting to her left, silently reading his documents. “What exactly is happening to Killian? Why is he so quiet? Is he thinking about something very important? Is it about the meeting we are both going to attend in New York? But at least Killian could say something to me about our meeting in New York, right? Then why is he just silent?” That was what was in Eveline’s heart and mind right now. Eveline was wondering about Killian’s sudden change in attitude towards her. Eveline tried not to think about it too much and decided to look away and gaze out the airplane window. Eveline had flown on an airplane before, but it had been a long time ago, probably when she was a child, when her father was still alive, and her family was still very warm and loving. Now, after so long, Eveline was finally flying again. Eveline was also not too worried about her mother, who was still in the hospital and would only return home later that night, according to the schedule given by Dr. Leo earlier. Eveline had also made a spare key, which she gave to Alea, to make it easier for Alea to come and go to her house to help take care of her mother. Eveline felt quite relieved, because Alea was very easy going, and it made her feel calm enough to leave her mother there while she worked in New York. On the other hand, Killian, who was still reading the file in his hand, was actually just pretending, to distract himself from thinking about Eveline. Killian felt nervous, of course, sitting so close to Eveline like this. However, Killian didn’t want to make another mistake by saying something that might hurt Eveline’s feelings like before. Killian really wanted to start something new with Eveline and felt that he didn’t want to waste the opportunity he had with her. Killian believed that his feelings for Eveline were real, but he couldn’t and didn’t know how to express and tell Eveline how he felt, after what they had done that night. It was a night that Killian could never forget, even now. Killian even feels that only Eveline is capable of awakening something within him, making him feel completely crazy. Killian, of course, restrains himself from everything in his mind and feelings. Even something as simple as doing the five-finger exercise with his mind filled with thoughts of Eveline seems impossible for Killian; he is afraid that he will not be able to control himself. Killian was also very sure that just being close to or even thinking about Eveline was enough to arouse a passion and madness that Killian had never felt before. Quietly, Killian glanced at Eveline, who was beginning to close her eyes. Eveline was falling asleep. Killian sighed slowly, then reached out with his right hand to close the small curtain on the airplane window so as not to disturb Eveline’s sleep, which was beginning to look peaceful and regular. Killian then gently moved Eveline’s hair away from her face with a very slow motion. Killian did not take his eyes off Eveline at all, and a small smile began to appear on Killian’s face now. “If only you had been honest from the start about the money you borrowed for your mother’s hospital treatment that day, we wouldn’t be stuck in such a difficult situation now, Eveline. If only I hadn’t said I would spend the night with you, maybe we could have started everything over again on a good note. At least, we could have gotten closer to each other much more easily. We wouldn’t have to be bound to each other by what we did that night, Eveline. Truly, I want to start over. I really hope that we can start everything over and in good conditions.” Killian spoke hopefully as he gazed intently at Eveline. Killian smiled slightly, without taking his eyes off Eveline for a moment. For some reason, Killian felt that his feelings were beginning to calm down, just by looking at Eveline’s peaceful face. Killian wanted to hold Eveline’s hand while she slept, but he didn’t know what Eveline would think if she woke up. Would Eveline be surprised and uncomfortable? Or would Eveline pull her hand away? Or would Eveline let Killian hold her hand until they arrived in New York? Truly, Killian had no idea, but he wanted to try. Whatever Eveline did, Killian would accept it without feeling the slightest bit offended. So afterwards, Killian tried to find a more comfortable position to sit in, and put the file he had been holding back into his bag. Killian also decided to close his eyes with an eye mask. Then, Killian held Eveline’s left hand very tightly with his right hand. Killian exhaled slowly, and a few seconds later, he fell fast asleep. Come to think of it, it was the fastest Killian had fallen asleep in years. *** A few hours later, the flight attendant’s announcement that the plane would be stopping in New York instantly woke Eveline from her deep sleep. Eveline opened her eyes, yawned slightly, and began to stretch her stiff muscles from sleeping in the airplane seat. Eveline peeked through the window curtain she had opened and saw that it was already nighttime. They had arrived in New York at night. When she turned her head, Eveline realized that Killian was still asleep, holding her left hand very tightly. Eveline stared silently at Killian’s hand, which felt very large and made her hand feel warm. Eveline hadn’t even noticed that Killian was asleep while holding her hand, and she didn’t know how long he had been doing it. And unfortunately, Eveline actually liked it. Eveline didn’t want to admit it, but her heart told her that Killian’s grip felt very comfortable and she really liked it, really, really liked it. “Killian? Killian, wake up,” Eveline muttered, trying to wake Killian up. Eveline even gently patted Killian’s cheek to wake him up, but he was sleeping even more soundly. It took some time for Eveline to wake Killian up, considering that the plane would be landing soon. Until Killian began to change the position of his head and opened the blindfold that had been covering his eyes, and yawned slightly. Killian blinked his eyelids several times to adjust to the light after closing his eyes and sleeping very soundly there. Killian then turned his head and found Eveline looking at him with a frown on her forehead. “Eh, Eveline? What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Killian, surprised by the sharp gaze Eveline gave him the moment he opened his eyes after sleeping very soundly for several hours. “You slept like a bear, it was very difficult to wake you up earlier,” replied Eveline. “Really? I don’t know… I didn’t feel you waking me up,” Killian muttered as he looked away and noticed that his hand was still holding Eveline’s hand tightly, and Eveline was letting him. In his heart, Killian was happy that Eveline didn’t jerk away or let go of his hand, which had been holding hers there all this time. “I woke up a while ago and tried to wake you up. But what can I do, you slept like you’ve never slept before. Did you take sleeping pills earlier?” Eveline said as she looked ahead, waiting for more information from the flight attendant who was standing in front of them now. “I’m sorry… I think this was a very deep sleep for me. I didn’t want to wake up.” Reluctantly, Killian slowly released his grip on Eveline’s hand and changed his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, considering that they would be leaving the plane soon. Eveline just cleared her throat and glanced at Killian. Eveline felt something really strange in her heart when Killian let go of her hand, which he had been holding for several hours. Eveline felt that a part of her was reluctant when Killian let go of her hand. But Eveline decided to remain silent and try not to appear too affected by Killian’s recent actions. Eveline then immediately packed some of her belongings into her bag and so on, as did Killian, who was now doing the same thing. Shortly thereafter, the plane landed and all the passengers slowly walked out of the plane. Killian walked behind Eveline, letting her walk ahead of him. After Killian and Eveline left the airport, a luxury car was waiting to pick them up, and the driver was standing in front of the car holding a sign with Killian and Eveline’s names on it. Eveline looked confused at the driver, because as far as she remembered, Killian hadn’t even called anyone to pick them up at the airport beforehand. Meanwhile, Killian immediately walked towards the driver with a small smile on his face. “Welcome to New York, Mr. Killian, Miss Eveline. I will take you to the hotel. Please get in. I will help put your luggage in the trunk of the car,” said the driver, welcoming Killian and Eveline with a big smile. Without waiting any longer, the driver immediately opened the trunk and began to put all of Killian and Eveline’s luggage inside. Meanwhile, Killian and Eveline got into the car and sat side by side again. After the driver made sure that all their luggage was in the trunk, he got into the car and drove at a moderate speed to take Killian and Eveline to the hotel that Killian had booked in advance. During the trip, Eveline looked at the view of New York City from the car window. It didn’t take long for the car to stop in front of a five-star hotel. Killian immediately took care of the hotel room key he had reserved and let the other hotel staff carry their luggage. Eveline waited behind Killian. “Eveline, here are your hotel room keys. My room is right next to yours. So if anything happens, just knock on my door,” said Killian as he handed one of the hotel room keys to Eveline, then walked ahead into the elevator. Killian tried to act like a boss to Eveline. Meanwhile, Eveline felt increasingly strange and puzzled by Killian’s odd behavior, but she didn’t dare to ask. Eveline then followed Killian into the elevator heading to their floor.

Eveline walked into her hotel room and didn’t forget to lock the door behind her. Eveline stood still, leaning slightly against the door with mixed feelings. Eveline felt that Killian’s different attitude was a new way for Killian to mess with her feelings like he was doing now. Eveline truly felt that Killian was using this method just to distract her. Eveline placed her suitcase on the left side of the bed and sat down on the bed before finally lying down heavily on it. Eveline stared at the hotel room ceiling while sighing several times. Eveline was really suffering from jet lag now. Killian said that in two days, they would both attend a conference with investors. That meant Eveline still had two days to get some proper rest. Eveline also didn’t want to think about things that were irrelevant to her current workload until her time in New York was over. “I have to focus my mind now. I can’t keep being distracted by Killian’s presence and behavior. It doesn’t matter what he says or does later, because I have to focus on this job. I don’t want to think too much about Killian later and end up disappointing the investors who come to the conference.” Eveline muttered as she slowly rubbed her face with both palms. Eveline felt very sleepy. “Not to mention Xavier, I’ve never heard of him or his company, or even met him on several occasions. So, I have to be careful now. Considering that there are many bad rumors about this man named Xavier, like it or not, I have to be wary of him. What if this man really does attend the conference with the investors later?” Eveline changed her lying position to sitting up with a deep frown on her forehead. Eveline was increasingly curious about who Xavier was, who had long been an enemy of Killian’s company. Immediately, Eveline opened her handbag and took out her cell phone. Eveline was going to find out more through her social media accounts. Eveline finally found Xavier’s social media accounts as well as the company he owned. Eveline really felt like she was stalking him now. But what could she do? Eveline really had to do it now. Otherwise, Eveline would not know anything about the dangers or manipulations that could come from anywhere while she was in New York. “So he is Xavier?” Eveline muttered as she looked at a photo posted on Xavier’s personal social media account. It was a photo showing Xavier wearing an expensive suit with a smile on his face. But Eveline felt very uncomfortable when she saw Xavier’s expression, which she felt showed not the slightest bit of friendliness. Xavier’s expression seemed full of mockery and extreme arrogance. Eveline switched to finding out more information about Xavier on other social media platforms and discovered that Xavier was the same age as Killian. “Oh my God, it seems like the relationship between Xavier and Killian is like a fight between friends over something that seems small to them, but is very big to other people. They are even the same age,” Eveline muttered, shaking her head several times. “Xavier is also the only child and heir to his family, as is Killian. Then why does he seem dissatisfied with the large company he already owns, and cause so many problems with Killian’s company? Or is this a long-standing feud between the two companies? Typical rich people problems. I don’t understand anything.” Eveline decided to end her stalking activities and turned off her phone. “Alright then. I can find out more tomorrow. Now, I just want to rest.” Eveline immediately took out her phone charger and charged her phone by placing it on a small table very close to the bed. After that, Eveline opened her suitcase and took out a change of clothes, then immediately walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. Eveline really needed a good long sleep now. Eveline didn’t even turn on the alarm or ringtone on her phone. Eveline didn’t want to be disturbed by anything tonight. After Eveline finished cleaning herself and changing into her pajamas, she immediately turned off the room light and lay down on the bed, covering herself with a blanket up to her neck. Eveline fell asleep very comfortably and deeply after that. *** On the other side, Killian, who had just finished cleaning himself up, was wearing only black boxer shorts, revealing his athletic body in the room. Killian was not used to sleeping in clothes, and found it easier to fall asleep wearing only shorts. Killian walked over to the bed and sat down. Shortly after that, Killian sighed slowly, looking around the dimly lit room. Killian felt lonely. If he could choose, Killian really wanted to have Eveline in that room with him, just the two of them. However, Killian couldn’t do that because he was afraid and worried about what Eveline would think if he asked for the same room. Silently, Killian glanced at his silent cell phone and decided to pick it up. Killian checked his messages, emails, and so on, and found nothing sent by Eveline, who was fast asleep in the next room. “She didn’t even send me a single message. Is Eveline already asleep?” Killian muttered to himself, feeling sad that he hadn’t found any messages from Eveline to him. Killian felt increasingly empty and lonely. But soon, Killian shook his head slowly. “Yes, maybe Eveline is asleep now. After all, the plane trip lasted several hours, so her body must be very tired. I’m sure Eveline will wake up early tomorrow to meet me,” Killian muttered as he turned off his cell phone and put it back on the table. “Yes, then I should also go to sleep now so I can meet Eveline tomorrow morning,” Killian muttered as he lay down on the bed to go to sleep. Cling A message came in on his cell phone, and Killian immediately grabbed his phone excitedly, thinking it was a message from Eveline. Unfortunately, the big smile on Killian’s face instantly disappeared when he started reading the message that was clearly displayed on his cell phone. It wasn’t a message containing something ordinary for Killian, but a big threat. “You think you can just show up at that meeting, Killian? You think I’m that stupid? I’ll prove that I can bring all those investors to my company and not yours.” It was a very clear message sent by Xavier, the arch-enemy of Killian’s company, as well as Killian himself. Xavier’s habit of always showing up at Killian’s important meetings and affairs was well known and remembered by Killian, because Xavier did it so often. Not infrequently, many investors fell into Xavier’s trap and ended up losing hundreds of billions of dollars. But Xavier seems tireless in his efforts. For Xavier, continuing with all kinds of plans to easily destroy Killian’s company and Killian himself is a very enjoyable thing to do. Xavier seems unwilling to allow anyone else to compete with his company, and that is Killian’s company. Reading the message sent by Xavier, Killian immediately sighed heavily. Killian was completely at a loss and was very tired of responding to Xavier’s constant threats and various evil plans against him. Killian then quickly typed a reply to Xavier’s message on his cell phone. “Do whatever you want. It’s up to you. I don’t care. After all, you weren’t invited to the investor meeting, so if you sneak in there, or even cause a lot of chaos for the investors, it’s certain that a lot of media will cover it and destroy your already bad company name in an instant. Do whatever you want, because all your dirty plans will definitely backfire on you and the company you’re always so proud of. Let’s see who gets destroyed again then.” After typing and sending the reply to Xavier, Killian immediately turned off his phone and lay back down on the bed more comfortably. Killian didn’t care about the reply Xavier would send him shortly. Killian just wanted to rest without worrying about what Xavier would do next. After years of unhealthy competition, Xavier seemed tireless in his efforts to constantly harass Killian.

The next day, Eveline woke up feeling very comfortable and full of energy. She had slept very long and very soundly. Eveline didn’t even think too much about what was on her phone since she woke up that morning. Eveline just checked a few messages and emails, replied to them, and turned off her phone again. Eveline really wanted peace and quiet while in New York so she could work to the best of her ability. Eveline went down from her room for breakfast and saw Killian already there. Eveline walked over and took some heavy food, snacks, fruits, and drinks. Then she decided to sit at the same table as Killian, facing each other. Eveline’s sudden arrival there certainly surprised Killian, causing his eyes to widen. “You… what are you doing?” Killian asked unconsciously, still chewing the food in his mouth. “What? I’m eating my breakfast,” Eveline replied in a very casual tone, not paying much attention to the surprised expression on Killian’s face, and began to eat the heavy food she had taken for breakfast. Killian fell silent and swallowed his food slowly, without taking his eyes off Eveline, who looked very relaxed and didn’t seem to notice him there. Silently, Killian continued eating his unfinished meal, though he occasionally glanced at Eveline. Meanwhile, Eveline tried not to look at Killian at all and focused on the food in front of her. Even so, Eveline didn’t really know what she was doing sitting in front of Killian and eating her meal there. Eveline was just following her heart by doing that now. Eveline tried not to think too much about Killian’s gaze, which still seemed puzzled by her presence there. On the other hand, Killian himself found it very difficult to act normal towards Eveline, as he was trying to do. But Killian felt he had no other choice but to do so, because he thought that was the only way to make his heart feel safer when facing Eveline for the next few days. Shortly after that, Killian and Eveline had finished their breakfast, and they were now enjoying the desserts they had each ordered earlier. Eveline ate the moist chocolate cake she had ordered while looking around at the hotel breakfast room, which was starting to empty of guests. Killian ate his fruit salad slowly, without taking his eyes off Eveline for a moment. ‘Damn, Eveline looks so beautiful,’ Killian thought to himself. Killian tried his best to resist the urge to approach Eveline and kiss her chocolate-stained lips. Killian felt that he was being teased now. Eveline glanced at Killian, whose face was starting to harden, holding something back. This made Eveline frown deeply. “What’s wrong, Killian?” Eveline asked slowly. “What?” Killian asked Eveline back, because he felt completely unfocused. “You… look like something is bothering you. Are you so bothered by my presence here?” Eveline asked again. Eveline felt that Killian’s attitude was very excessive, and that made her even more annoyed because she didn’t understand anything. “I’m not bothered. I’m happy to have breakfast with you. It’s just that look at your lips, there’s chocolate there,” replied Killian, looking away. Killian felt that his face must be red now, just from thinking about how his lips and Eveline’s lips had met. Killian’s mind recalled what they had done together that night. It was a night he would never be able to forget. “Chocolate?” Eveline blinked her eyes very quickly. Then she began to wipe her lips slowly with her right palm, and found a little chocolate smeared on the corner of her lips. Eveline’s face turned red, feeling a little embarrassed, because she hadn’t noticed it at all until now. Killian glanced at Eveline, whose face was now very red, then decided to hand her the tissue on the table. “Use this.” Quickly, Eveline took the tissue and wiped her lips slowly, feeling a bit nervous. Killian sighed and refocused on the fruit salad in front of him. Both of them tried to finish their meals. “Regarding the meeting with investors, what are you going to do there, Killian?” Eveline asked to break the silence between them, who had been quiet and only spoke briefly to each other. “Hm?” Killian raised his head and wiped his lips with a tissue. “I think I’ll make sure Xavier doesn’t do anything that could disrupt our conversation with the investors later. I’m sure that crazy man is already at the hotel or almost here. I’m sure he must have a new plan that is even more cunning for me,” Killian continued in a very casual tone, placing his dirty tissue on the dirty plates there. “A new, more cunning plan? Do you think that man named Xavier is already in this hotel?” Eveline, who had only recently learned some information about Xavier, was naturally very curious about what Killian might already know. “I’m very sure of it, Eveline. That’s why I want you to be careful, and during the meeting with the investors, don’t stray too far from me. You have to stay close to me later. It’s nothing. I’m just worried that if Xavier finds out what we went through together that night, it will put you in great danger, and you will be involved in the problems that I and the company have experienced because of Xavier’s cunning actions and deeds over the past few years,” explained Killian. Listening to Killian’s explanation, delivered in a slow, slightly whispered tone, instantly calmed Eveline and warmed her heart. Eveline was secretly very happy with the attention Killian gave her with his different gaze. It was the same gaze Killian had when they spent the night together. Eveline knew that she herself was also very naive, and too proud to admit that she actually liked what had happened that night. Eveline could even still remember how surprised Killian was when he found out that Eveline was still a virgin at that time and how gently he treated her. Only at that time, Eveline didn’t think too much about it, and now, Eveline realized how naive she was to admit that she also felt so attached to Killian since that night. So, Eveline now felt that God was turning her feelings towards Killian or something like that. “He won’t bother me. After all, I’m just a regular employee at your company and not something important for him to mess with during the meeting with investors later. Don’t worry, Killian, I’ll make sure Xavier doesn’t bother me while I’m there,” Eveline replied seriously to Killian. Even so, Eveline herself had no idea what Xavier might do during the meeting with the investors. But at least, Eveline could be careful. “Don’t worry too much about it, Eveline. Your safety is my responsibility. I won’t let anything happen to you while I’m there. And yes, Xavier also sent me a message last night.” Killian took his cell phone and opened the messaging app, then pointed it at Eveline. Eveline looked at the phone screen and read the message clearly displayed there. Eveline immediately furrowed her brow deeply after reading the message she believed Xavier had sent to Killian last night. It was clearly a threatening message, and Killian responded to it with a very casual reply that even seemed sarcastic. “That’s clearly a threatening message. Does he always do this?” Eveline asked. Killian put his phone away and turned it off, then nodded slowly. “Yes, of course, always, Eveline. Only Caleb and I know what Xavier has been doing all this time. That’s why I want to protect you, so Xavier doesn’t do anything bad to you,” Killian said very seriously. “Okay. I’ll always be by your side during the meeting with the investors. Besides, I’m not going anywhere, because I’ll also help you with the presentation and other important documents,” Eveline finally nodded slowly. Seeing Eveline’s response, Killian immediately smiled calmly and nodded his head slowly. Eveline cleared her throat and leaned back slightly in her chair before finally reaching for the glass of water and drinking it all. Killian did the same, finishing his drink. “All right then, let me know when to get ready before heading to the meeting with the investor. I’ve prepared and double-checked everything we’ll need to bring to the meeting. At least before the meeting, you can double-check everything I’ve prepared. And if anything is missing, I can check and fix it right away.” Eveline reminded Killian about the important documents that they would both bring to the meeting with the investors later. “Of course. We can check them together this afternoon, after we rest. The meeting with the investors will be held tomorrow. So, you should rest first, because tomorrow’s meeting will be quite long. It will probably be almost nighttime by the time we finish the meeting with the investors, if there are no obstacles from Xavier,” replied Killian, agreeing with Eveline. Eveline nodded slowly to show she understood. “Okay, I’ll bring all the files to check together this afternoon. Are we going to check them in this dining room?” Eveline looked around hesitantly, remembering that the place was very crowded with other guests, and it would be really distracting if the two of them were to discuss important matters there. “No. Let’s talk in the hotel garden. There are several gazebos there that are very comfortable for relaxing. We can discuss it in one of those gazebos. I’ll pick you up later in your room, so I can help you carry those important items later.” Eveline nodded. “All right, then, I’ll excuse myself and go back to my room first. You should rest too. We’re both still jet lagged after yesterday’s long flight.” Eveline stood up and prepared to leave. “Of course.” Killian nodded and stood up in front of Eveline. Actually, Killian felt reluctant to part with Eveline after a few hours of rest and not seeing each other. However, Killian certainly wouldn’t say that outright to Eveline, right? “In that case, I’ll also go back to my room and rest. And yes, Eveline, if you’re hungry or need anything while in your room or need room service, just ask the hotel. All of our expenses while at this hotel and during the meeting with the investors will be fully covered by the company.” “Okay, I understand, and thank you very much, Killian.” Eveline smiled faintly, and Killian returned the smile a little stiffly, to hide his feelings. Without saying anything else, Eveline immediately walked away to return to her room first, leaving Killian standing still, staring at Eveline’s back as she walked away. Killian could feel his heart beating very fast and a small smile appeared on his face that he couldn’t hold back. Killian missed Eveline very much, even though he didn’t want to say it directly, but the look in his eyes was enough to show how much Killian missed Eveline even though they had only been apart for a few hours. “At least I know you’re okay, Eveline. I promise, no one will bother you while I’m here. No one, not even Xavier. If anyone dares to bother you, I will be the first to step forward and protect you. Until you understand how important you are to me, Eveline,” Killian muttered with determination. After that, Killian walked away to his room. Without realizing it, someone had been watching Killian and Eveline talk with a sharp gaze and a slight smirk on their lips. When Killian and Eveline returned to their respective rooms, the person who had been watching them both also left the spot where they had been watching, their mind already filled with various plans that would surprise both of them now.

The days have passed, and today is the day Killian and Eveline will meet with investors at the same hotel where they stayed a few days ago. Eveline and Killian had previously discussed the important documents they would bring to the meeting and how to present them to the investors. This made them both feel more confident about what would happen at the meeting with the investors. And now, Eveline was getting ready in her room, wearing formal clothes that she rarely wore at the office. Eveline prepared these formal clothes for important occasions, such as the meeting with the investors that she would soon attend with Killian. Eveline also did not forget to apply light makeup on her face and wear perfume to make her appearance much fresher. “Okay, I’m ready,” Eveline muttered as she grabbed her cell phone and found a message sent by Killian saying that he was waiting in front of Eveline’s room now. After reading the message, Eveline immediately turned off her cell phone and put it in the pocket of the formal clothes she was wearing, before taking her bag, laptop, and important files with her. Eveline then quickly walked out of her hotel room and found Killian leaning against the wall near the door. “Hey.” Killian greeted Eveline softly when he realized that Eveline had come out of the room carrying quite a lot of things in both hands. Without saying anything else, Killian took some of the items and carried them. “Hi.” Eveline greeted Killian back and let Killian take the files. “Let’s walk together to the large meeting room now,” said Killian as he walked ahead of Eveline towards the elevator that would take them to the twentieth floor of the hotel. Eveline walked slowly and followed right behind Killian. They waited a few moments until the elevator doors finally opened and they quickly got in, heading for the twentieth floor. The two of them were silent in the elevator. Eveline was busy using her cell phone to send a message to Alea, asking about her mother’s condition, and immediately received a reply that reassured Eveline that her mother was now in much better condition than before. Eveline smiled when Alea sent a photo of her mother looking very cheerful in the front yard, gardening and planting flowers there. Alea also said that Eveline’s mother was eating more fruit than before, considering that her mother had always had difficulty eating fruit, and now, for her recovery and improved condition, her mother had become much more accustomed to fruit. This really calmed Eveline’s feelings and thoughts. On the other hand, Killian was also busy using his cell phone to send messages to Caleb, who was temporarily replacing him at the company, while reminding Caleb about important meetings with other employees there. Caleb immediately replied to Killian’s message and said that he didn’t need to worry, because Caleb promised that he himself would take care of everything at the company while Killian and Eveline were in New York. In addition, Killian himself also really wanted Caleb to be able to immediately overcome the problems that had occurred in the company’s marketing department, which had repeatedly lacked ideas for content creation and experienced a decline of several percent in sales compared to usual. It could be said that Killian’s company was currently experiencing a crisis in its marketing department, which somehow happened consecutively. Indeed, all of this made Killian even more worried now, and several times prevented him from sleeping soundly. “Will the investors accept this business proposal? Considering that my company has experienced several problems caused by Xavier, who was proven to have collaborated with one of my employees some time ago. I have even gathered a lot of evidence to prove to everyone that Xavier is a very evil man and would never be suitable as a business partner for any company.” ‘But how can I explain that Xavier has been attacking me and my company, not other companies? It would be ridiculous for me to do that now, right? Everyone would probably think I’m jealous of Xavier’s company, which is slightly more successful than mine, and that’s because he sabotaged my employees.’ Killian’s mind was filled with many conversations between himself and his current self, and it only made him feel more depressed. This was evident from Killian’s increasingly stern expression. Killian couldn’t help but think all sorts of bad thoughts about what Xavier might have in store for him, or his company, or even Eveline. Thinking about it, Killian immediately gasped and turned his head to the side. Eveline was still busy looking at her phone with a small smile on her face. Killian didn’t want to disturb Eveline with the negative thoughts he was currently feeling, so in the end, Killian could only remain silent and sigh slowly, before finally looking back ahead, right at the button in the elevator that showed the floor where they were now. They were already on the fifteenth floor, and in a moment they would arrive on the twentieth floor. Killian thought that no matter what, he had to be professional, because whatever happened in the meeting room with the investors also concerned the interests of his company and all of its employees. Killian had to try very hard to get the investors interested and to approve the proposal he was going to submit on behalf of his company. That way, Killian would feel much better and much calmer about doing everything he could for his company and his employees now. Ting The elevator doors slowly opened, and Killian and Eveline walked out toward the large meeting room that had been provided by the hotel. Eveline put her cell phone in her bag and did not forget to turn off the sound so that it would not disturb the meeting with the investors later. Eveline felt nervous immediately and several times shifted her gaze to Killian, who looked very confident there. This made Eveline have to regulate her breathing and heartbeat several times so as not to show everyone that she was very nervous right now, because she was about to enter a fairly large meeting. “Okay, Eveline.” Killian called out as soon as they were both in front of the meeting room door. Eveline turned and looked at Killian silently. Killian sighed slowly before saying something in a low whisper. “Don’t forget that you have to stay by my side and keep your distance if anyone who looks like Xavier is there. This meeting with the investors is very important for us. For me, for the company, and also for everyone who works there. So, you and I, we both have to work very hard to make this meeting a success and bring home the results that everyone wants. You understand what I mean, right?” “I understand. I will also help with the company’s proposal presentation as best I can. I will not disappoint you or everyone at the company who is waiting for us to bring home the best results. Therefore, we must believe that God will not take away what is destined for us. I am sure that the meeting with the investors will go smoothly,” replied Eveline. Hearing Eveline’s very optimistic answer, Killian felt motivated and calm. Killian also believed that God would give them the best in the meeting with the investors. Then, in the next second, Killian opened the meeting room door and walked in with Eveline. Inside the meeting room, there were already many investors waiting for their arrival while enjoying the food and drinks that had been provided. “Finally, you’re here, Mr. Killian. We’ve all been waiting for you. Come to think of it, it’s been quite a long time since we all gathered in the same place to discuss your company. There are many people here, so you don’t need to worry. Just think of this as a regular meeting that you hold at your company. Come in, Mr. Killian, ma’am.” Said a middle-aged investor who welcomed Killian and Eveline with a smile and a very friendly greeting. All the investors there immediately looked at Killian and Eveline with various expressions. And certainly, this made Killian feel even more confident that all the investors were waiting for his arrival with a warm and friendly welcome, and not with the negative preconceptions he had thought they might have. Meanwhile, Eveline, who was experiencing such intense stares from many people for the first time, tried to calm her nerves. “All right, Eveline, let’s do this together with a lot of hard work, and get all the investors here to agree and immediately sign the proposal and contract with this company now.” Eveline’s inner voice spoke enthusiastically.

“The proposal you presented to us is very satisfying, Mr. Killian and Ms. Eveline. We have all discussed it beforehand, and we also have great confidence in your performance as CEO of your company. We are also very familiar with your business performance over the past few years. Therefore, we all approve your company’s proposal and will provide more funding than what is requested in your proposal. We are all very confident that you will not harm or disappoint us all with the approval of this business proposal.” In the end, that was the final decision given by one of the investor representatives to Killian and Eveline. All the investors also nodded their heads in agreement with very cheerful expressions on their faces. This also brought broad smiles to Killian and Eveline’s faces, reflecting their feelings of relief, happiness, and calm. This was especially true for Killian, who had been feeling very nervous about the final decision of the investors. So now, Killian could feel much better about the investors’ decision to sign the company proposal that he and Eveline had presented earlier. Eveline looked at the investors with great relief, before finally turning and looking at Killian, who was smiling with emotion. Eveline realized that this company proposal was very important to Killian, so finally getting the signatures and approval from the investors now really made Killian feel relieved, as did Eveline. “You did it, Killian,” Eveline whispered with a broad smile. “We did it together, Eveline,” Killian replied slowly, looking at Eveline. Killian’s smile widened even more, before he looked back at the investors who had finished signing the proposal. One of them walked over to Killian and Eveline to hand them the documents. “Thank you very much, sir. Thank you all very much for your decision and the help you have given me. I promise that I will never disappoint you all, for the complete trust you have placed in me, in my company, and in all the employees in my company. Thank you very much,” said Killian very seriously, moments after he received the proposal file that had been signed by all the investors in the meeting room. After that, everyone returned to enjoying the food and drinks that had been prepared by the hotel staff in the meeting room. Killian and Eveline also enjoyed the dishes, because neither of them had had much of an appetite since they entered the meeting room earlier, so after everything had gone very well and produced good results, they were finally able to start enjoying the food that was now being served. Killian and Eveline decided to sit together at the corner table in the room and eat together in silence. “Thank God, today’s proposal presentation went very smoothly. Thank you so much for all your help, Eveline. I am truly grateful and happy for your assistance. If it weren’t for you, this proposal presentation might not have gone so smoothly with the investors,” said Killian sincerely, a small smile on his face. Killian’s face looked very calm, and Eveline fell silent, looking at Killian with mixed feelings. “Don’t be like that, Killian. It wasn’t just me who worked hard on this business proposal presentation with the investors. It was also you and everyone else in the company who helped so much, so we all contributed our abilities to this proposal, not just me,” replied Eveline, as if to give him more attention. “Hm… what you say is true, Eveline. The point is, I feel very grateful, happy, and also full of gratitude to you and everyone in the company who has been very loyal in helping me and also helping the company so that life will improve in the future.” Killian and Eveline smiled at each other before continuing their meal with the investors who were still in the meeting room. Everyone looked happy and relieved because their work in New York was finally over, and they could continue with their other work or even take a vacation there. Killian also thought about enjoying his last few days with Eveline in New York by going for walks, before finally returning home with good news today. However, there was one question on his mind, would Eveline want to go for a walk and enjoy time with him? *** Killian looked at Eveline’s back as they were now in the elevator to return to their respective rooms to rest. The presentation of the proposal and discussions with the investors in the meeting room had taken several hours and had been quite long. The investors who were present had also returned to their hotel rooms and were doing their own things. Therefore, Killian and Eveline had no choice but to return to their rooms as well. “Eveline?” Killian tried to pluck up the courage to ask, or at least try to do something new with Eveline. At least that was what Caleb had told Killian several times when he was about to leave for New York with Eveline. To start something new after the bad things and misunderstandings that had happened with Eveline, Killian really had to start slowly to get close to Eveline again in the right way. “Yes?” Eveline turned and looked at Killian behind her. Killian stepped closer to Eveline’s side while continuing to look at each other. “If you don’t mind, would you like to go for a walk later tonight?” he continued. “A walk? Where to?” asked Eveline with a smile and looking excited. Killian smiled enthusiastically too. “Walking around New York. I know a few places. You want to come with me, right?” Killian asked again. “Sure, I want to. We’ll leave at eight o’clock tonight, how about it?” Eveline offered. “Okay. I’ll be in front of your room at eight.” Killian nodded quickly with a big smile on his face. Killian felt relieved that Eveline had accepted his invitation to go out together and take a walk later that night. Soon after, the elevator doors opened, and Killian and Eveline immediately walked out to their rooms to get some rest before spending the evening walking together. “Eve.” Once again, Killian stopped Eveline as she stood in front of her room door. Eveline turned around, slightly surprised by Killian’s use of just ‘Eve’ instead of the usual “Eveline.” “Have a good rest,” said Killian with a slight smile on his face. “You too, Killian,” Eveline smiled slightly and immediately entered her room, as did Killian, who also entered his own room. Inside her room, Eveline finally broke into a wide smile. “Damn it, Eveline. Why are you acting like a middle school girl? And what’s this? You’re actually blushing? This is really not like me. Oh my God, Killian… what have you done to me these past few days?” Eveline muttered as she slowly rubbed her face. Eveline felt her face warming up and turning red. It was completely unexpected for Eveline that she would feel something for a man who was, in fact, her own boss at the company. He was also the first man to take her virginity that night. Eveline finally admitted to herself that she was a naive woman, unable to admit her feelings first. She was too afraid to truly admit what she had felt for Killian since that night until now. “Oh my God… what should I wear tonight?” Eveline muttered, looking panicked, before walking over to the bed, where her suitcase lay beside her. Hastily, Eveline lifted the suitcase and placed it on the bed, opening it. She tried to find clothes that were appropriate and, in her opinion, attractive enough to wear that night when she went out with Killian. “No… I can’t wear this. It has to be something nice and attractive. Or maybe something casual? No… no…” Eveline muttered to herself as she continued to rummage through her fairly large suitcase, scattering all the clothes she had brought onto the bed. Not long after, Eveline stopped and picked up a piece of clothing that was a fairly long formal dress. Eveline had deliberately brought it because she had thought that the meeting with the investors would be held several times, but luckily the meeting with the investors had been completely finished earlier. It was a jet black dress that reached her thighs, pencil shaped, with bell sleeves. The dress looked simple, but also elegant. Eveline smiled slightly as she looked at the dress. “I’ll just wear this dress…” she muttered, staring intently at the dress now in her hands.

Killian looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror with a smile and checked his appearance several times. Killian didn’t want to look ordinary in front of Eveline when they went out together later. “Okay, this is good enough. I look normal… and handsome…” Killian muttered confidently. After that, Killian quickly grabbed his perfume bottle and applied it generously all over his body. Killian truly wanted to look stunning in front of Eveline tonight. Truly, Killian really wanted Eveline to be his. This time, of course, in a better way than before. Killian then put the perfume bottle back in its place and quickly walked out of his room, heading to Eveline’s room, which was right next to his. Knock Knock Knock Killian knocked on Eveline’s door softly, his heart beating faster and faster. Killian felt nervous. Gosh, he had never felt anything so strange and unfamiliar towards any other woman before. Really. But why did he feel like a teenage boy experiencing love for the first time? And only Eveline could make Killian feel all of that. Click Shortly thereafter, Eveline’s door opened and Killian held his breath, his face showing utter amazement. How could he not be? Before Killian stood Eveline, wearing a beautiful black dress, her long hair flowing down her back, tied in the middle. Killian didn’t know what style it was, but Eveline’s beautiful long hair flowed down her back and the light makeup on her face made her look even more beautiful. “Hi…” Eveline greeted Killian with a nervous smile, her hands twisting together. It really felt like they were going on a date, Eveline thought. “Hi, Eveline. You look… you look really beautiful,” replied Killian. “Thank you…” Eveline bowed her head slightly for a moment before looking back at Killian, who was still staring at her without blinking. “You don’t look bad either, Killian…” Eveline murmured, holding back a smile. Killian responded to Eveline’s words with a small laugh. Eveline actually felt very nervous in front of Killian now. Because it could be said that tonight was the first time Eveline and Killian would go out together, not as CEO or employee of a company. Nor was it to conduct a transaction with conditions of self-respect like that night. The night when everything that happened now led to the two of them growing closer and closer to each other. “So, shall we leave now?” Killian reminded them of their destination. “Of course.” Eveline nodded, then closed and locked her bedroom door, after making sure she hadn’t left anything valuable behind to take with her tonight, such as her wallet, ID card, some cash, and her cell phone. After that, Killian and Eveline walked side by side, feeling a little nervous and awkward, towards the elevator to leave the hotel and enjoy a night out together in New York. However, neither Killian nor Eveline realized that they were in for a big surprise when they explored New York later that night. *** Killian took Eveline to several places, such as cafes, restaurants, bookstores, bakeries, clothing stores, and many other places. They both decided to walk around, although occasionally they took a taxi to places that were quite far away. Fortunately, Eveline wore flat shoes, so she wouldn’t feel tired or have difficulty walking for too long. Killian even bought quite a few things for Eveline as a token of his gratitude for the smooth presentation of the proposal today. Even though Eveline had refused several times, Killian insisted on buying and giving her various gifts. Killian just wanted Eveline to feel happy and comfortable while spending time with him. Even though Killian himself had no dating experience, he tried his best to do what he could. So, like it or not, Eveline accepted all the things Killian had bought for her. Even so, Eveline was also happy that Killian really paid attention to what she liked and didn’t like. After walking around for almost two hours, New York City was getting busier as the night went on, and that made Killian even more excited to take Eveline to other places. Eveline herself was also very happy, considering that this was her first time visiting New York City and enjoying so many things there with Killian. Even so, Eveline seemed to still be cautious about expectations or naive feelings that often ended up deceiving her. “You know, Eveline, I’m so happy to see you smile like this,” Killian said wholeheartedly, truly feeling happy at that moment. “Really? I always smile like this, Killian,” Eveline muttered. “No,” Killian shook his head, disagreeing with Eveline’s statement. “This time, your smile doesn’t look like the smile you usually show to many people. Your smile looks different,” Killian continued. Eveline looked at Killian with various expressions before finally turning her gaze elsewhere, specifically toward the traffic and the many people passing by in New York City, which was getting busier as the night grew later. Killian became awkward and scratched his neck, which wasn’t itchy, with his right hand, while his left hand helped Eveline carry some items. Eveline herself was also carrying some items in her right hand. Several people looked at them and chuckled. Perhaps they thought Killian was a boyfriend trying to appease Eveline, who was upset with him, with various gifts. Maybe they also thought Killian was trying to charm Eveline into keeping her smile. In any case, Killian and Eveline really looked like a perfect couple. “Eve, let’s take a break at that cafe. I heard they have hot chocolate there. You like hot chocolate, right?” asked Killian as he stopped walking and pointed to the cafe not far in front of them. “Yes, I like it.” Eveline nodded with a smile on her face. “Great. Let’s go there.” Unexpectedly, Killian immediately pulled Eveline’s left hand to walk closer to the cafe, and immediately ordered a special VIP table. It was a table with chairs that seemed to surround them, so it really felt VIP and special. Killian also immediately ordered some food and drinks, specifically hot chocolate, which was Eveline’s favorite, from the cafe waiter. Eveline looked at the various items Killian had bought for her from the seat next to her. Killian wanted to give Eveline the best tonight, and it seemed that Killian had other plans to truly express his feelings to Eveline tonight, if necessary. Killian was a little worried, considering that Eveline was also quite close to Doctor Leo, who had treated Eveline’s mother in the hospital. Not to mention, in Killian’s view, Dr. Leo seemed to have other feelings for Eveline, so Killian didn’t want anyone else to get ahead of him in his quest to win Eveline’s heart. But Killian had no idea how or when to do it. He had never done anything like this before. “Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom,” Eveline muttered as she walked away to the restroom. Killian nodded slowly as he watched Eveline’s back disappear behind the wall with the bathroom sign on it. Therefore, Killian immediately sent a secret message to Caleb, hoping to get some advice on what he could do to truly express his feelings to Eveline tonight. “I think Miss Eveline will be really angry with you, sir, if you express your feelings to her tonight.” That was the message Caleb sent in reply to the message Killian had sent earlier. “But why? I really want Eveline to know how I truly feel about her. Help me, Caleb, I really don’t know how. Haven’t you had many ex-girlfriends? So you know how, right?” Killian pleaded in a new message he quickly sent to Caleb. “Okay. I think Miss Eveline is the type of woman who is quite rigid with her own feelings and the feelings of others. So a romantic approach might work.” “I’ve taken Eveline out for walks and given her lots of gifts, I’ve also taken her to a cafe for hot chocolate. Isn’t that romantic enough?” “That’s romantic enough… but Miss Eveline’s character is very difficult to read. She’s a very mysterious woman,” Caleb replied honestly. Killain fell silent, looking at Caleb’s reply and agreeing with it. Killian still couldn’t easily read Eveline’s character, even now. Killian always wondered what he could do for Eveline, but Eveline’s attitude was always difficult to read. “I’ll think of something else then.” That was the only reply Killian sent to Caleb before turning off his phone when he saw Eveline returning from the restroom and walking back toward their table. “Sorry for taking so long,” Eveline muttered as she sat back down in her chair. “No problem,” replied Killian, then quickly turned his head when he saw the cafe waiter arrive with their food and drinks and immediately set everything on the table. Eveline smiled as she looked at the steam rising from the mug of hot chocolate in front of her. Killian looked at Eveline and smiled back. They were like a couple on their first date, so awkward with each other. “Enjoy your food, I’m going to the toilet,” said Killian as he headed to the toilet. Killian washed his hands and splashed some water on his face. As he took some tissues to wipe his wet face, Killian was surprised to find someone standing right behind him. “You! How did you get here?!” exclaimed Killian, who immediately turned around and looked straight at the person who was now smiling slyly behind him. Killian stared intently at the person, who responded casually. He was Xavier, Killian’s eternal enemy.

“Xavier, how did you get here?! Have you been following me?!” Killian asked again, his voice betraying his displeasure at Xavier’s presence right in front of him. An aura of hostility instantly emanated from both Killian and Xavier. They glared at each other. “Well, is that how you greet an old friend, Killian?” Xavier asked mockingly. “Old friend? You are an old enemy, not my friend. Don’t be too confident.” “Whatever. I guess the meeting with the investors went very well, huh? You look very happy with that woman. Is she your girlfriend or… your toy?” Grep Killian immediately grabbed Xavier’s collar tightly and pushed him against the toilet wall. “How dare you call her a toy! Watch your mouth, Xavier!” Killian growled, displeased with Xavier’s remarks about Eveline. “Heh. Why, Killian? Do you like that woman? I don’t think she likes you one bit. You’re still the same. A CEO who is too innocent and naive when dealing with women. Damn. You’re even too fragile to have a partner. How could any woman like you? So you better give up and leave that woman to me. At least, she’ll be much happier with me. I can give her happiness. Eveline. Her name is Eveline, right?” “Damn it, Xavier. What do you want?! Are you upset because you can’t do anything about my meeting with those investors, huh?!” Killian tightened his grip on Xavier’s collar. Killian’s eyes were red and full of emotion now. Killian was worried about what Xavier would do to Eveline, considering that Xavier already knew about Eveline and his feelings. “Yes, of course I’m upset. The security at the hotel really interfered with my plans. So, instead, I’m targeting something else. The game has just begun, and I’m sure everything will be fun, Killian. Haven’t we played many terrible games like this before? But unfortunately, you always survive the games I prepare for you, so enjoy my new game.” Xavier grinned. “What do you want, Xavier?! You already have everything you want. So don’t bother me and Eveline anymore! Eveline doesn’t need to be involved in your crazy game, Xavier! Just play your crazy game with me. We’re rivals, but if you bother Eveline, I won’t hesitate to retaliate against your crazy games, even worse than you!” Killian said again, loudly. “What I want is for you to fail and lose. I want you to disappear and your company to be wiped off the face of the earth. And it seems like I’ve done the right thing by targeting one of the most important things in your life right now. So, let’s see, Killian. Who will win this game, me or you?” Xavier paused as he grabbed Killian’s hands, which were now tightening their grip on his collar. Xavier felt suffocated, but he always liked to disturb Killian’s peaceful life like that. Xavier really enjoyed Killian’s helplessness in his various games. “If I lose, then I won’t bother you or anyone else in your life anymore, Killian. But if you lose, you have to accept that your new beloved woman will be mine. Hah… I feel like I have something interesting to play with later. If I can get Eveline, that means I can kill you slowly, right?” Hearing that, Killian immediately punched Xavier hard in the face, knocking him to the bathroom floor. Xavier’s lips were bleeding slightly. Xavier wiped his lips with his right hand and stared at the blood there, but seeing his own blood made him chuckle softly. Killian frowned deeply at this, and became even more convinced that Xavier was indeed a crazy man. Truly crazy. Killian spat in disgust at Xavier’s madness. “I will never let you have Eveline, Xavier. She’s mine! Not yours or anyone else’s! I will make sure you never get anywhere near Eveline, Xavier. If you dare to approach her or even just look at her, you’ll have to step over my dead body first.” Killian threatened. “I’d be happy to do that, Killian. But first, save your woman, then threaten me again. You… will be very surprised. Hahahaha!” Xavier laughed loudly. Hearing Xavier’s words, Killian’s eyes widened as he remembered Eveline, who was probably eating or drinking something they had ordered earlier. Killian grabbed Xavier’s collar again, his eyes red and his hands shaking violently, holding back all kinds of emotions filled with rage towards Xavier. Killian could have killed Xavier, but not in a public place like this. “What have you done to Eveline, you bastard!” “Calm down, Killian. I’m helping you this time. Not to play around. As an old friend, I’m helping you get the woman of your dreams, how about that? Maybe after that you’ll share her with me. Don’t be greedy. We’ve always shared many things since the old days, right?” Hearing Xavier’s ambiguous words to Killian, he immediately threw Xavier’s body to the bathroom floor once again. Without waiting any longer, Killian ran out of the bathroom and returned to the table where Eveline was still sitting. Killian’s eyes widened when he saw Eveline coughing several times while leaning back in her chair. However, not many people noticed this, considering the VIP location of their table and the fact that there were only a few people there at the moment. “Eveline? Are you okay?” Killian asked frantically as soon as he was close to Eveline. Killian put his left arm around Eveline’s back to check on her condition. Killian even put the back of his right hand on Eveline’s forehead and felt the heat there. “Damn it. What have you done to Eveline, Xavier? She shouldn’t be involved in your crazy game. Damn it, Xavier. Damn you!” Killian kept cursing Xavier in his mind. “Killian, I feel strange…” Eveline murmured breathlessly. “I can’t breathe properly, and the temperature in this cafe has become very hot. I can’t take it. I’d only drunk half of the hot chocolate, and at first… at first I thought it might be the effect of the hot drink. But… but my body feels really strange. I don’t know why… please, Killian.” Eveline continued to explain, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier. Killian clenched his fists, then cupped Eveline’s face so that they were now looking at each other. “Eveline, listen to me. Stay here quietly, I’ll ask the cafe staff to clear out all the customers so I can get you out of here safely. It wouldn’t be good if anyone else saw you like this. Okay? Do you hear me, Eveline?” “Yes… yes… I hear you. I… I’ll stay here…” Eveline replied with difficulty. Eveline nodded slowly, closing and opening her eyelids, which were getting heavier and heavier now. Eveline truly didn’t know what was actually happening to her. Eveline felt strange and there was something she really wanted to do, and she felt it wouldn’t end well. Killian immediately ran to the cafe staff and asked them to close the cafe quickly. Of course, he gave the cafe manager a lot of money for this, but everyone already knew who Killian was and, of course, obeyed and kept their mouths shut about what was happening. Killian also asked for a taxi to be called to take him and Eveline back to the hotel immediately. The cafe staff also helped Killian load all his belongings into the taxi they had ordered for Killian and Eveline. The cafe staff also apologized for their negligence in preparing and serving the food and drinks, which had made Eveline the victim of someone’s sabotage. Additionally, the cafe manager was worried that Killian might report the issue to the police. However, Killian didn’t want to prolong the matter and only asked them to be more careful. After all, Killian would only be in New York until the day after tomorrow and would then return to the company. As for Xavier, Killian would think of something else later to get back at Xavier, who had started acting recklessly as usual again. In addition, Killian was also very sure that Xavier must have added a stimulant to Eveline’s drink when he saw how Eveline was reacting now. Killian covered Eveline with the jacket he was wearing. The two of them were on their way back to the hotel in a taxi. Upon arriving at the hotel, Killian immediately asked the driver and hotel staff to bring the items he had purchased to his room, and Killian himself would carry Eveline to the room in a bridal style. Killian made sure Eveline was okay even though she had almost lost consciousness. “Rest for a while, Eveline. I’ll be back with a warm drink for you. Wait a minute.” Killian muttered as he laid Eveline down on the bed. Killian turned to the phone in the hotel room and asked room service to bring a glass of warm drink and a cold compress to Eveline’s room immediately. Eveline, who was already lying on the bed, looked at Killian’s back, her heart beating faster and faster. Eveline didn’t understand why her body reacted so differently around Killian, not to mention Killian’s perfume that still lingered on her body and filled her sense of smell. Eveline’s eyes were misty, and she couldn’t stand it anymore. “I don’t want to be naive anymore. Whatever happens in the future, I don’t want to be shackled by these feelings anymore,” Eveline’s heart spoke firmly. Finally, Eveline got up from her lying position on the bed and walked slowly towards Killian, who had just finished calling room service. Quickly, Eveline hugged Killian from behind. This instantly made Killian’s body stiffen and he was taken aback. Killian even almost dropped the phone he was putting back in its place. “Eveline, what are you doing?” Killian asked, his voice trembling. How could Killian not react that way, when he could feel Eveline’s warm breath around his neck? ‘Damn it. How much of that drug did Xavier give Eveline to make her like this? No. I can’t do this. This is completely wrong. Even though I want Eveline, I don’t want her under the influence of this drug. I’ve tried so hard to get close to Eveline after that night, and now Xavier’s crazy game is going to destroy all my efforts,” Killian thought to himself. “Please, Killian. Help me… I can’t take it anymore. Please…” whispered Eveline. And unfortunately, Killian felt something stirring inside him. Killian tried to restrain himself, even holding his breath. Now Eveline’s hands were moving down Killian’s muscular stomach with movements that really provoked him. Killian turned quickly and grabbed Eveline’s hands tightly. Killian’s eyes were clouded by the desire he had long suppressed. “If this continues, you might hate me even more tomorrow morning, Eveline. I don’t want you to hate me,” Killian whispered. “Then don’t make me hate you.” That was when Killian kissed Eveline.

(18+) Killian kissed Eveline’s lips deeper and more gently. Killian cupped Eveline’s face with both palms and caressed other parts of her body several times. Eveline responded to every kiss Killian gave her. Their lips locked together, separating only occasionally to catch their breath, as their hands began to undress each other. Now the floor of the hotel room was littered with Killian and Eveline’s clothes. Killian laid Eveline down on the bed and paused for a moment. Killian’s eyes gazed at Eveline’s flushed face, clouded with lust. Eveline returned Killian’s gaze with her own weary eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this, Eveline? You won’t regret it?” whispered Killian, his right hand caressing Eveline’s sweaty face. The room grew hot, even though the AC was on. Eveline nodded firmly. “Yes… please, Killian. Please…” Eveline whispered as she cupped Killian’s face with both hands and quickly kissed his entire face. Killian’s face was now in the hollow of Eveline’s neck, leaving a wet trail there. Eveline moaned as Killian’s touch drove her wild. Eveline is completely unaware that she herself has been too naive for some time now. And now Eveline realizes that she wants Killian, she wants Killian very much. That’s why Eveline doesn’t feel disturbed when she hears Killian and Caleb’s earlier conversation about Killian’s feelings for her. “I want you so much, Eveline. You don’t know how crazy you make me feel. I… I love you so much, Eveline,” Killian finally confessed. After keeping his feelings for Eveline hidden for so long, he finally said it clearly. And that made Eveline’s eyes fill with tears, moved. “I want you too, Killian…. I really do.” Eveline nodded and brought her face close to Killian’s ear. “I’m in love with you, Killian,” she continued. Hearing that confession, Killian could no longer hide his happiness. The two of them finally gave in to their lust and love that night. *** Eveline woke up with her eyes feeling heavy in the morning, her whole body feeling very sore. Eveline turned her head to the side and found Killian still asleep, hugging her tightly. Eveline smiled slightly as she looked at Killian, who now appeared to be sleeping soundly. Eveline’s thoughts returned to the first night they spent together. At that time, Eveline didn’t want to look at Killian even once, not even a little, as the first man to take her virginity, as the first man to sleep with her. But now, Eveline realized that she had truly fallen completely in love with Killian. Eveline no longer wanted to feel naive or even lie to herself about her feelings from now on. Eveline wanted to experience a happiness she had never felt before, which was falling in love with a man. Killian lay on his stomach with his left arm wrapped around Eveline’s body. Killian was even snoring softly now, something he had never really done before, because he had always had trouble sleeping, and only with Eveline could Killian sleep soundly. Eveline smiled slightly as she looked at Killian’s peaceful face, then gently stroked his cheek with her right palm. This made Killian frown slightly, as he felt his sleep was slightly disturbed. Considering that they had both gone to sleep early that morning, they were still feeling very sleepy now. Eveline continued to gently stroke Killian’s face, and eventually, Killian opened his eyes and looked at Eveline with a small smile. “Hey, have you been awake for a while?” Killian muttered as he changed his position to lie on his back. Eveline adjusted the blanket she was using to cover her now-naked body while nodding her head. “Just now,” she replied. “Thank you for trusting Eveline with your feelings. I know that the first steps we took together before made you uncomfortable. But… I promise that from now on, I will never disappoint you. I won’t let you be sad, Eve,” said Killian, looking at Eveline. The fact that they were both naked and only covered by a blanket made the atmosphere between them still feel very intense. Eveline, who heard Killian’s words, remained silent with a small smile on her face. “I know, what we went through together before is something that is very difficult for you and me to forget, Killian. And I fully acknowledge that, because it is indeed quite difficult to forget the moment when I had to lose my virginity to you. But now, I feel much better with the honesty between us. I think that’s the first thing we should have done,” said Eveline as she caressed Killian’s face, who was now leaning to the side so they could look at each other more freely. “You know, Eve. You’re the first person who helped me get a really good night’s sleep last night and before. I always had trouble sleeping, and I never understood myself or even my feelings for you or other people. And now, with you in my life, I feel much better too. I can learn to understand myself much better. At least, not just for myself, but for you too, Eve.” Eveline kissed Killian’s lips briefly. “Thank you for loving someone like me, Killian,” she murmured sincerely. “No, Eveline. Don’t thank me…” Killian shook his head, then took Eveline’s hand, which had been caressing his face all along. Killian kissed Eveline’s hand very romantically. “I am the one who should be thanking you, for what you went through when dealing with my confusing nature and attitude some time ago. I… am truly grateful that you are willing to love me. You have made me feel like I am a very important person in your life, Eveline.” They kissed again for a moment before finally letting go of each other. “But Killian, why was I so different last night? I only drank hot chocolate and have never felt anything strange like I did last night…” Eveline asked curiously, even furrowing her brow deeply as she recalled the effect the hot chocolate had on her body last night. Eveline’s face even turned red as she remembered what she and Killian did afterwards. “Someone put something in your drink, Eve,” Killian replied with a harsh sigh. Killian was still upset with Xavier’s plan, which was now directed at Eveline instead of him. Killian was really afraid that Xavier would do something to harm Eveline in the future. “Who is that person, Killian?” “That person is Xavier. He knows that I love you, Eveline.”

Eveline’s eyes widened in surprise. Eveline never expected that Xavier, Killian’s arch-enemy, would eventually find out about her and their recent closeness. This certainly caused Eveline some concern. Meanwhile, Killian was furious, because Xavier’s actions had caused him and Eveline to spend another night together. But not in the way Killian wanted. Killian really wanted to start a new relationship with Eveline in the right way, but Xavier’s evil plan had completely ruined everything. Killian rubbed his face in frustration, and Eveline immediately stroked Killian’s cheek gently. “I really don’t know how Xavier found out about you and me, Eveline. Xavier even went so far as to put a stimulant in your drink, and I’m really sorry for not being careful enough to protect you from him,” Killian said regretfully. “Killian, what Xavier did to me wasn’t your fault. Xavier carried out an evil plan to disrupt us and your company. It would be much better if we all started to be on guard so that Xavier doesn’t cause any more chaos,” Eveline muttered, looking at Killian very seriously. “If Xavier can easily put something in food or drink, then he can do more than that, Killian. I don’t know what Xavier has done to you and your company, but seeing how reckless he is in his evil plans, I’m sure he has many other evil plans up his sleeve.” Eveline continued to give her opinion. Killian nodded slowly. “You’re right, Eve. I already know what Xavier is capable of doing to me or my company over the past few years. However, Xavier has dared to interfere with you, and I don’t like that at all, Eveline. After all, your safety is my responsibility from now on. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you or your mother.” “So, what are you going to do to deal with Xavier now, Killian? You can’t let him mess with your life anymore, can you?” asked Eveline, seeking reassurance, now feeling very worried. Eveline was also afraid that Xavier would interfere with the safety of her mother, whose health had not yet recovered. “What is certain is that I will increase security. Not only security for myself or the company, but also security for you and your mother. Besides, I usually order Caleb to monitor all of Xavier’s movements, both at his home and at his company. So I think that’s enough for now.” “Are you sure you can deal with Xavier’s madness, Killian? We never know what other people are capable of. And someone like Xavier, even though I don’t really know or understand him, I think he’s full of all kinds of madness.” Killian nodded slowly, as if agreeing with what Eveline had just said. Not to mention the various evil plans that Xavier might have prepared for the two of them now. Killian became even more convinced that Xavier would increasingly push his evil plans closer to Eveline. And that made Killian even more concerned about everything that might happen in the future. Seeing the worry clearly visible on Killian’s face, Eveline immediately felt guilty. Because Killian now had to start thinking of ways to protect himself and his mother. Eveline did not want to be seen as a woman who took advantage of a man for her own personal gain. Therefore, Eveline was silent for a moment before finally sighing slowly and kissing Killian’s cheek lightly. “Don’t worry about anything, Killian. I can take care of myself. Besides, I’m sure Xavier will only use me to mess with your mind. But don’t let that make you a weak man. Xavier just wants to play with you, not me. So, focus on keeping yourself, the company, and all the employees safe, including Caleb,” said Eveline attentively. “What do you mean by saying all that, Eveline? I will certainly take care of you, because you are one of the most valuable people in my life. Even though I am the CEO of a company, that doesn’t mean I will sacrifice the valuable people in my life to save the company. I’m not that selfish, Eve… after all, you are my responsibility now,” replied Killian with a frown on his forehead, clearly showing that he didn’t like what Eveline had said. “That’s not what I meant, Killian. Listen to me first, okay?” Eveline muttered as she shook her head slowly. Eveline knew how difficult it was for Killian to really listen to what other people had to say, so she changed her position from lying down to sitting up, pulling the blanket tighter around her body. Slowly, Eveline cradled Killian’s head, whose eyes looked up at Eveline, sparkling. Killian seemed to remember his childhood when his late mother often cradled his head. This made something in Killian’s heart flutter with calmness and happiness at the same time. Eveline then gently stroked Killian’s hair with her right palm. “Killian, I really don’t mean to make you think that I reject the extra protection you will give me and my mother. It’s just that, when I think about it again, I am an employee at your company. Just an ordinary employee, who happens to be involved with you on a deeper level. I don’t want anyone else to know about our relationship right now, because I’m sure that not only will everyone gossip about you, but most of them will gossip about me and insult me without knowing what’s really going on.” “Eveline…” Killian’s eyes widened, surprised by Eveline’s words. Killian hadn’t thought that far ahead, but Eveline had. Killian just wanted to give Eveline the best. Really. Nothing else. “Killian… if anyone else knew about our relationship from the beginning until now, they would all turn around and insult me. It’s possible that they would all think of me as a slut who was trying to take advantage of her boss at the company. Everyone would think that I was a low-class woman who would do anything to get money from you.” Eveline paused and sighed. “Not to mention what other people might think, that I got my current job at your company through disgusting means. When I myself have been struggling to get my position and job at your company for several years now. And really, for God’s sake, I don’t want other people to see me that way. Don’t you also think I’m that kind of woman, Killian?” Killian was once again silenced by Eveline’s words. Because what Eveline had just said was the truth. At first, when Eveline asked for a loan and agreed to spend the night with him, Killian also thought that Eveline was a woman who would do anything to get money, and even now, Killian felt guilty about his thoughts at that time. This was because Killian deeply despised women who would do anything to get money, even if it meant doing something very wrong, or even disgusting. “I’m really sorry for what I thought back then, Eveline. I really regret not finding out more about you beforehand,” Killian said regretfully to Eveline. Killian felt very ashamed of his own thoughts. “It’s no longer a problem, Killian. I am also at fault for not telling you the truth about borrowing money to pay for my mother’s medical expenses. So, I was involved in what we did that night. But now, the problem is very different. We no longer have any misunderstandings, and that is also very important.” “But I’m just worried about what other people might think, since they don’t know what’s really going on between us. So I want you to act normal around me and not show your interest in me too much to everyone at the company. Only you, me, and Caleb need to know what’s going on between us. So, promise me you’ll keep our relationship a secret from everyone for a while, until Xavier stops bothering us.” “Eveline, I… I really want everyone to know that we’re in a relationship. At first, I really wanted everyone to know about our relationship, so there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings in the future. But, once again, Xavier is causing trouble and now he’s targeting you as part of his evil and cunning plan to weaken me. So, whether I like it or not, I agree with what you said, Eveline. For your sake, for my sake, and for everyone’s sake, we will keep our relationship a secret from everyone, until the time is right, without Xavier’s evil plans.” Eveline nodded with a small smile. “But Killian, who exactly is Xavier? Why does he always bother and endanger you?” Killian paused for a moment and sighed deeply again. “Actually, Xavier is my old friend. He’s the friend who stabbed me in the back. He hates me because he’s jealous of my life, which is going more smoothly than his. Xavier also slept with my first ex-girlfriend. Even though I never loved my ex-girlfriend, I felt disappointed because the best friend I trusted betrayed my trust. Not to mention my father’s infidelity issues, I became even more unable to trust others so easily.” Hearing this, Eveline, who was initially shocked by the fact that Xavier had been close to Killian as a friend, immediately felt sorry for Killian’s suffocating life. Therefore, Eveline slowly bent down and kissed Killian’s lips, trying to give him a little comfort.

Killian and Eveline quickly cleaned themselves up and gathered their clothes, which were still scattered on the floor of the room. They both tried to act normal, so as not to arouse suspicion in others. According to Killian, they did this because they were worried that Xavier or his men might still be around Killian and Eveline, watching their movements. Waiting for them to let their guard down and creating a golden opportunity for Xavier to carry out his crazy plan again. Eveline even decided to return to her room quickly. Fortunately, Eveline’s room was right in front of Killian’s room, so Eveline didn’t need much time or effort to immediately enter her own hotel room. Killian hadn’t told her what his next plan was, but Eveline wanted to be on guard, because after all, Xavier already knew about their current relationship. “Hopefully, that crazy man named Xavier doesn’t know anything about that night. The night when my relationship with Killian began in a complicated way. I’m worried that if anyone else finds out, especially Xavier, then everything I’ve built with my own efforts could be destroyed and ruined just like that.” Eveline muttered as she sat on her clean bed. Eveline even forgot about some of her belongings that might have been scattered around earlier, because she was choosing a dress to wear to meet Killian last night. Eveline sighed heavily, she continued to feel uneasy with Xavier’s presence between her and Killian now. Eveline felt that Xavier could be a huge threat for the first time in her life. “God, please help me and Killian to face Xavier.” Eveline prayed several times with her eyes closed. Soon after, Eveline decided to open her cell phone and read several messages sent by Alea about her mother. One of the messages said that Eveline’s mother missed her very much and asked when Eveline would come home. Eveline immediately replied that she and Killian would come home later that night and would bring some souvenirs with them. Eveline felt happy and relieved that her mother’s condition was improving day by day. “In that case, I’ll go out for a bit to buy some souvenirs. I can’t be seen in public with Killian right now. I’m afraid that Xavier’s men will spy on me and Killian. After all, I have to be careful and not make any mistakes. Someone like Xavier is definitely a very unpredictable person,” Eveline muttered to herself as she steadied her heart and mind. Eveline sighed deeply and turned off her cell phone. She then got up and cleaned herself up once more to change into more casual clothes. This afternoon, Eveline was going to several shopping centers to buy souvenirs for her mother, Alea, and Lily. After all, Eveline had to bring separate souvenirs for the three of them, right? As for Killian, Eveline was sure he would buy souvenirs for everyone at the company himself. So Eveline wasn’t going to worry too much about that now. Quickly, Eveline put on her jacket and sneakers. Not forgetting, Eveline also brought her wallet containing her ATM card and a large amount of cash, her cell phone, and her pepper spray. Yes, Eveline didn’t forget to bring the pepper spray she had owned for a long time. Considering the crisis caused by Xavier, Eveline was secretly feeling anxious now. “Alright, everything is ready. I also sent a message to Killian that I was going out to buy some souvenirs. Even though Killian forbade it, I still had to go, at least to send a signal to Xavier that I wasn’t afraid and that I wasn’t directly involved with Killian,” Eveline muttered confidently. Without waiting any longer, Eveline walked out of the room and the hotel through the elevator. Eveline brushed her hair, which she had deliberately let down to cover part of her face and neck. Eveline even had to cover some parts of her neck with thick makeup because of the marks Killian had left on her the night before. It was a very wild and passionate night that Eveline had spent with Killian. Once outside the hotel, Eveline decided to walk while enjoying the bustling atmosphere of New York City, which was always lively and never quiet. Eveline opened her phone to search for a souvenir shop and felt increasingly excited. Entering a shop known for its extensive selection, Eveline didn’t forget to take a trolley with her. Eveline walked slowly, observing the shop. Eveline picked up a few items and put them in the cart she was pushing slowly. She didn’t forget to grab some chocolate and snacks. Even some instant coffee and chocolate drinks caught Eveline’s attention. Eveline remembered that Lily really liked coffee, so she decided to buy Lily some chocolate and instant coffee. Eveline also picked up some dried fruits that had been made into candy and jelly. Eveline stood silently in front of a shelf with several choices of chocolate drinks, all of which looked very appealing and delicious, making it quite difficult for her to decide which one to buy. Eveline picked up two boxes of powdered chocolate drinks in both hands and looked at them several times. Eveline was very curious about how the two chocolate powder drinks tasted. “The bear brand tastes more chocolatey than the dolphin brand. If you want to try it, try the bear brand and the rose brand.” “Really? Thank you for your advice,” said Eveline to someone who was willing to give her advice about chocolate powder drinks. After that, Eveline began to take several boxes of chocolate powder drinks as suggested by the person next to her. Eveline didn’t pay much attention until she had put several boxes of chocolate drinks into her trolley. When she turned around, Eveline immediately rounded her eyes when she realized that the person was Xavier, who was now smiling slightly. “You!” Eveline muttered in disbelief, completely surprised that Xavier had found her there so easily. “Well, hello, Eveline. You really like chocolate, huh? Aren’t you tired of what you drank last night?” Xavier asked mockingly. “You’re trying to poison me,” Eveline muttered angrily, glaring at Xavier with hostility. “How can there be a person like you? How dare you fight a woman,” Eveline said again, her voice sounding slightly mocking. “Well, you know, Miss Eveline. Killian and I can’t be friends. But I also can’t let Killian go peacefully. And I know he loves you. How about you work with me? You get Killian’s love, and I get his company. How about that? Isn’t that a very attractive offer for a woman like you?” “Don’t mess with me, I have pepper spray in my bag. I can spray your eyes and hurt you. If you think I’m a greedy woman again, it won’t just be pepper spray I’ll spray in your eyes. I’ll rub it directly on your face so you know how it feels. Understand?!” Eveline threatened. Eveline even moved as if she were about to take the pepper spray from her bag right then and there. All of this did not escape Xavier’s gaze, who immediately changed his smirk into a small smile. Xavier did not take his eyes off Eveline’s behavior, who was so wary of him. “Go ahead if you dare. You’ll find out what I can do in the future,” Xavier whispered. “I’m not afraid. I have a lot of weapons in my bag right now. So don’t mess with me. Or I’ll yell at everyone in this store to beat you up.” Eveline felt a little shaky because of Xavier’s sharp and intimidating gaze. Eveline’s hands were even shaking and unfocused, even just to open her own bag and take out her pepper spray bottle. “We’ll see about that, Eveline. I think we’ll be seeing each other more often starting today. Wouldn’t it be nice if we saw each other more often? You don’t want anyone else to know about you and Killian, right? So tell Killian to be careful from now on. Who knows, maybe you’ll change your mind and choose me instead.” Xavier said confidently in front of Eveline. “Never.” Eveline said, quickly pushing her shopping cart away from Xavier, who was still standing there in silence. “Eveline Mason… you really are a very intriguing woman.” Xavier murmured with a small smile on his face, watching Eveline’s back as she walked further away.

Eveline walked quickly back to the hotel with quite a few shopping bags filled with souvenirs she would bring home for her mother, Alea, and Lily. In addition, Eveline also had to discuss her chance encounter with Xavier a while ago at the shopping center. Eveline also wanted to discuss which employees deserved a promotion at the company, and if possible, she would ask Killian to promote Lily. This was because Eveline felt that Lily always worked harder and was more enthusiastic than the other employees. Not to mention the phone conversation that Eveline had accidentally overheard earlier, in which Lily said she really needed a promotion at the company to supplement her family’s income. Eveline couldn’t bear to let Lily struggle alone when she needed help like this. After arriving at her hotel room, Eveline immediately opened the door and placed the various shopping bags on the bed, then lay down next to them with a heavy sigh. Eveline felt exhausted. In fact, there were still many items that Killian had bought for her last night, and she hadn’t even opened them all yet. Eveline turned her head and looked anxiously at the many shopping bags that almost filled her hotel room. “I should have gone to buy a bigger suitcase. With this many things, the suitcase I brought won’t be enough to store them all. Damn. If I hadn’t met Xavier, I wouldn’t have rushed back to the hotel. How did he end up there and meet me? Was Killian right, that Xavier would be watching my movements?” Eveline muttered, her feelings clouded with worry. After all, if you think about it, having a man follow or watch a woman is the most terrifying and uncomfortable thing for anyone. Not to mention the fact that many people already knew that Killian and Xavier were old enemies who often competed in business. And after Killian gained the trust of many investors, Xavier once again caused trouble and terror. Eveline had no idea what Xavier really wanted from Killian. She sighed again and shook her head several times. “No, I can’t worry too much. Someone like Xavier would be too happy if the target of his evil and cunning plan felt worried or afraid. No. I can’t be like this. I have to be strong. At least, if not for Killian, then I have to be strong for myself, my mother, and also my friends who still need help and protection.” Eveline got up from the bed and immediately arranged several shopping bags containing souvenirs on the floor of the room. Eveline intended to organize all the items after buying a new, large suitcase later. After making sure all the shopping bags were neatly arranged, Eveline quickly changed her clothes, putting on something more casual, and didn’t forget to take off the jacket and sneakers she had been wearing while lying on the bed. Click “Eveline, we’re going home tonight. I already bought the tickets and…” Killian’s voice suddenly entered Eveline’s room and stopped immediately, and Eveline turned around in panic with both hands clutching her casual clothes in front of her body. Eveline was not fully dressed and was only wearing black underwear. Killian was stunned by the sight, because he had no idea that Eveline was changing clothes without locking the door. “Killian?” whispered Eveline, who was just as surprised as Killian. Eveline even tightened her grip on the clothes she was carrying to cover her front. And of course, that wasn’t enough to cover her entire body. Without saying anything, Killian immediately walked into the room and didn’t forget to lock the door. Killian quickly walked towards Eveline and kissed her deeply on the lips. Killian felt that he was crazy about Eveline, and he was always thirsty for Eveline’s touch. They kissed each other back, and Eveline dropped the clothes she had been holding in both hands onto the floor. Gently, Killian laid Eveline and himself down on the bed and continued their passionate activities there. Killian and Eveline were intoxicated by the love burning within them and no longer cared about Xavier or anyone else. They both wanted more and more. *** At exactly nine o’clock in the evening, Killian and Eveline boarded the plane to return home with quite a few suitcases filled with personal belongings and souvenirs for many people there. Eveline and Killian couldn’t stop holding hands. Fortunately, Killian and Eveline wore sunglasses and clothes that made them difficult to recognize, at least as a precaution in case Xavier was around them without them realizing it. “So, what are we going to discuss about Xavier’s presence in New York?” asked Eveline as the plane began to take off. “For sure, I’ll talk to Caleb first. Because, if Xavier can easily find out that you and I are going to New York to meet with investors, then he’ll also know that we’re on our way back now. At least, just in case Xavier is on the same plane or might be following our movements home,” Killian explained in a whisper. Eveline was silent for a moment, listening to this, and remembering how she and Xavier had accidentally met at the mall earlier. Eveline hadn’t even had a chance to say anything about it to Killian. Eveline felt that as long as Xavier didn’t do anything further, she didn’t need to say anything to Killian for the time being. Eveline was also very sure that Xavier only intended to play with Killian’s feelings and focus, using her. Not to mention Eveline’s intention to ask for a promotion for Lily. Eveline felt that it was no longer her place to get further involved in the performance appraisal of employees at the company. “In that case, I’ll help too. I think Xavier just wants to play with your focus and feelings, Killian. If Xavier bothers me, you definitely won’t be able to focus on your work at the company. Moreover, you have just gained the trust of the investors in your company. Xavier is looking for a chance to mess that up and make the investors lose their trust in you. So, you have to be careful from now on, Killian.” Eveline said, holding Killian’s palm quite tightly, while looking at him deeply. “Don’t be fooled by anything that might happen in the future. I’ll be ready too, if he does come back to bother me. But I want you to stay focused on your position as CEO of the company. Don’t let Xavier’s games distract you and harm you or the investors,” Eveline continued firmly. Killian looked at Eveline with a small smile on his face. Then Killian returned Eveline’s handshake. “Don’t worry, Eveline. I will remain focused on my work as CEO of the company. I will not disappoint the investors who have placed their trust in me and the company. I will not let them feel that they can no longer trust me. No. I will not let Xavier’s plans fool me and weaken me.” Killian sighed slowly, looking ahead. “Even so, I will also try to protect you from Xavier’s crazy plans. I won’t let you fight him alone. Because this is my problem and Xavier’s, not a problem you have to face, Eveline.” “I know, Killian. For now, until the situation calms down and there are no more disturbances from Xavier, we have to protect ourselves. We also can’t be seen together in public, to prevent unwanted things from happening for the time being. After that, we can talk about our relationship in general. Okay?” Eveline reached for Killian’s cheek until they were looking at each other again. Eveline kissed Killian’s lips slowly, as if to give him a little peace and strength. Killian grabbed Eveline’s neck and deepened their kiss for a moment, before finally letting go. They both looked at each other with big smiles. “I will make sure this problem is resolved soon. Besides that, I also have to start selecting and finding out something very important at the company.” “What is it, Killian?” Eveline furrowed her brow slightly, feeling curious. Killian removed his hand from Eveline’s neck and looked at her with a very serious expression. Killian didn’t answer right away and looked around, afraid that someone might be listening to their conversation, which they were having in whispers. “I think there are other people watching us in my own company, Eve. I’m sure Xavier has also placed some of his men in my company, disguised as employees or my confidants there. Although I don’t know who they are yet, I’m sure someone is betraying us. So, Eveline, you have to be careful with everyone in the company, and don’t trust them too much. I’m worried that they will hurt you first, to weaken me.” Eveline nodded. “All right. From now on, I will also be careful with all of them. I will also start watching them all. I think you’re right, Killian. If Xavier found out about our trip to New York to meet with investors, there must be someone inside the company who told him, someone who is a spy trying to deceive us.” Killian nodded slowly, agreeing with what Eveline had just said. However, Killian had actually already been suspicious of several people working in his own company, only he still hadn’t found enough evidence to confront them. Not to mention Caleb, who had been unlucky several times whenever he wanted to find out more about Xavier’s agents who were undercover in the company. Killian was very sure that Xavier had planted quite a few of his agents in the company without him realizing it at all. Killian was annoyed, remembering how he and Caleb had failed to catch these rats several times, but now, Killian was very confident and much more optimistic in facing whatever might happen in the future. Killian would not let Xavier’s crazy game influence him in the slightest, because he had Eveline who would always be by his side from now on. Even if it wasn’t publicly, at least Killian knew that Eveline was his. “Don’t worry or think too much about it, Killian. Once we get home, you have to meet with Caleb immediately and explain everything that happened in New York. And ask if there was any suspicious activity at the company while we were both gone. I’m going straight home to see Mom and Alea.” “Okay. Once we get there, we’ll just act normal and natural. At least, that’s to deceive Xavier and Xavier himself.” After that, they refocused on enjoying their flight home, though they couldn’t relax completely due to their lingering worries.

Eveline arrived in front of her house by taxi. Eveline looked at her house with longing in her heart. Previously, Eveline had never been so far from home for such a long time, so she felt even more homesick for her mother. The taxi driver helped Eveline unload the many items she had brought from the trunk of the car and placed them near Eveline, who was still looking at her house. “Thank you very much, sir,” said Eveline as she handed the fare and a tip to the taxi driver with a small smile. “Thank you very much, miss,” replied the taxi driver, who received the money from Eveline with great joy, before finally leaving and getting back into his taxi. Eveline opened the gate to her house first, before carrying her belongings one by one into the yard and closing the gate again. Eveline walked slowly into the house, remembering how many things she was carrying in both hands now. Knock Knock Knock Eveline knocked gently on her door, and it didn’t take long for the door to open and Alea to appear. Alea looked delighted to see Eveline there and smiled broadly. “Oh my gosh, Eveline, you’re home?” Alea exclaimed as she hugged Eveline briefly. “Yes, I just got here. How are you, Alea? Everything’s okay, right?” Eveline asked, returning Alea’s hug with some difficulty because of all the things she was carrying. “I’m fine. Your mother is also getting better,” Alea muttered as she released her embrace of Eveline. “Here, let me help you carry your things,” she continued, taking some of the items from Eveline’s hands. “Thank you so much… I’m glad everything is fine,” Eveline muttered gratefully, because her thoughts about Xavier, who might have started to target Alea and her mother here, could now be dismissed. Alea and Eveline walked into the house and put all the luggage on the living room sofa. Hearing the noise, Eveline’s mother immediately came out of her room and smiled, then quickly approached Eveline and hugged her tightly. Eveline hugged her mother back just as tightly; she had really missed her. “Oh my goodness, why didn’t you tell us you were coming home, Eveline? Your mother and Alea didn’t have time to cook because we bought food outside earlier… you haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Eveline’s mother said immediately, feeling bad. Her mother looked worriedly at Eveline, who just smiled and shook her head quickly. “I deliberately didn’t tell you when I was coming home to surprise you. Look, I bought lots of souvenirs for you, Alea, and my friends at the office. And also, I’ve already eaten, Mom. The flight was quite long, and we got food there. Don’t worry. In fact, I’m happy because you guys are fine while I’m in New York,” Eveline replied slowly. Eveline’s mother simply nodded her head slowly in response, still with a small smile that seemed full of longing for Eveline. Eveline then turned to show all the souvenirs she had bought in New York to give to her mother and Alea. They both looked happy and excited about Eveline’s souvenirs. Eveline smiled happily seeing the little happiness she had brought to her mother and Alea. However, Eveline felt a little depressed with Xavier’s presence in her life now, but one thing was for sure, Eveline would try her best to protect the precious people in her life. Eveline promised not to let Xavier get deeper into her life and mess everything up. Eveline’s mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her sister, Helena, who had not contacted her or their mother in a very long time. Helena had not even taken the time to ask about their mother’s condition after her recent surgery. “I always miss and think about Helena, but does she miss me or our mother even a little?” Eveline thought as she looked at her mother, who looked happy. *** “So you mean Xavier even followed you and Miss Eveline to New York, is that right?! He even went so far as to spike Miss Eveline’s drink?!” Caleb exclaimed in disbelief at everything Killian had just told him. Caleb’s eyes widened in shock. Moreover, Killian had not clearly explained what had happened in New York, so when Caleb found out everything, he couldn’t hide his surprise and anger towards Xavier. The man who was always reckless in carrying out all kinds of cunning and evil plans against Killian, and now all the evil that Xavier had prepared was directed at Eveline. “Yes, Caleb, that’s right. Xavier is getting crazier now. I don’t know what other evil plans he has prepared for me or Eveline. I am very worried that his evil plans will hurt Eveline or her family. I don’t mind if Xavier’s evil plans hurt me, just don’t let them hurt Eveline,” Killian muttered with concern. Killian, who had just arrived home at the same time as Caleb returned from the company and immediately told him everything there, felt increasingly exhausted. Killian was physically and mentally exhausted now, and he couldn’t control the worry he felt about Eveline’s safety and that of her mother. Meanwhile, Caleb looked at Killian with a sad gaze. It had been a long time since Caleb had seen such worry in Killian, and it was only now that he saw it again when Killian was so concerned about Eveline. Even so, Caleb was still happy about the gradual changes in Killian’s life and attitude, which had been frozen towards everyone. And with Eveline’s arrival in Killian’s life, he was able to change, albeit very slowly and at first it was difficult to understand what was actually happening to him. Caleb wanted to thank Eveline, because her presence had changed Killian for the better. “What else do you think Xavier is planning, sir? Is there no way to stop Xavier’s madness that has been going on for several years?” Caleb asked with a deep frown on his forehead. Caleb couldn’t think of any plan that would be effective in truly punishing Xavier. On the other hand, Killian was silent, as if thinking deeply to answer Caleb’s question. Killian also didn’t know how to respond to Xavier with a plan right now, because it was really quite difficult to see Xavier’s movements, which were like dust, difficult to detect in the right way. “To be honest, I haven’t come up with a single idea to get back at Xavier for what he did to Eveline a few days ago. Even so, I admit that Xavier’s plan to slip drugs into Eveline’s drink has made our relationship much better than before, but I still don’t like his sneaky ways. I don’t want to start a relationship with Eveline through deceitful actions like Xavier did before.” Killian muttered. “I truly understand that, sir. Therefore, we must resolve the issue with Xavier immediately. You, I mean both of us, can no longer just stand by and let Xavier do whatever he wants, even if it’s in a sneaky and evil way. Because if Xavier can target Miss Eveline, he will definitely be able to do more than just slip drugs into her drink, Mr. Killian,” Caleb tried to explain. “You’re absolutely right, Caleb. It’s time for me to take a firm and bolder stance, rather than just letting Xavier do whatever he wants to me, or to Eveline, or to everyone involved in my life.” Killian paused for a moment, nodding slowly. Then he rose from his seat and walked over to the balcony of his office. Killian put his hands in his pockets, and Caleb stared at his back with a very determined and ready expression. “In that case, I’ll meet Xavier the day after tomorrow. I’ll think about my plan further and tell you later. For now, the most important thing is to secretly increase security around Eveline’s house.“ ”But why secretly, sir?” Caleb asked, a little confused. Killian turned his head slightly and smiled wryly. “Eveline doesn’t want anyone else to know about our relationship. So we have to be careful to protect each other, so that no one else becomes suspicious.” Hearing this, Caleb could only nod slowly.

The next morning, Eveline left for work early, remembering that she had brought some souvenirs to give to Lily later. Eveline remembered Lily and her sister’s conversation on the phone that day. Eveline was very curious about what the problem was, which made Lily much quieter than usual. Something must be bothering Lily about her sister. This made Eveline unable to resist asking her at least a few questions today. “I have to know what problem Lily is actually dealing with right now. And if I can help, I will definitely help her. Because all this time, Lily has helped me a lot with my work and has always listened to my heart when I was troubled. Even though I still have many secrets, at least I want to repay Lily for her kindness.” Eveline muttered in the quiet office elevator, her hands carrying a paper bag containing souvenirs for Lily and her sister. Eveline had actually met Lily’s sister once, but only briefly and they weren’t very close. But at least, Eveline wanted to give something to Lily’s sister, who was also a woman, just like Eveline, who had a younger sister, Helena. Considering that Eveline and Helena’s relationship still hadn’t improved, Eveline didn’t want her best friend, Lily, to feel the same way she felt about Helena now. Ting It didn’t take long for the elevator doors to open, and Eveline immediately stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly toward her office with her friends. It was still early in the morning and before work hours, so the office was still very quiet, with only cleaning service employees such as office boys and office girls sweeping, mopping, or preparing hot drinks, as well as a few office drivers cleaning cars. Thud Eveline sat down in her chair and placed the paper bag under her desk, worried that someone might see her carrying two paper bags, both of which she would give to Lily later. After making sure the paper bags were not easily visible to others, Eveline began to put her bag on the desk and took out her laptop, notebook, pen, and cell phone. Eveline got ready for work, and did not forget to fill out the employee attendance form, which was available in the form of an application. Drrttt Drrttt A message came in on Eveline’s cell phone, and she immediately opened it. It was a message sent by an unknown number. Eveline’s brow furrowed deeply, because she felt she had never known the unfamiliar cell phone number that sent the message to her phone. Besides that, Eveline also did not feel that she had given her cell phone number to someone she had just met. Immediately, Eveline opened the message and read it, even though she was still curious and confused. “How are you feeling this morning, Eveline? Don’t you miss me even a little? Oh, it feels like we met just a few hours ago, doesn’t it? And I already miss you so much this morning.” The message was sent with a photo of himself that had just arrived at the office and was about to walk into the elevator. Eveline was silent and surprised by the message and photo of herself, which was clearly taken from behind. Seeing the photo, Eveline immediately turned her head to the right and left, trying to find someone who had been so bold as to follow her to the office, even taking her photo secretly like that. But nothing, Eveline couldn’t find anyone around the workspace now. With slightly trembling hands, Eveline tried to quickly type a reply on her phone to the very bold sender. “Who are you really? How did you get my phone number?! You are very bold to follow me to the office like this, Xavier!” After typing it, Eveline immediately sent the message, and with all her heart, she was sure that the sender was Xavier. The strange man who was extremely dangerous and had already involved her in a crazy game. Ting “Wow, you really are an amazing woman, Eveline. How did you know I was Xavier? Or have you started to recognize me now?” Eveline pursed her lips, holding back her irritation, anger, and fear, which were all mixed together now as she read Xavier’s reply, which sounded dismissive. “Don’t mess with me, Xavier. Enough is enough. I don’t have any problems with you, so stop bothering me. If Killian finds out that you’re in his company’s office right now, you’ll definitely lose.” “You may not have any problems with me, but you are connected to Killian as his weakness. And yes, I’m not in his office, but I have many people there, so be careful in your future actions, because I know about your relationship with Killian now, and I can easily get information as long as I have many people in that office.” “You don’t know how many traitors there are in that office to Killian, Eveline. When you find out how powerful I am compared to Killian, you will definitely want to see and choose me later. And yes, Killian will never easily defeat me either. Because no matter what happens, I always win over him.” Deg Reading the last two messages Xavier sent, Eveline was completely speechless and frozen. Eveline didn’t know how to respond to the two messages on her phone, so she decided to put her phone on her desk and cup her face with both hands. Eveline felt very uneasy about the indirect threat Xavier had made against her. “That means there are many employees at Killian’s company who have been ordered by Xavier to be spies. There are so many that Killian has no way of knowing or guessing who the traitors in the company are. Oh my God. What does Xavier really want? Why is he going to such lengths to do so many bad, evil, and cunning things to Killian? And now, he’s even involving me, just because I have a relationship with Killian?” Eveline’s mind was growing more and more anxious. Several times, Eveline sighed deeply. “Hey, Eveline, have you been here for a while?” Lily, who had just arrived, greeted her immediately. Eveline lifted her head, tried to smile slightly, and looked normal. Eveline tried to hide the anxiety she was feeling right now. “Yes, I left a little early today.” Eveline nodded, before taking the paper bag she was carrying and handing it to Lily. “I brought souvenirs for you and your sister.” Eveline smiled slightly. “Eh, why did you go to all this trouble, Eveline? I feel bad… hihihihi…” Lily laughed quickly as she accepted the paper bag Eveline handed her. Lily’s face, which had looked unenthusiastic for some time, began to look like the usual Lily again. That made Eveline smile broadly too, and she no longer felt worried about Xavier. Eveline turned her chair to face Lily completely. “It’s no trouble, I really wanted to give you something. Because you’ve always been so nice to me, Lily. And yes, how about we have lunch together later?” “Sure. Thank you so much, Eveline. I’m very happy with this gift. My sister will definitely like it too,” said Lily, looking at Eveline with a big smile and enthusiasm. “Um…” Eveline looked hesitant and slightly shifted her gaze to another direction. The office was still very quiet, with only a few employees who had just arrived, and even then, they were from other divisions. “What’s wrong, Eveline? You look worried…” Lily muttered as she sat down on the chair in front of Eveline. Lily put the paper bag on the floor and looked at Eveline curiously. Eveline sighed slowly. “Actually, I feel bad asking you this, but I’m really curious.” “About what, Eveline?” Lily furrowed her brow slightly. “A while ago, I accidentally overheard a conversation between you and your sister. I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I heard it, I felt curious and worried. Are the two of you okay?” Eveline looked worriedly at Lily. Hearing Eveline’s question, Lily bowed her head for a moment. This made Eveline feel a little worried and uncomfortable, because she felt she had been a little presumptuous in asking Lily about something so private, namely her relationship with her sister. Remembering their conversation on the phone, Lily had seemed very upset and desperate. As a friend, Eveline certainly couldn’t just stand by and watch without offering any help, if she could help at all. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, Lily. But I’ll always be here to listen and give advice if you want it,” Eveline said finally. Lily shook her head and looked back at Eveline with a sad expression on her face. “It’s not that, Eveline. I’m too confused to tell anyone else. But, actually, my relationship with my sister is a bit tense right now. You know, my sister just started college.” Eveline nodded in agreement. Eveline already knew that Lily’s younger sibling had just started their second semester of medical school. Medical school was very expensive, not to mention the various costs associated with practical training and other things. Eveline had wanted to study medicine, but the cost was so high that she, her mother, and Helena couldn’t afford it. Therefore, Eveline sought another major that led her to work at this company. “My sister and I live alone, which means that I also need to help her with her tuition fees. However, with my current salary, I find it rather difficult to set aside money little by little to help her pay for her tuition.” Lily paused for a moment and sighed slowly. “I can save a little from my salary and bonus, but that’s not even fifty percent of my sister’s tuition fees. Not to mention other daily expenses. I tried to calm my sister down, but in six months, she will start the next semester. And my sister has only saved up forty percent of her tuition fees.” “So, that’s why you hope to get promoted, right?” asked Eveline, confirming with a slightly muttered voice. Lily nodded her head. “Yes, with a promotion, my salary and bonus will increase a little and it will definitely help my sister.” Eveline was silent for a moment, thinking. “Mr. Killian hasn’t announced which employees will get promoted, but I’m sure you can do it, Lily. Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” Eveline muttered as she patted Lily’s palm gently.

Killian arrived at the company at lunchtime. He looked very tired, and even the bags under his eyes were dark. In addition, the aura emanating from Killian was unpleasant for all the employees who greeted him. Some of the office staff even openly avoided Killian when they passed him on his way to his own office. Click Slowly, Killian closed the door to his office and did not forget to flip the “do not disturb” sign on the door, because he really wanted to be alone now. Killian really hoped that no one else would enter his office now, or else he would be in an even worse mood. Indeed, Killian was going through a very difficult and frustrating time. But for some reason, everything that had happened in his life seemed to bother him even more this time. Killian also had no intention of staying at home, so even though he was in a bad mood, he still went to the office, even though he ended up just sitting in his office like he was now. Caleb had tried to get Killian to stay home and rest, but Killian was stubborn and wouldn’t listen. Killian sat back in his chair, looking at the pile of files he hadn’t had time to check yet. Killian sighed deeply. He was really tired. Killian’s mind was also unsettled by Xavier’s actions, which had openly disturbed Eveline’s peace of mind. And unfortunately, it was now difficult for Killian to interact with Eveline because they both had to be careful around each other. Killian also understood Eveline’s intention to keep their close relationship a secret from everyone else. “Hah… I shouldn’t have thought about Eveline’s decision. Because, after all, it was the right decision given the current situation. If only Xavier had stopped interfering in my life, Eveline and I could have announced our relationship to everyone, and we wouldn’t have to hide and be secretive like we are now. Hah… Xavier, I don’t know what he really wants.” Killian muttered as he rubbed his face roughly with both palms. Killian really had no idea what Xavier actually wanted, until that crazy man came back to disturb his life, which had started to calm down a little now. Killian rested his head on his desk with his arms folded, trying to calm himself down from all the thoughts that had been weighing him down for the past few days. “I have to make an appointment with Xavier at his company right away. Or if possible, I’ll meet him tomorrow at a restaurant or cafe. At the very least, I have to find out what he really wants by messing up my life again. I also have to be more vigilant with everyone at my own company from now on. I’m sure Xavier’s recklessness doesn’t stop at terrorizing Eveline, or the terror and accidents I’ve experienced several times before.” Killian paused for a moment and raised his head, then rested it on his clenched fists. “That means there’s a possibility that Xavier has had many spies within my company all this time. The accident a few years ago was also definitely caused by them. Those who work with Xavier have betrayed me, who gave them jobs at this company. If that is indeed the case, then I have no choice but to deploy some of my other men to find out the truth about everyone who works at my company from now on.” “I don’t have much time to remain silent and let Xavier do whatever he wants with my life. Xavier has played with my life for years. Now it’s enough. I won’t make it easy for him to interfere with my life anymore. Sooner or later, I will find all the traitors in my company and make sure that their lives will no longer be peaceful, as I have felt all this time.” Killian quickly took his phone from his jacket pocket and started calling someone with a very serious expression on his face. Killian’s voice was also a little hushed; he was a little worried that someone else might hear the conversation he was having. Even though the office was soundproof, someone else could still hear. Killian had to be much more careful. *** Eveline had lunch at a cafe with Lily, filled with jokes and heartfelt confessions since they ordered food and drinks there. Eveline truly understood Lily’s confessions and listened to her very well, even giving her some advice that she could offer Lily at that moment. Eveline also talked about her mother’s recovery and how her mother’s condition was starting to improve. “Thank goodness your mother’s condition is improving. How is your mother’s treatment going now? Is it still continuing?” Lily asked as she slowly ate the vanilla pudding she had ordered. Lily seemed to be really enjoying the pudding. “Yes, it’s still ongoing. My mother has been sick for quite a long time, so the treatment will continue for a while. At least until her condition is completely stable. In addition, Dr. Leo also often contacts me and my mother to make sure her condition remains stable and she doesn’t have too much on her mind,” explained Eveline as she ate the slice of chocolate cake she had ordered, nodding her head slowly. “That’s good, Dr. Leo is also attentive to you…” said Lily, holding back a mischievous smile. “Eh, what do you mean?” Eveline looked confused at Lily, who was becoming more and more mischievous. “Well, Dr. Leo goes to the trouble of contacting you constantly… hehehe… to find out about your mother’s condition or yours, Eveline?” Lily continued to be mischievous and laughed. Eveline’s face turned red upon hearing Lily’s words, and she tried to cover the redness on her face. “No… it’s not like that. Dr. Leo just wants to know about my mother’s condition. Nothing else…” “Don’t be shy like that, Eveline. Your face is as red as a lobster.” This time, Lily laughed a little louder, causing several cafe patrons to look at them with curiosity, while others felt a little disturbed. “No. My face is fine, it’s not red. Lily, stop… they’re all looking at you.” Eveline felt uncomfortable with all the cafe patrons staring at them now. This immediately made Lily start to stifle her laughter while looking around, and sure enough, many people were looking at her. “I’m sorry… oh my god… I’m so embarrassed to be seen by so many people.” Lily acted up again. She laughed softly, looking shyly at everyone there, while covering her face with both palms. Eveline could only shake her head slowly, laughing along with her. Eveline was happy to see her best friend feeling so cheerful now. At least this way, Lily could calm her mind a little and stop worrying about the financial problems between her and her sister. Eveline reached for her phone and sighed slowly when she didn’t find a single message from Killian. ‘I don’t know why, but Killian hasn’t sent me a single message since yesterday. Is he starting to find out about Xavier’s next plan? Besides that, I haven’t seen Caleb at the company since this morning. Are the two of them starting to make plans to get back at Xavier?’ Eveline wondered anxiously. “Eveline, what’s wrong?” Lily’s question immediately snapped Eveline out of her reverie, and she quickly put her phone back on the table. “Nothing. I’m just worried because my mother hasn’t sent me a message.” Eveline lied to avoid Lily’s suspicion. “Maybe your mother is resting. After all, her condition has started to stabilize, right? So she definitely still needs a lot of time to rest.” Lily replied, patting Eveline’s hand gently, and Eveline nodded in response. The two of them finally resumed their lunch before walking back to the company before lunchtime was completely over. Lily had already returned to her office to continue her work. As for Eveline, before she returned to her office, she walked to the office toilet. For some reason, Eveline couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her since she and Lily left the cafe. Even so, Eveline tried to remain calm and not look suspicious of the situation around her now. Eveline entered one of the toilet stalls and urinated. After finishing, she came out to wash her hands with soap. As Eveline was about to take a tissue to wipe her wet hands, suddenly her body was pulled into one of the toilet stalls located in the far corner, and someone covered her mouth. Eveline’s eyes widened as she realized who was covering her mouth and forcing her into one of the toilet stalls. Eveline tried to free her mouth and hands from his grip, but it was very difficult. It was Xavier. “How did he get into this company so easily?” That was Eveline’s question now. Considering how tight security was at Killian, there must have been someone from security who helped Xavier get in here so easily. “Be quiet for a moment, Eveline. If you keep moving, someone else will suspect that you’re doing something indecent here. The office toilet. You… don’t want anyone else to know, right? Especially if they catch you with me right now,” Xavier muttered slyly, a crooked smile on his lips. Xavier seemed to know everything that was now Eveline’s weakness in her every action. Hearing Xavier’s sly threat, Eveline was completely unable to do anything but remain silent and try to appear calm. A few moments later, Xavier released his grip on Eveline’s hand and mouth, albeit with a threatening look. After his grip was released, Eveline sighed roughly and looked away. Even so, Eveline tried to hide the fear she felt in front of Xavier now. Eveline had to think about everything in the future so as not to be reckless. Xavier smiled slightly, looking at Eveline, who didn’t want to look at him even a little bit. Eveline clenched her palms very tightly. “What do you really want from me, Xavier? I really don’t understand you at all, always bothering me. You even dared to enter this company just so you could threaten my peace?” Eveline whispered angrily. Eveline tried very hard to keep her voice from being heard by others, considering that she and Xavier were now in the same toilet cubicle. Eveline was also worried that if someone else found out about them, they might get the wrong idea. “You’ll be surprised by my answer, Eveline. So will Killian.” “What do you mean?” Eveline stared intently at Xavier, who was full of riddles. “What if I told you that I actually want you to be mine?”

“Has anyone seen Eveline?” Killian asked as he stopped in front of the open door to the division where Eveline worked. Several of Eveline’s colleagues in the same division shook their heads in unison, looking at each other, because they really didn’t know where Eveline was. “We haven’t seen Eveline since lunch, sir,” replied one employee. “But I think Lily knows where Eveline is, because they went to lunch together earlier,” replied another employee. Hearing this, Killian nodded his head. “All right, thank you,” he said as he walked away from the division room, heading for another division room where Lily usually worked. When Killian arrived there, he saw Lily busy working in front of her laptop. “Lily.” Killian’s call immediately made Lily stand up hastily. “Yes, sir? What is it?” Lily felt very nervous and scared at the same time. “Have you seen Eveline?” Killian asked to the point. “Eh, Eveline? After lunch, she went straight to her division’s room, sir. I also went straight to the division room. Maybe Eveline is in the bathroom, sir. She rarely brings her cell phone to the bathroom,” Lily explained. “I see. All right, thank you. Continue your work,” said Killian as he walked away, leaving Lily looking confused, and returned to work. Killian decided to return to his office and not follow Lily’s suggestion that Eveline might be in the bathroom. Of course, Killian couldn’t just barge into the women’s bathroom, right? Therefore, Killian would wait for Eveline to reply to the messages he had sent her earlier. Even so, Killian was still worried about Eveline. Considering how Xavier must have another cunning plan in store for Eveline or Killian later. “I hope nothing bad happens,” Killian finally muttered. *** “What do you mean? You want me?! Are you crazy?!” Eveline snapped. “Yes, I am crazy. And I think you’ve made me crazy, Eve. Can’t you be sensitive to other people’s feelings towards you, hm?” said Xavier, who boldly stroked Eveline’s cheek slowly, with a sly, secretive smile. Eveline quickly pushed away Xavier’s hand, which had been very bold in touching her cheek. Then, with a quick movement, Xavier grabbed Eveline’s wrist and kissed it slowly. This made Eveline feel even more suffocated and cornered now, considering that the two of them were still in one of the toilet stalls, and Xavier had been cornering her body since earlier. Eveline tried hard to free her wrist from Xavier’s grip, but she couldn’t, she wasn’t strong enough. “I’ll see you more often than Killian, and I’ll make sure you fall in love with me and choose me over Killian later. Okay, honey?” Xavier muttered firmly, and unexpectedly, in a very quick movement, Xavier stole a kiss on Eveline’s lips before finally releasing his grip on Eveline’s wrist and leaving the toilet stall and disappearing. Leaving Eveline shocked and unable to react. Xavier climbed out of the large bathroom window and jumped. After all, Xavier was a crazy man. Eveline roughly wiped her face, and luckily, she wasn’t wearing too much makeup, so she only needed to wash her face and reapply her makeup later. “Damn it. Why does that crazy man keep coming after me?” Eveline muttered in annoyance as she slowly walked out of the toilet cubicle, then looked right and left, making sure that the toilet was indeed very quiet and safe enough for her to walk out of the cubicle now. Once she felt it was safe enough, Eveline walked out and immediately washed her entire face at the sink. She made sure there was nothing strange about her face after Xavier’s sudden kiss. Eveline felt increasingly anxious about what would happen next in her life if Xavier continued to enter and come into her life in a way that threatened her safety like he had just done. Eveline could go crazy and not be able to control herself to rebel later. Without waiting any longer, Eveline wiped her wet face with a few tissues as she walked back out to her division’s room. Eveline quickly applied a light layer of makeup to her face, and then immediately turned on her laptop and cell phone. Eveline froze when she saw that Killian had sent her quite a few messages, and then she began to open them one by one before replying. “Eveline, where are you? I’ve been looking for you, and Lily said you might be in the bathroom. I’m quite worried. Reply to my message as soon as you get back.” That was one of the messages Killian sent to Eveline, while the others were almost the same. Eveline sighed slowly. Eveline felt that today was a pretty tough day for her, especially with Xavier’s arrival, who had somehow managed to get into the company. He had even entered the women’s restroom and knew when Eveline had gone in, at the same time. “Yes, Killian, I’m from the restroom, and I’m fine. Don’t worry about me so much. I can take care of myself very well. What are you looking for me for?’ Eveline immediately sent a reply to Killian, who was still staring at his cell phone in his office. When his phone rang and he saw that Eveline had sent him a reply, Killian immediately opened and read the message. “Thank God Eveline is okay,” Killian muttered with relief. Killian decided to send his latest photo to Eveline with a message, “I want to meet you at the restaurant tonight. I’ll send Caleb to pick you up. It’s been a long time since we had dinner together. How about it? Eight o’clock tonight?” Eveline held back a smile when she saw the photo Killian sent, which showed her pouting her lips slightly. Eveline dimmed the light on her phone a little so that no one else could see, let alone peek at the messages Killian was sending her now. Eveline decided to send a final reply before returning to her work. “Okay, I’ll wait for you later. See you, I have to get back to work.” After sending the message, Eveline immediately turned off her phone and continued working. Several times, Eveline glanced around while working, because she felt like someone was watching her. Even so, Eveline didn’t feel like there was anything suspicious there, or was the person watching her just too good at pretending? Eveline sighed slowly as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm down and focus her thoughts. Eveline tried not to think about it too much, as long as the person who was secretly watching her did not interfere with her work there. Eveline continued typing away on her laptop, taking notes related to her work. She hoped that the uneasy feeling would soon disappear. *** Xavier walked into his company with a cheerful and energetic stride. Several employees in the company looked curiously and curiously at Xavier, who had never reacted like that before, and this was the first time they had all seen another side of Xavier in front of them. Xavier even looked strange with a wide smile of happiness on his face now, but none of them dared to say anything. Xavier clicked into his office and didn’t forget to lock the door. Xavier quickly sat down in his chair and spun around, his head tilted back, looking very happy. Xavier’s mind was still filled with images of Eveline’s face and how her soft lips had touched his earlier. Damn. Xavier felt once again that there was something much greater when he was with Eveline. Something Xavier had never felt before, even though he had been in several relationships, even with Killian’s ex-girlfriend. Xavier had never felt as happy as he did with Eveline earlier. “Eveline. No matter what it takes, I have to have you. I don’t care what might happen in the future. But right now, I have no other priority than to get you away from Killian. I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you choose me and not Killian. And you, Killian, let’s compete for Eveline. After that, I won’t bother you anymore, because by getting Eveline, I will destroy you even more than before.” Xavier muttered cunningly.

Eveline was ready in her casual clothes, tight jeans, a light blue shirt, a pair of shoes, and a sling bag. Eveline wanted to look relaxed for her evening with Killian tonight. Killian was picking her up for dinner, and Eveline was getting more and more impatient. On the other hand, Alea was still staying at the house to help take care of Eveline’s mother, whose condition was gradually improving, and her duties there would probably be finished soon. Even so, Eveline was very happy because her mother now had someone to talk to while she was at work. Tin Tin The sound of a car horn immediately made Eveline turn her head quickly. It was definitely the car that would pick her up to meet Killian tonight. Eveline quickly grabbed her perfume bottle and sprayed a little on her body. Eveline walked out of her room and found her mother and Alea watching television together, laughing and eating snacks. Her mother looked cheerful. “Eveline, where are you going? You look so nice!” Her mother asked curiously, even though she already knew about the closeness between Eveline and Killian, her boss at Alea. Yes, the two of them had often gossiped about Evelina and Killian. So, of course, it would be easy for them to tease Eveline now. “Um… I’m going out for a bit, Mom. I have something urgent to do. I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for me. You two just go to bed when you’re sleepy,” Eveline replied, a little shyly, and looked away. “Oh… really? An urgent matter, or do you want to spend the night together?” It was Alea’s turn to tease Eveline with a mischievous smile and raised eyebrows. “No, it’s not like that. Never mind. You and my mom are conspiring to tease me more often. Okay, I’m leaving. See you later,” Eveline muttered, pretending to be annoyed, covering the smile on her face, and immediately running out of the house, trying not to pay attention to the laughter of her mother and Alea inside the house. Eveline saw Caleb waiting outside the car casually, but for some reason, Eveline felt that Caleb was looking alertly around her house now. That made Eveline feel a little tense and curious at the same time. Even so, Eveline would ask Caleb about it later when they got in the car. “Caleb? Killian…” Eveline muttered softly right in front of Caleb. Caleb nodded faintly. “Yes, Miss Eveline. Please get in. Mr. Killian is waiting.” He replied as he opened the passenger door for Eveline. Without waiting any longer, Eveline immediately got into the car, as did Caleb. The car drove at a moderate speed, and Eveline could feel the tension Caleb was feeling, because several times, Caleb glanced back, right, and left from the rearview mirror. “What’s wrong, Caleb? Is something following us?” Eveline asked immediately. “Eh? Um, no, Miss. It’s nothing.” Caleb shook his head quickly. Caleb was a little surprised that Eveline could tell he was suspicious of something. “Don’t lie to me, Caleb. You look anxious and tense, and I’m starting to feel the same way. Is it true that someone is following our car right now?” asked Eveline as she tightened her grip on the car seat. Eveline even turned around several times to try to find out who might be following their car. “That’s right, ma’am. I feel like our car is being followed by someone else’s car. He’s driving a black SUV, I think. He’s been watching your house since earlier, so I tried to distract him several times, but it turns out that car is following us wherever we go now,” Caleb finally explained. Caleb immediately grabbed his cell phone with his left hand and quickly dialed Killian’s number. Meanwhile, Eveline looked back again and saw the black SUV quite close to the car they were both driving now. Eveline immediately became nervous and tense, as this was the first time a car had dared to repeatedly overtake other vehicles to follow the direction their car was heading. Eveline then shifted her gaze forward, and Caleb began accelerating the car while calling Killian. “Sir, there’s a car following us right now. I’m with Miss Eveline. That car has also been stalking Miss Eveline’s house since earlier, so I don’t think I can take Miss Eveline to your restaurant. What should I do?” Caleb turned on the speaker so Eveline could hear Killian’s voice, at least to calm herself down. “What?! Damn it! Caleb, get Eveline away from that car now, do whatever it takes, and take Eveline to my secret house now. I’ll follow you to the secret house by taxi. Make sure that car doesn’t follow you wherever you go. Caleb, execute plan B immediately,” Killian said very seriously on the phone. Hearing Killian’s order to execute plan B, Caleb immediately tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed the gas pedal even faster. “I’ll do it, sir,” Caleb replied briefly and immediately hung up the phone, placing it on the passenger seat next to him. Eveline sat close and held on to her seat belt. Eveline closed her eyes several times and prayed that they would both arrive safely at their destination. She didn’t know what Plan B and Killian’s secret house were, but what was certain now was her and Caleb’s safety. The car moved faster and faster, and Caleb didn’t seem to care at all that he was breaking traffic laws. That way, the SUV would be blocked by police cars that might be patrolling and others. Caleb drove the car into small alleys, and several times the SUV was able to keep up with them, but a few minutes later, the SUV began to lose track, unaware that Caleb had shot a small bullet at it, which immediately stuck to the body of the car. It was truly an extraordinary feat on Caleb’s part. After that, the car Caleb was driving sped smoothly towards the hills, but Caleb kept looking back, just in case someone was still following them. Luckily, no one was following them anymore. So, both Caleb and Eveline could breathe easier now. “Thank God, the car is no longer following us. But Caleb, where are we going? This is a hilly area, very far from home…” Eveline muttered as she looked at the trees outside the car window, which was still tightly closed. Eveline was curious because she had never been to that hilly area before. “We’re going to Mr. Killian’s secret house, ma’am. Don’t worry. Mr. Killian has anticipated some of Xavier’s threats. That’s why Mr. Killian told me to execute plan B,” replied Caleb, who was starting to relax a little and was now leaning back in his seat as he drove. “What is plan B? Then what is Plan A?” “Hehe… Plan B is that this car has a system to shoot a small GPS device that attaches directly to the body of the car that is following us, Miss. So from now on, we can find out who and where the people who have been following and spying on you for some time are.” “Wow, this car is sophisticated…” Eveline was amazed by the sophistication of the car. “As for plan A, I’m sure Mr. Killian himself will explain it to you later. We’ll be at the secret house soon, Miss. No one else knows about that house, not even journalists and others know that Mr. Killian has a house in these hills,” Caleb explained with a small smile on his lips. Eveline nodded her head in understanding and decided to ask Killian about plan A later when they arrived at the secret house. Soon after, the car headed towards a plantation that resembled a maze or a long corridor, before finally stopping at a tall wooden gate. Eveline looked at it with increasing admiration. Caleb opened the car window and showed his ID card to a hidden scanner behind the leaves near the gate, and then the gate slowly opened, and Caleb drove the car back inside. That’s when Eveline saw a two storey house with a very large yard, she didn’t know how many hectares of land it was, but it was certainly very large. Eveline got goosebumps when she saw it. “We’re here, Miss. It looks like Mr. Killian has just arrived too.” Caleb’s words snapped Eveline out of her reverie, and they quickly got out of the car. Killian ran towards Eveline and immediately hugged her tightly, relieved that Eveline had arrived safely. Truly, Killian almost lost his mind, thinking that something bad had happened to Eveline.

“Are you okay, Eve?” For the umpteenth time, Killian asked without taking his eyes off Eveline, who was slowly drinking the hot chocolate Killian had just made for her. Eveline shook her head slowly before placing the mug back on the table. Killian, Eveline, and Caleb were now in the living room of Killian’s secret house. Caleb stood right next to the door, his sharp eyes scanning outside the house. Even though no one else knew about the house, Caleb remained alert to many things. Meanwhile, Killian and Eveline sat on the sofa, or more precisely, Killian was accompanying Eveline to calm her down. “I’m fine, Killian. I’m just shocked and too tense, that’s all. Nothing else. Calm down, Killian, I’m really fine,” Eveline replied convincingly. After all, she was just shocked, nothing else. On the other hand, Killian still couldn’t calm down, because this time, the car had dared to watch Eveline’s house. Even though Eveline had left with Caleb, the driver of the SUV could have done something to Eveline inside the house, or maybe even disturbed the peace of Eveline, Eveline’s mother, and Alea there. Killian felt really annoyed, and was increasingly convinced that this was the crazy act of Xavier. “But what about my mother and Alea? They’re both still at home. What if something happens to them while I’m hiding here? And again, I can’t stay here for very long, right? What if the driver of that car finds out about your secret house, Killian?!” Eveline immediately asked a lot of questions because she was still feeling panicked. “Don’t worry, Miss Eveline. I’ve added a few more people to guard around your house. Besides, I’ve also told Miss Alea that you’ll be here for a while and explained the situation around the house so they won’t panic too much,” Caleb replied, glancing at Killian. “That’s right, Eve. Don’t worry, your mother and Alea’s safety are still under the supervision of Caleb and my other men. Everything will be fine. The driver of that car won’t be able to find this house easily,” Killian replied. Even so, Eveline still felt uneasy, and she sighed heavily. “But still, Killian, I feel uneasy. That car was speeding and didn’t care about the busy traffic. Caleb even broke traffic rules several times, even when there were police on patrol. If Caleb hadn’t turned into those small alleys, that SUV might have caught up with us here,” Eveline said, her panic resurfacing as she looked at Caleb, who looked calm and collected. “What if the driver is crazy and followed us here? What will happen if your enemies find out about your secret house, Killian? Could it be that the driver is Xavier? What… is he planning to hurt me?” Eveline then turned her gaze to Killian, her frown deepening. “Hey, Eveline. Listen to me, okay?” Killian immediately grabbed Eveline’s hands and held them tightly. Killian began to look deeply into Eveline’s eyes, which still looked frightened even though she was trying to hide it from Killian by looking away. “No one else will know about this house, Eve. This house belonged to my late mother. Even my late father didn’t know about this house during his lifetime. My mother gave this house directly to me through a will given by her lawyer, on the day I became the CEO of the company, as the heir to my father’s company. My mother said that once this house was completely mine, I had the right to do whatever I wanted with it.” “Its remote location and mysterious nature make it difficult for anyone unfamiliar with the area to find, Eve. Even if someone tried to break in, they wouldn’t be able to get in and out easily,” continued Killian, with Caleb nodding in agreement. “To enter here, you need a special ID card and corneal verification, and the same goes for leaving this house. Not to mention the long maze you entered earlier, and this house is also in the middle of a plantation. So other people would assume there’s nothing hidden behind this plantation. I myself was also confused as to why my late mother had this place, but now I understand.” Killian paused again, then smiled slightly, his gaze becoming pensive. It was as if Killian was remembering all the happy memories he had with his mother when she was still alive and healthy many years ago. All the memories that Killian had buried deep inside himself finally came back to him when he entered this house again. It was a secret house that he hadn’t visited in a very long time, because he thought he would make it his retirement home. But the current situation made it impossible to keep this secret house hidden from anyone. At least, only Killian himself, Caleb, Eveline, and Alea knew about this secret house. Only them, and a few very loyal domestic workers, or perhaps more accurately, workers who had been sworn to secrecy by Killian to never say anything to anyone. Of course, the workers would obey, because the salary Killian paid them was more than enough to keep them quiet from anyone who wanted to disturb the peace of Killian, the CEO who had enemies everywhere he went. Rather than getting themselves into trouble, it was better for them to keep their mouths shut and stay away from all kinds of problems that their boss was currently facing. They would also provide security as necessary and as best they could. “Killian, you know I trust you very much, right?” Eveline’s words seemed to snap Killian out of his reverie, and he immediately looked at Eveline seriously. “I never doubted you for a second. I know how sincere and serious you are in giving me the best of everything. And I am truly grateful for that. But that doesn’t mean you have to risk everything for me. We can work together to solve this problem later, right?” Killian nodded his head, agreeing with Eveline’s words. Eveline smiled slightly, then pulled her left palm into Killian’s grasp and began to gently stroke his face. Seeing this, Caleb felt awkward and uncomfortable, so he decided to leave the house and stand guard outside for now. Caleb was certainly happy that Killian had finally met someone who could make his heart beat faster like Miss Eveline, but their always mellow attitude whenever they met made Caleb want to have a girlfriend too now! Especially since he had been single for so long! “I want us to work together to solve this problem. Let there be no more secrets between us. Whatever plans you have, tell me too, Killian. Who knows, I might be able to help,” Eveline said next. But even so, Eveline’s heartbeat felt faster and faster, because basically, Eveline also had a secret she was keeping about Xavier’s arrival, who had managed to sneak into Killian’s company before. Should Eveline tell Killian about it now? “I’ll tell you clearly about my plan later, Eveline. Do you want to eat? I’m sorry that because of this, our dinner date has been ruined,” said Killian guiltily, gently stroking Eveline’s face. Finally, Killian brought his forehead closer to Eveline’s until they touched. They both fell silent and closed their eyes for a moment, trying to calm each other down. A few seconds later, Killian brought his lips closer to Eveline’s and kissed her gently. This time it wasn’t out of lust, but to help himself and his heart to truly calm down. Killian really needed that from Eveline, and he didn’t want to stop. On the other hand, Eveline herself also began to enjoy the soft kisses that Killian occasionally gave her. However, Eveline’s mind wandered again, thinking about what Xavier had done to her in the company toilet earlier. Eveline wondered what Killian would do if he knew that Xavier had brazenly kissed Eveline and easily escaped from the company. It was as if all the guards working at Killian’s company were actually Xavier’s men in disguise or had betrayed Killian and decided to work with Xavier instead. The kiss stopped when Eveline gently pushed Killian’s chest away; otherwise, who knows what they would have done, especially since they were still in the living room. Killian and Eveline’s breaths were racing, and they stared at each other with flushed faces. But Eveline finally had the courage to tell Killian what Xavier had done to her earlier. At least, Eveline could keep her promise by no longer keeping secrets from him. “Killian, there’s something important I want to tell you,” Eveline said slowly. “What is it, Eve?” Killian, who felt strange, immediately furrowed his brow. “Promise me you won’t interrupt me,” Eveline requested. Although hesitant and curious, Killian finally nodded slowly, somewhat reluctantly. At least Killian could now find out what Eveline really wanted to tell him. Eveline took a deep breath. Eveline’s initial intention that afternoon to cover everything up had ended up revealing everything to Killian. Come to think of it, Eveline could have used this to make Xavier back down. But Eveline also didn’t want a big misunderstanding between herself and Killian later on. No, she didn’t want that. “This afternoon, when you were looking for me at the company, I went to the toilet, and it turned out that Xavier was hiding in one of the toilet stalls and pulled me in there.” “WHAT?! XAVIER?! XAVIER WENT INTO THE WOMEN’S RESTROOM AND PULLED YOU IN?! HOW COULD HE SO EASILY GET INTO THE COMPANY?! AND INTO THE WOMEN’S RESTROOM TOO! DAMN IT!” Killian’s anger exploded instantly. Killian even changed his sitting position to standing, his fists clenched so tightly that they turned red. Killian’s shout immediately made Caleb run back into the house, panting heavily. Caleb looked at Killian and Eveline alternately. “What’s wrong, sir, miss?” Caleb asked, still panting. “Eveline said Xavier went into the women’s restroom at the company. How could he just walk in like that?! What did he do to you, Eve?!” Killian looked at Eveline, his anger still clearly visible in his eyes. “Xavier said he would bother me and you more often. He indirectly threatened to bother us both, Killian.” Eveline hesitated to say anything else Xavier had said to her, but wasn’t it also very important for Killian to know now? But it wasn’t good enough with Killian’s emotions often fluctuating like that. So Eveline decided to stay silent. “What else did he say, Eve?” Eveline shook her head. “Nothing, he just threatened me and left. It seems like you should start investigating the guards at the company.”

Eveline walked into a room that Killian had prepared for her in the secret house. Eveline had also just enjoyed a meal cooked by Killian himself. This was the first time Eveline had realized that Killian was actually a good cook and that his cooking was just as delicious as anyone else’s. Eveline really liked the meal Killian had made for her. Eveline felt that the food and impromptu dinner prepared by Killian tonight felt even better and more romantic. In addition, Eveline herself also felt calm and happy, because Killian seemed to have prepared everything in his secret house to make Eveline feel more comfortable while she was there. Even though, in reality, Eveline still felt uneasy about some things she had deliberately hidden from Killian. She didn’t mean anything by it, but if Killian found out that Xavier had been so bold as to kiss Eveline, who knows what Killian would do. Eveline was worried that Killian would act recklessly and be provoked by Xavier’s influence. And again, Eveline also decided to sleep alone in the room, while Killian and Caleb talked about their next plan to dig up more information about the driver who had followed them earlier. Eveline actually wanted to join them, but Killian told her to rest first. So Eveline obeyed and got ready to clean herself up. Under the shower, Eveline felt her head getting heavier and her vision blurring. Eveline slowly wiped her wet face and hair. Eveline had never felt this tired before. It was as if there were many problems piling up on Eveline’s shoulders and mind, which she wanted to get out and spill out right now. Without waiting any longer, Eveline quickly finished her shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked to the sink. Eveline stood silently, staring at her pale face in the mirror. “Could I be sick?” Eveline muttered as she rubbed her warm cheeks. Even though she had just taken a lukewarm shower, her cheeks felt hot. “No. I can’t be sick. I must just be tired. A short nap will surely relieve the heat,” Eveline muttered again as she shook her head slowly. Eveline immediately took a hair dryer from the sink drawer and dried her hair. Eveline was not used to sleeping with wet hair, or if she did, it would only worsen her current condition. A few minutes later, Eveline finished drying her hair and put on pajamas that Killian had bought for her at some point, which were already available in large quantities in the closet in the room. It was as if Killian had prepared all these necessities just for Eveline, who could come and stay at the house at any time. Eveline lay down on the bed and did not forget to cover herself with a thick blanket and fell asleep. Eveline just hoped that getting some rest early would make her body feel better. On the other hand, Killian and Caleb were still sitting together in the living room with a laptop on the table, accompanied by two cups of drinks and some snacks. Killian and Caleb decided to monitor the movements of the car that had been brazenly watching Eveline’s house and following Eveline and Caleb’s journey earlier. Even so, Killian was very grateful for Caleb’s ability to throw the GPS attached to the car’s body using the sophistication of his car, which had been deliberately modified, considering Killian’s status as a CEO who certainly had many enemies. “Look at this point, sir. I think the driver of that car lives around this residential area,” said Caleb, pointing to the laptop screen that showed the red GPS dot stopping in a residential area known to be very elite in that area. Killian furrowed his brow as he looked at the laptop screen. Killian was quite familiar with that luxury residential area, but that only made Killian try to guess who the driver of the car that had been watching Eveline really was. “But that’s not the luxury residential area where Xavier lives. Or does he have more than one house that we don’t know about?” Killian wondered aloud. “I think you’re right, sir. We only know of one house belonging to Xavier, but it’s always possible that he has other houses. But doesn’t this neighborhood feel very familiar, sir?” said Caleb, looking at Killian several times, who was silent as if thinking and remembering the neighborhood. “Yes, this must be another house belonging to Xavier. Many media outlets say that he is rarely at the house he usually lives in, right? So this must be his other house.” Killian said confidently, nodding his head. Killian’s eyes were fixed on the red dot that was still clearly visible on his laptop screen, which had stopped at the same spot since earlier. Caleb nodded in agreement and tried to zoom in on the red dot on the laptop screen. Killian sighed slowly, then rubbed his face. “Do you think Xavier sent someone else to watch Eveline?” Killian asked in a muttering tone. Killian felt exhausted by all the games Xavier was currently playing. “I think a crazy man like Xavier would definitely do that, sir. We both know that Xavier has accomplices within the company who help him easily infiltrate the company without anyone noticing. But if we want to expose everything Xavier has done by exposing all his accomplices within the company, it will take a very long time.” “You’re right, Caleb. But if we don’t do it quickly, Xavier could do something even more reckless than planting many spies in the company to cause chaos from within. I think it will also take a long time to expose their cunning and disguises now. Every moment we have is very precious. We can’t waste any more time now.” Killian was well aware of that since hearing Eveline’s words about Xavier easily infiltrating the company and directly threatening them both now. Killian couldn’t believe that everyone chose to work with Xavier instead of remaining loyal and working for Killian. Was it because of the salary and bonuses? Killian even provided better welfare for his company’s employees than for himself. Then what else did they want? Caleb looked at Killian with concern. Caleb himself had no idea what had caused them all to turn their backs and betray someone who had been so helpful to them all this time, and instead choose to work with someone who had directly declared himself to be Killian’s greatest enemy for years. Caleb himself was well aware of the reasons behind the hostility between Killian and Xavier. However, it was not Caleb’s place to get involved. “Here’s the thing, Caleb,” Killian said after a long silence, his gaze pensive. “We have a hacker who can check the company’s data, right? Ask him to check the data of all suspicious employees and monitor their movements. By checking their data through the hacker, I’m sure little by little we can find out who has dared to betray me.” “Yes, sir. I’ll contact him immediately and ask him to check the data right away. But sir, what if all the traitors have manipulated their data? Won’t it be just as difficult to find those who have truly betrayed us?” Caleb felt a little doubtful. “No. I’m sure that even the slightest manipulation of data will have its own loopholes. And Xavier doesn’t have that kind of intelligence, other than making threats around us.” Killian replied with great confidence. After all, Killian had known Xavier for a long time, so he knew Xavier’s weaknesses, even if they were minor, but he seemed to be waiting for the right time to get back at Xavier with his own weaknesses someday. “All right, sir. I’ll prepare everything and carry out your orders immediately,” Caleb agreed, and immediately closed the laptop. “Hm. After contacting the hacker, get some rest first, Caleb. Tomorrow will be a new day that could be even harder than before,” Killian muttered as he got up from his seat on the sofa and walked towards the room where he had asked Eveline to rest earlier. Click “Eve, are you asleep?” Killian muttered as he slowly walked into the room, which was only lit by a night light on the table next to the bed. Killian looked around and found Eveline lying on the bed, her whole body covered tightly by a blanket. Killian sighed softly, then closed the door again and continued walking towards Eveline’s bed, where he stood silently. Killian didn’t pay much attention, because his mind was focused on Xavier’s every move. Killian bowed his head slightly and rubbed his face gently. “I love you so much, Eve. I hope you know that, and I am willing to do anything to keep you safe from Xavier’s devious plans.” Killian muttered, then slightly opened the blanket covering Eveline’s body and held her palm tightly. But then, Killian immediately frowned because Eveline’s body felt very hot. “Eve?!” Killian quickly pulled back the blanket and checked on Eveline, who was burning up and red in several parts of her body. Eveline was delirious, but her eyes remained tightly closed. Killian wiped Eveline’s sweaty face, which felt really hot. Eveline had a fever. Without waiting any longer, Killian immediately carried Eveline in a bridal style in a panic, and hurriedly walked out of the room, heading to the living room, where Caleb was still there after contacting their hacker. “CALEB!” Killian shouted while occasionally looking at Eveline, who was still unconscious due to her high fever. “What’s wrong, sir?” Caleb’s eyes widened when he saw Killian carrying the unconscious Eveline. “Get the car ready, we’re going to the hospital right now. Eveline has a fever.” Caleb immediately ran out and prepared the car. Once it was ready, Killian got into the passenger seat, with Eveline lying down and her head resting on his thighs. Caleb drove the car at breakneck speed. Killian didn’t know what to do, as his heart was pounding, seeing Eveline looking so helpless there. Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the hospital, and the doctors and nurses immediately checked on Eveline, who was still unconscious. Killian and Caleb waited outside the examination room. Killian clasped his hands together in fear. Killian had never been this panicked in his entire life. And Killian became even more afraid of losing Eveline, as she was someone very important in his life now. Click A doctor and a nurse came out, and Killian and Caleb immediately stood up. “Doctor, how is my girlfriend?” asked Killian. “Miss Eveline has a fever, Mr. Killian. But we have given her fever-reducing medication, and her temperature is gradually coming down now. Fortunately, you brought Miss Eveline here immediately and had her checked. Otherwise, such a high fever could have endangered the fetus.” “Fetus?” Killian’s face looked pale with disbelief after hearing the doctor’s words. The doctor nodded with a broad smile on his face. “That’s right, Mr. Killian. Miss Eveline is pregnant.” Those words instantly made Killian collapse. If Caleb hadn’t caught Killian’s body, he would have definitely been lying on the cold floor of the hospital now. “Eveline is pregnant?” Killian whispered, his eyes beginning to sparkle. Caleb smiled too, because finally, Killian had the family he had dreamed of for so many years, ever since his father’s affair with his mother had torn them apart.

Killian slowly walked into the hospital room where Eveline was staying, his steps hesitant, weak, and incredulous. There, Eveline lay asleep, hooked up to a ventilator and an IV. Killian was overjoyed to hear the news of Eveline’s pregnancy, which the doctor had just told him, but he didn’t know if Eveline would react the same way he did or if she would reject the idea. Killian knew nothing about Eveline’s readiness to become a mother. Killian also didn’t know how their relationship would be in the future with all kinds of problems that were starting to re-enter their lives now. Killian really wanted to announce their relationship to everyone, but with Xavier’s presence once again interfering, Eveline refused to let anyone else know. Killian understood why Eveline had made that decision, because if other people knew about their relationship, many would think of Eveline as a gold digger, someone who was only after his money. Killian didn’t want anyone else to hurt Eveline with their actions or words, so he promised to do anything to protect Eveline and their child. Killian sat in the chair right next to the bed where Eveline was lying. Killian’s eyes never stopped looking at Eveline, who still looked pale. Then slowly, Killian reached for Eveline’s hand, which was free from the IV, and began to hold it tightly. Killian sighed slowly, feeling dizzy. On the other side, Caleb waited outside the hospital room to keep watch. “I really hope you won’t hate me, Eve. I don’t know what your decision is about the child in your womb, but if it’s possible, I really want you and our child to live together. I don’t care what happens in the future, as long as it’s with you and our child, I’m sure everything will be fine.” Killian muttered as he kissed Eveline’s palm several times. Killian then shifted his gaze to Eveline’s still flat stomach and rubbed it gently. Killian felt his body tremble when he placed his palm on Eveline’s stomach, as if he could feel their child was already there, growing well. “I promise, I will protect you both until I die. I will never let anyone disturb or harm you both. I will make sure that our life together will be filled with happiness. I will do anything to bring you happiness. That is my promise.” Killian muttered with determination in his mind and heart. However, now Killian’s responsibility was not only for himself or Eveline or the people who were truly loyal to him. But also a much greater responsibility, namely the child in Eveline’s womb. Killian was responsible for that happiness now, and he didn’t mind it one bit. Killian was very determined that no one else would interfere with the three of them living together. “Wake up, Eveline, I can’t wait to tell you this news. I’m going to tell you that you’re going to be a mother, that we’re both going to be parents soon. I’m going to prepare something special for that. Yes, it will be a moment you’ll never forget, Eve,” Killian muttered with a smile on his lips. Killian looked truly happy there. Soon after, Killian got up from his seat and moved closer to Eveline, who was still fast asleep there. He bent down slightly and kissed Eveline’s lips gently. Just a kiss. Killian stroked Eveline’s forehead and hair with his right palm slowly as a sign of the great and deep love he had for Eveline. Finally, Killian straightened up again and let go of Eveline’s hand, then adjusted the blanket covering Eveline’s body. After that, Killian turned and walked out of Eveline’s hospital room to approach Calen, who was sitting not far from the room. “Caleb, I’m going to ask the hospital administration to move Eveline to a VIP room. Although this VIP room is already quite nice and comfortable, I want extra security and service in the VIP room,” Killian stated his wish. “And Caleb, guard Eveline’s room until I return to take care of various administrative matters, and make sure no one else enters. I’m quite worried about Xavier’s spies who could be anywhere we are,” Killian continued in a low whisper. “Yes, sir. In that case, I will guard Miss Eveline here until you return. Don’t worry. I will be very vigilant towards anyone who enters here. I will not make it easy for doctors or nurses to enter either,” replied Caleb, nodding his head and emphasizing his expression. Caleb also began to glance to the right and left, looking around the two of them, and making sure that no one else could hear their conversation. Caleb felt that someone was watching them, but to confirm this, he had to do it quietly. Caleb didn’t want Killian to worry too much, and Caleb was also very capable of watching over and protecting Eveline, who was still in intensive care. “All right then, I’ll take care of all the paperwork quickly and come back here once Eveline’s VIP room is ready.” Without waiting long after saying that, Killian immediately turned and walked towards the hospital administration office to take care of everything needed to move Eveline to the best VIP room currently available in the hospital. On the other hand, Caleb decided to watch over Eveline from inside the room. With his keen instincts, Caleb knew that their movements were now being watched by strangers. So, Caleb would pretend not to notice. Caleb slowly closed the door while looking at Eveline, who was still asleep, then sighed slowly. “Don’t worry, miss, I won’t let those strangers hurt you. After all, you have brought new color to Mr. Killian’s life. In my entire life, I have never seen Mr. Killian so alive and full of happiness. Because of your arrival, his life has changed for the better, and I don’t want the person I consider family to lose the light of his life because of other people’s hatred. I will protect you even if it costs me my life,” Caleb promised. After saying that, Caleb immediately walked to the side of the VIP hospital room, which was like a partition before entering the bathroom. Caleb seemed to hide himself there and began to watch. Not forgetting, Caleb had also installed a small camera that would record anything suspicious, and the recording would be automatically saved to his phone later. Caleb needed proof if something happened, right? Caleb placed the small camera among the fake flowers in a vase on the table near the bed. Caleb also immediately covered himself with the curtain from the partition wall to hide. After waiting for several minutes, there was still no movement that threatened Eveline. But Caleb was sure that his surveillance would not be far from Eveline, who was still lying weakly there. Click Caleb’s eyes widened when he saw the door to the room slowly open, as if the person entering was being careful not to make any noise. Caleb pressed himself closer to the wall and tried to peek. From there, Caleb could see a woman wearing a hospital nurse’s uniform with a mask covering half of her face. Caleb was sure that this person was the one who had been watching them since they arrived at the hospital. “I have to do this quickly. You have such a good life. You live with money, with a rich man, a great CEO. Hm. It turns out you’re not really an innocent woman, Eveline. You can fool everyone, but you can’t fool me so easily. And what’s this, you’re trapping Killian with your pregnancy, huh?” The disguised nurse said mockingly to Eveline, who wouldn’t even hear her words because she had been sound asleep on the bed since earlier until now. “If my life can’t be better than yours, then you can’t live a better life than me either, Eveline. I hate you so much. How can you have all the good things in life? Meanwhile, my life remains the same. This is so unfair. God is unfair to me. Damn you, Eveline. You took all my dreams so easily. How can God favor you over me?” The fake nurse paused, then clenched her fists tightly in anger, her right hand clutching a syringe filled with a strange pink liquid. Caleb’s body tensed when he realized this, but he needed to wait for the right moment to stop the fake nurse. “Damn it. I will never let you live happily, Eveline. You must also feel what I feel in my life. I have lost many things that should have been mine, so you must also lose something precious from your life now. That child must die by my hand.” Shortly after saying that, the fake nurse began to move and pointed the syringe in her hand directly at the hanging IV bag, about to inject the liquid into it. Caleb immediately moved quickly to grab the fake nurse’s hand and slammed it down, causing the syringe in her grasp to slip and fly across the floor. Caleb easily knocked down the fake nurse, who was much smaller than him, and pinned both her hands behind her back. “Let go! Let me go! Damn it! How dare you hold me!” The fake nurse screamed and struggled, trying to break free from Caleb’s strong grip that held her down on the cold floor of the room. “Shut up! How dare you try to hurt Miss Eveline! Damn you! You tried to kill her and the child in her womb?!” Caleb tied the fake nurse’s hands with a piece of cloth that he had easily obtained from somewhere. “Let go! It’s none of your business, damn you!” she shouted, still trying to break free. Clack “Caleb?! What’s going on?! Why are you attacking that nurse?!” Killian, who had just returned after taking care of all the paperwork, looked confused and surprised. “Sir, what’s going on here?” asked the doctor and nurse in unison. “There was an intruder who tried to inject something into Miss Eveline’s IV. That’s the syringe!” replied Caleb, pointing to the syringe that had fallen under the bed. The doctor immediately picked up the syringe and handed it to a nurse. “Quickly check the contents of the syringe, and nurse, replace Miss Eveline’s IV fluid. I’m worried that some of the fluid may have already entered her system. I’ll check on Miss Eveline right away,” the doctor requested of the two nurses who had accompanied him to the hospital room. Caleb shifted his position and the nurse stood up, while Killian, who had been silently holding back his anger, roughly pulled off the mask covering the nurse’s face. After that, Killian widened his eyes in disbelief, staring at the woman who made him exclaim, none other than… “Lily?! You?!”

Killian and Caleb couldn’t believe the fact that was now staring them both in the face, that the person who wanted to hurt Eveline was none other than Eveline’s own best friend, Lily. Killian and Caleb were stunned by Lily’s audacity and lies, which had tricked Eveline into becoming her best friend, when in fact she intended to stab Eveline in the back. On the other hand, the doctors and nurses immediately did their jobs very quickly. The three of them were certainly worried that the foreign liquid in the syringe had entered Eveline’s IV, who seemed completely unaffected by the commotion happening around her. Not to mention Killian’s status as the CEO of a very famous and influential company, it would certainly be difficult to fight Killian if he filed a complaint about the hospital’s security. “Call the police quickly, you will get what you deserve, Lily. How dare you try to hurt Eveline,” Killian said harshly, his voice loud. “Just call the police here, I don’t fucking care about it. You guys won’t be able to prove anything to them. I have high connections, he will easily free me from your police report.” Lily sneered with a small smirk on her lips. Killian and Caleb shook their heads several times, still looking at Lily with disbelief. Lily herself continued to try to free Caleb’s grip on her hands, which were still behind her back. In that position, Lily felt pain, but she couldn’t free herself easily. The more Lily tried to free herself, the tighter Caleb held her hands. “Tell me who your connection is? Is it Xavier? Are you working with Xavier, huh?!” Killian grabbed Lily’s collar and asked very loudly. Killian’s eyes were red with the anger he was feeling right now. Killian couldn’t control himself when someone hurt Eveline. “Xavier? Why would I work with that strange man who is obsessed with you, Killian? In fact, Xavier and I would be rivals for your affection.” “How dare you! Tell me who that person is! Why are you so evil that you want to hurt Eveline? What has she done to make you hate her so much? Hasn’t Eveline always been good to you and everyone else in the company? How could you betray Eveline’s trust and now want to hurt her and our child?!” Killian let go of Lily’s collar and shook her violently. “I won’t tell you! I will never tell you easily! If you want to know, you have to be mine and get rid of Eveline, Killian. And yes! I hate her so much! I hate Eveline! She always gets everything she wants so easily! What about me? I work so hard to get everything I want. But Eveline, she’s always lucky. Eveline can have you, wealth, and everything that is my dream!” exclaimed Lily, who looked increasingly crazy. “What do you mean? What do you want, huh? Eveline and I love each other, and it’s none of your business, Lily. What has become of my life and Eveline’s is my business, not yours or anyone else’s,” replied Killian, who didn’t understand Lily’s hatred for Eveline at all. “That’s because Eveline managed to make you fall in love with her. Eveline can make you love her much more than Eveline loves you. You never noticed me at all, every time I tried to get close to you. But after Eveline acted strangely, you and she became close instead. I can’t accept that. All my efforts to get close to you ended in vain, and Eveline got all the happiness I wanted from you for years.” Lily replied with tears beginning to fall down her face. Killian and Caleb looked at each other for a moment, their frowns becoming more pronounced. Killian felt that he had never once accepted or felt anything strange from Lily, who he said had been trying to get closer to him all this time. Killian also didn’t pay much attention to it, because in the past, according to him, there was a very high barrier between himself as the boss and his employees at the company. Caleb was also filled with confusion and strangeness about Lily. Caleb himself was completely unaware of Lily’s obsession with Killian over the past few years, until Lily finally realized the deeper relationship between Killian and Eveline, which ended in a reckless act that could have harmed Eveline or Killian at any time, as it did now. “And now, even before I can truly have you, Eveline is pregnant. I won’t accept it! Eveline cannot have your child, Killian. Only me. Only I can bear your child and make you happy. You cannot live happily with Eveline. It will never be that easy,” Lily said threateningly. “Mr. Killian, we have contacted the police, they are in front of the room,” said a nurse who suddenly arrived and brought several police officers into the room. “Good evening, Mr. Killian, we have received a report of a crime committed against you,” said a police officer who stepped forward towards Killian, Caleb, and Lily. The police immediately looked at Lily, who looked at them with contempt, as if she was not afraid of what would happen to her after this. “That’s right, officer. This woman tried to inject something into my sick lover’s IV. A nurse is still checking the contents of the liquid,” Killian replied briefly. “Handcuff her and take her away,” said the police officer to another police officer, who immediately did so. A police officer grabbed Lily’s arms, which were still tied with cloth, and began to handcuff her very tightly. “You can’t put me in jail, Killian. You have no evidence. I didn’t do anything wrong,” said Lily, trying to free herself from the grip of the police officer who had now successfully handcuffed her. “Who says we don’t have evidence, Lily?” said Caleb with a mocking smile on his lips, then immediately stepped closer to the vase and picked up the small camera he had placed there earlier. “We have very strong evidence of what you did to Miss Eveline earlier. And don’t forget, this camera also recorded all your actions and words, Lily. Now, what more evidence do you want?” Caleb showed the small camera to everyone in the room. Seeing the camera and Caleb’s mocking smile, Lily’s face immediately turned pale and shocked, and she looked frightened. This was a far cry from her previous expression, which was full of mockery and pride, as if she believed that neither the law nor the police could punish her in the slightest. Killian himself smiled with relief, because they now had very strong evidence of Lily’s crime. That way, they could give Lily a heavy and deserved punishment. “All right then, hand over the evidence to us at the office, sir. This includes making an official police report, and this case can be brought to court as soon as possible,” said the police officer. “In that case, let me go with the police, sir. I will make sure that Lily gets a very heavy punishment for what she did tonight,” Caleb offered, stepping closer to the police officers. Caleb looked cynically at Lily, who began to lower her head and stare blankly. It was as if Lily was still trying to find a way to free herself from this huge problem. But everyone knew very well that no one could win against Killian and Caleb. “I entrust all of this to you, Caleb,” Killian finally replied, patting Caleb on the shoulder several times. After that, Caleb left with the police and Lily to go to the police station to make an official report. Killian approached the doctor and nurse who had been focused on examining Eveline’s condition. Killian felt his heartbeat slow and his breathing become labored. Killian was very afraid that something bad would happen to Eveline or their unborn child. Shortly after that, the doctor and nurse finished examining Eveline and replaced her IV with a new one. “How are Eveline and the baby doing, Doctor?” Killian whispered. “Thank God. Not a single drop of that liquid entered Miss Eveline’s body or your child’s. Both of them are in very good and healthy condition. Perhaps Miss Eveline will wake up tomorrow morning, but don’t stress her out until her condition is completely stable. Well, we’ll be going now.” The doctor and nurse walked away, leaving Killian sitting there, filled with relief.

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Lucy’s pov “How dare you! How dare you let my son lose a billion-dollar opportunity in San Francisco because of you!” The strident voice cut through the thick air like a knife. I flinched where I stood in the sitting room, spine straight, palms sweaty. My chest burned as I gazed at the woman who had once warmly called me her second daughter. Now she was fire and poison. Marcus’s mother towered over him in all her fashionable fury, designer purse swinging from her hip as she paced back and forth. “You must think you’re clever. You must think you’re special. My son—my only son—decided to stay in this godforsaken city instead of leading the expansion department of our firm in San Francisco. And why? You.” “Ma’am, I didn’t ask him to stay,” I said quickly, voice trembling. “I even said he should go if—” “Shut up!” she exclaimed. “I don’t want to hear one word from you, you gold-digging, manipulative little—” “Mum!” Marcus’s voice thundered. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his jaw clenched so tightly I was sure his teeth would crack. “Don’t you ever speak to Lucy like that.” Her mother whirled to face him. Her impeccably drawn eyebrows arched in outrage. “Marcus—” “No. Enough!” He stormed in, shutting the door behind him. “This is my life, and I remained because this city holds some meaning for me. Because Lucy holds some meaning for me.” My heart jumped to my throat. “So now you’re confessing?” his mother sneered. “You’re in love with her? Is that it? You’d rather forfeit your inheritance for some no one with pretty eyes and a sob story?” Marcus’s fists tightened. He exhaled through his nose like a bull ready to charge. “Don’t insult her. You don’t know what she’s been through. You don’t know her.” I didn’t stir, frozen, torn between defending myself and disappearing completely. I felt small, a spark in a hurricane. His mother scoffed. “You think I don’t know girls like her? Girls who sneak into a man’s heart so subtly he doesn’t even realize it until she’s the cause of everything he built crumbling around him.” Marcus stepped forward, his voice softer now, but with a steely edge. “You will not speak to her that way. Not in my house.” His mother breathed as if he’d hit her. “Your house? Your house? Marcus, I built this house! Everything in your name was provided by me and your father. And this is how you repay me? Taking up for some ungrateful leech—” “Stop it!” he roared, and I jumped in shock. “Lucy is not a leech. She’s the finest person I know. I don’t care what you think, Mother. I’m not going to leave her. And if you can’t honor her, you can go.” There was silence. Cold, raw silence that made the air feel heavier. Marcus’s mother blinked. Her lips twitched in disbelief. “You’re choosing her over your family?” “No,” Marcus said. “I’m choosing me. For once in my damn life.” She shook her head, chest heaving. “You’ll regret this.” “Then I’ll regret it.” He turned to me. His voice softened. “Lucy, go wait in the study. I’ll talk to her.” I hesitated. I wanted to stay, wanted to protect him even though I knew that I couldn’t. But I nodded and departed, my heart pounding in my ears. From the hallway, I could still hear the sound of their battle. Marcus was trying to talk, trying to fix what could not be fixed in a single evening. And I. I just sat silently, gripping the arm of the chair as though it was the one true thing in the world. All because I existed. Because I had the audacity to be close to him. Because Marcus—my best friend—chose me. He showed up a half hour later, tie loose, hair mussed. He fell into the chair opposite me and buried his face in his hands. “She’s never going to accept this, is she?” I whispered. “Probably not,” he muttered. “But that’s her problem, not ours.” I hated how much that comforted me. Because deep down, I knew this wasn’t the end of the matter. This was the beginning of war. I was the girl that his mother hated,because of how low I sat in the finance ladder. And the worst? I hadn’t even told him how I really felt. Not yet and she already wanted nothing to do with me. The world seemed small and everything seemed to echo around her words My throat hitched and everything seemed to spin. I open my eyes. Another nightmare. Shit. This one was strange, too, The last thing I want to do is encounter Marcus’ mum again What the hell? I glance up at the ceiling, my mind still foggy. The sun slants between the blinds, making pale stripes across the room. How late is it? I glance at my phone. 5:45 AM. I roll over and moan. Time to start another day. I drag myself through my usual routine—brush my teeth, brush my hair, shower, and throw on my black-and-white uniform for work. A few minutes later, I’m out the door, locking it behind me. The streets are still quiet, the morning air fresh. I’m a little earlier than usual, but that’s fine. Gives me time to settle in before the rush starts. Then, out of nowhere, a black Mercedes slowly pulls up alongside me. Oh no.

Lucy’s pov Hello, the most beautiful woman on earth.” I roll my eyes and keep walking. The car keeps tailing me. “Lucy, my dear, if you could just take a minute out of your valuable time, I know you’re over 30 minutes early.” I glance at him and keep walking. A theatrical sigh. “Lucy Cheng, jump in the car right away and let the man of your dreams drive you home.” I burst out laughing, shaking my head. I swing open the door and get in, where I find Marcus, grinning like a fool. Marcus has changed over the years—dramatically. His once unruly hair is now perfectly styled, a little longer, falling over his shoulders. His chiseled jawline and stupidly blue eyes render it generously hard to look at him for longer than a second. And that suit? Bespoke perfection, clinging to his form in ways that surely have to be illegal. “Stop staring, Luce,” Marcus teases, snapping his fingers in my face. I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “I wasn’t staring.” “You were staring.”. “I was checking out.” “You were salivating.” I slap his arm. “Shut up.” He laughs, the same reckless, heart-stopping laugh he’s always had. Marcus pulls up in front of sevenCafé, the city’s go-to breakfast joint, and I grab my bag. “Bye, idiot,” I say, pushing the door open. Marcus bends over his chest like I’ve just wounded him. “What an unwarranted way to speak of your own personal Uber driver.” I eye-roll. “I didn’t ask you for a ride. It’s literally down the block. Get to work, Marcus.” “Sure, sure, sure,” he promises me, but I can hear the smile of teasing in his voice. I leave, slamming the door behind me before I can let myself stare at him some more. But my heart is already behaving like an idiot in my chest. Marcus wasn’t that messy-haired boy I grew up with any longer. He was a man—tall, broad-shouldered, stupidly handsome, and completely unaware that I’d helplessly loved him for years. The worst part? Not being able to tell him. Keeping it bottled up was starting to hurt. I gnaw on my nails, a habit of nervous ritual I just cannot break. Suppose I reveal to him and ruin everything. Suppose he feels otherwise? The cafe was buzzing with noise by the time I got there, but that was to be expected. It opened at 7 a.m. on the dot, providing breakfast for the early birds, businesspeople, and students who were attempting to get something to eat before they left for their day. At 12 p.m., the menu opened up to full meals—anything from plain pasta to seafood plates that looked more complicated than the paycheck I got every two weeks. Of course, none of it had mattered when you were the one operating the counter, running around like your life depended upon it. The kitchen staff was underpaid, the waitresses were overworked, and the manager—well, he was the worst of them. I wiped down a table, my mind still idling on the car ride I’d just taken. “Go to work, Marcus.” I’d said it so matter-of-factly, shoving him away like I always did, but as soon as he pulled away, my heart squeezed like a water-soaked towel. When would I ever confess? That I loved him since we were kids, since he constructed me my first sandcastle, since he handed me that silly blue hat. But suppose I told him and destroyed everything? I chewed on my nails absent-mindedly as I stacked away the chairs, my nervousness rising up again. It was easier to pretend it wasn’t there, to just go through the motions. “Cheng!” I was yanked back into reality by one of my coworkers, Angela, rushing past with a tray of stacked-up plates. “You’re working the floor today, aren’t you? The kitchen’s in chaos already, and I’m not dealing with Todd’s meltdown again.” I sighed. “Yeah, yeah, got it.” “Good, because table four is already questioning why they don’t have their coffee yet.” This was typical for me. Getting yelled at from every direction, being the person that everyone relied on to do it all without whining. I didn’t really have a choice. I had to have the job. Rent was due soon, and my check hardly covered anything. The day passed in usual chaos—orders piled on the counter, plates shattering, my manager yelling at the backroom staff about money. I never had a moment’s rest, didn’t get time. It was almost three hours into the shift before he showed. Middle-aged man, dirty suit, slick hair, smug grin that crawled on my stomach. Sitting at the counter, slowly stirring his coffee with a spoon, looking at me like he had nothing better to do. I could sense his gaze before he even said a word. “Hi, sweetie,” he said as he passed by. I ignored him. Not the first time a client has tried something like that. “Come on,” he slurred. “Don’t play dumb like you didn’t hear me. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be so rude.” I spun, stiffening my smile into courtesy. “Can I get you something else?” He grinned. “What about your number?” I stayed cool. “I don’t feel right providing that.” His grin twitched, but he leaned in, unashamed. “Oh, come on. You don’t want to be rude, do you?” I took a step back. “I have other tables to serve—” “What’s the big deal? Just a number, sweetheart.” My muscles tensed. “Sir, I’m sorry, but—” He grasped my wrist with quickness. My breath was caught. “You think you’re too good for me, huh?” His fingers tightened just a little. “A little Vietnamese waitress thinking she’s above a real man.” Vicious anger flared in me. “I’m Chinese,” I spat. He guffawed. “Same difference.” I jerked my hand back, my heart pounding. “Please don’t touch me.” “Or what?” He smiled. “You’ll call your manager?” “Yes,” I declared. “Then go ahead,” he challenged. “I’d love to see how much they care about you.” I faltered, my stomach roiling. I knew my boss. He cared about profit, not people. But I still spun on my heel and strode straight for his office. It took a moment before he grumbled a response. “What is it now, Cheng?” I clenched my fists. “A customer just grabbed me.” He barely looked up from the receipts in his hands. “And?” I blinked. “And?” He sighed, setting the papers down. “Was he buying something?” “What—?” “If he’s a paying customer, just deal with it,” he said lazily. “Smile, be nice. Don’t lose me business.” My stomach dropped. “You’re not serious.” “Do you think customers like to be yelled at?” He glared at me. “I thought I was going to have to regret bringing you on. Always looking for something to complain about.” “Something to complain about?” My voice shook. “I was attacked—” He waved a discouraging hand. “Then quit if you don’t like working here.” My mouth dropped open, then shut again, my ribs compressing. I needed the job too much to quit. So I swallowed the wad in my throat, turned around, and went back outside. The clerk behind the counter still had that smirk on his face. “So? What’d your boss tell you?” I picked up his vacated cup with shaking fingers. “Nothing.” “Figured,” he snickered, putting a crumpled bill on the counter. “Keep the change, sweetheart.” I wanted to fling it in his face. But I bit back, stored my pride, and walked away.

Lucy’s pov I clutched my phone to my ear as Marcus talked, his tone light as ever. “Sorry, Luce, I’m in the middle of a business meeting. I won’t be able to pick you up tonight, but how about takeout? My treat.” A soft sigh left my lips. How did one human being have so much consideration in all that he did? Marcus had been like this forever—kind, dependable, always watching out for me in ways that I didn’t feel I deserved. How could I not adore him? “Yeah, sure,” I grumbled, tightening my purse. “That’s my girl. Get home safe, okay?” I smiled despite myself. That’s my girl. Only if he spoke as I had hoped he would. I clocked out with Angela, easing my aching arms. My own shift ended at 4, but as usual, I had been stuck until 7. Twelve hours of racing back and forth, for a paycheck that was barely enough to cover my rent. I wished I could gripe, but what was the point? At least I was still getting paid. Cool night air I took the corner off the alley home. The most direct route—typically abandoned with the exception of stray cats and the infrequent drunk stagger too far off of the main thoroughfare. I then encountered a person. Large. Imposing. Oafish cologne that narrowed my lungs. Memories of past asthma attacks rushed to the front of my mind. My breathing hitched, and I turned immediately, forcing myself to breathe purer air. A hand closed on my wrist. “Hello, Vietnamese.” Every nerve in my body shrieked. I knew that voice. Slowly, I pushed my glasses up, jamming my face into a neutral look. “Please, I have to go home, sir.” I attempted to keep my voice light, hoping to defuse whatever nasty thing was about to happen. Then I saw them. Two other men. They weren’t here to chat. My stomach roiled. “I’m going to fuck you till you switch races, you hear me?” Ice-cold fear seeped down my back. I moved back, another, but too late. They were faster. I barely had time to react before I was shoved to the ground. A body—too heavy—came down on top of me, slamming me against the cold concrete. My glasses were knocked away, my vision becoming hazy as the rough texture of the ground scraped into my flesh. “Please,” I whimpered, but the word barely passed. Laughter. My skirt ripped. I struggled, my heart thudding like a mad drum against my ribs, but I was too thin, too small. A fist twisted in my hair, yanking my head back. The room spun dizzily, my head throbbing from the shock. Through blurred eyes, I saw it—his belt undone, his shaft out, precum glinting at the head. “Leave me alone, please!” I screamed. More laughter. “Oh no, don’t lose your fire now. It makes me horny.” A jarring crash—my head striking concrete. Pain scorched through my skull, white-hot and blinding. Then— “She told you to let go of her, you fucking asshole.” The voice was deep. Unknown. English-accented. A whirl of motion. A struggle. The crush was lifted off my shoulders. I breathed, spasming limbs trembling as I strained to push myself upward. My head spun, my eyes oscillating between light and dark. And then I gazed at him. A man. Wearing a suit. Towering. A goddamn force of nature. One of my attackers dangled in his hold, gagging, choking, clawing at the iron-hard fingers closing off his air. The other guy—the one who’d been pinning me—lay motionless, blood trickling from a wound on his head. Dead. I didn’t know why, but I inched toward my merciless savior. My body refused to stand, but my hands clung to the fabric of his pants, clinging weakly. “Please,” I whispered. “Please… let him go.” He didn’t move. I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. “Please. Please let him go.” Finally, he let the man go. The man fell on the floor, face an unnatural blue. My breathing was hard, my body still trembling when he knelt in front of me. His eyes—grey, metallic, cold. “Is this how you let people who have hurt you get off scot-free? You are a madman.” My body trembled. Then, he smiled. “Oh, bunty.” My vision came back as my glasses settled into resting on my face once more. He picked them up for me. He literally bent down, picked them up, and put them carefully on my nose. All was clear again, and I could finally see him properly. And—oh. I almost gaped. He looked like someone out of a fantasy novel—the kind I used to read in marathon sessions on Wattpad when I was twelve. He had short but long enough hair so that it could probably be pulled back into a miniature man bun. His features were delicate but sharp, an easy mix of refinement and danger. He was… gorgeous. Far more handsome than the fuzzy figure I had seen before. “Stop staring at me and get up.” His voice was brief, apathetic. I tried to comply, but my head swirled. Black spots blotted on the edge of vision. My body tilted. The biting coldness of fabric wrapped around my knees made me leap. His jacket coat. His arms were around me before I could react. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. “Where do you live?” His cologne wrapped around me. It wasn’t as potent as the guy earlier. It was rich, earthy, like chocolate and something else… something that made my head spin. I blinked hard, trying to focus. “I… I live a few blocks down from here.” He nodded curtly and exited the alley. Outside the entrance waited a jet-black car—glittering, sleek, threatening. Two tuxedo-clad men guarded it, their sunglasses glinting off the dim streetlights. Who was this guy? My senses returned in an instant. I struggled despite the pounding in my head. “Put me down!” I wriggled in his arms. He barely winced, merely raising an eyebrow. “Why?” His tone was flat, emotionless. “I don’t know you!” I spat, fighting to keep the nausea in my throat. He breathed slowly, as if I was being ridiculous. As if I was a child throwing a tantrum. “I saved you from three idiots who were going to send your virgin self to the gods or something.” His accent thickened slightly on the word virgin, his tone dry. He wasn’t wrong.He put me down gently to the ground,with a kind of softness that felt like I was going to break. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. I didn’t want to think about that. I gasped in sharply and made my legs go. One step, then another, and another. I walked away, ignoring the thudding in my head. I didn’t glance back. The sedan revved quietly, then moved forward, passing me with slow, unhurried ease. Behind the tinted glass, his eyes met mine. For an instant, neither of us blinked. Then, just as fluidly, he brought the window all the way up.

Lucys pov Marcus’s hiss was repeated, his eyebrows knitted together as he dabbed antiseptic on the cut in my head. I shuddered, the burning sting pulsing through me. “Keep still.” His voice was curt, his irritation barely concealed. I hadn’t even made it through the doorway before he arrived. One minute I was fumbling with my keys, the stranger’s suit jacket still around my waist, and the next, Marcus appeared—eyes scouring me, voice strained with repressed anger. I barely had time to breathe before he pulled me in, closing and locking the door behind us. Now, as he gently bandaged my wounds, he was calm again. But in a way that was far more threatening than his outburst. “I wish you’d quit that restaurant, Luce. Please.” His tone was quieter now, but the desperation in it could not be missed. This was not the first time he’d spoken this to me. And every time, I told him no. I clenched my fists in my lap, the guilt I knew so well creeping in. Marcus had the money. Hell, he was a billionaire, the CEO of one of Chicago’s most successful companies. He could take care of me. He had begged me—begged me—to let him help, but I was too proud, too needy to prove I could do it myself. “I don’t want to need you,” I whispered. Marcus exhaled sharply, reaching for the nape of his neck as though he was physically restraining himself from losing his cool. “Why didn’t you call me, Luce?” His tone was rough now, tense. Pained. I swallowed. “You should have damn well called me.” Marcus’s jaw worked as he prowled the perimeter of my apartment, his fists tight at his sides. “The thought of some other guy nearly getting their way with you—” he exhaled roughly, voice trembling with tightly contained rage. “And that moronic cunt who tried to get you into his vehicle… Lucy, you could’ve been badly hurt.” The blatant worry in his tone caused my heart to expand with a known warmth—one that I had no right to feel. Then his voice dropped, lower, more devastated. “What would I tell your mom? I promised her I’d look after you always after her accident. It’s barely been five years, and already… I almost let her daughter get raped.” Oh. So that was why he cared so much. Not because I was something more to him,besides a friendship of over a decade, Not because he felt anything for me except guilt and duty. Just a promise. I swallowed, forcing the bitter lump in my throat down with a weak smile. “It’s okay, Marcus. I’m fine.” His head snapped in my direction, his eyes frustrated and dark. “You’re not fine, Luz. Heck, you haven’t been fine in years.” I flinched at his tone, but then he gestured around the apartment, forcing me to really look. And damn it, he was right. The walls were rotting, pieces of paint and plaster crumbling off like dead skin. Water was dripping from at least six spots in the ceiling, the damp smell mixing with the faint aroma of stale coffee and something I did not wish to identify. My couch—if it could even be called that—looked as if it had been through war, beaten black and blue by the sun, rain, and every other extreme weather factor. And yet… this was mine. My life. My struggle. My independence. Marcus sighed heavily, then kneeled in front of me, grasping my hands in his. His touch was soft, too soft, and warmth rushed through me, unwanted, undeniable. “Please, Lucy. Let me help you. I’m begging you.” His voice was quiet, almost desperate. “Work for my company. Be a bloody cleaner if you like and work your way up. Just let me help you.” I pulled my hands back slowly, forcing my voice to stay even. “So I can be what? Your charity case? Your pity project?” I shook my head. “So your mother can validate everything she’s ever suspected about me?” His face twisted in frustration, hands pulling through his hair in frustration. “Lucy, that’s not—” “I don’t want to get where I am because my best friend gave me a leg up.” His frustration boiled over. He leapt to his feet, dragging his hands over his face. “Fine.” His tone was bitter, abrupt. “Then borrow money from me. Or something. I don’t know. Let me at least push you in the direction of what you actually want to do.” And still, I said no. I said no. I said I had to be independent. I said I could do this on my own. And he just stood there, staring at me like I was the most frustrating person in the world. Then something in his expression changed. “Alright,” he said slowly, like an idea had just struck him. “Let me suggest another company to you.” I blinked, surprised. “What?” “They’re a competing firm to my own. Their CEO is an asshole, and we don’t see eye to eye, so I won’t be able to put in a good word for you. Whatever job you get will be on your merit, and whatever he pays you as salary will be his choice—not mine.” My mouth opened. “If you can keep the job, great. If not. you can go back to working at the café.” He maintained eye contact, tone steady. “Just promise me you’ll take the offer.” He was negotiating. And for some reason, I couldn’t refuse. I exhaled, then nodded decisively. His entire body sagged in relief. “God damn it, Lucy, you drive me crazy,” he muttered, his forehead pressed against mine. My heart skipped a beat. And then, before I could even respond, he kissed my cheek—softly, hardly there. “Try to sleep,” he whispered. “I have some work to take care of.” And just like that, he was gone. I let out a soft sigh and rose to my feet. Putting on my glasses, I walked to the cabinet in which I kept most of my medications. I reached inside and pulled out the aspirin, taking it dry despite the unpleasant taste. Not even bothering to dress, I climbed onto my makeshift bed, the springs creaking beneath me. The pounding in my chest would not subside, but I suppressed my mind. I was not going to think about Marcus. I wasn’t going to think about him. I said it over and over, forcing my mind to go anywhere else. And yet—his face ran through my mind. The handsome stranger. His metallic grey eyes. The way he spoke—like he didn’t care what came next. He was the opposite of Marcus. Cold, detached, dangerous. And yet, the way my body responded to him… that disturbed me the most.

Lucy’s pov Stepping into coleIndustries was stepping into a different realm. The luxuriance of the place surrounded me like a second layer, my nerves thrilling. The floors gleamed under the light fixtures’ glare, and the smell of expensive cologne and newly ground coffee Beans permeated the atmosphere. One month had passed since that incident in the alley. One month of Marcus constantly checking up on me, lurking over me like an attentive specter. He’d had me banned from the café and then sued them for damages. I didn’t ask how much, and I didn’t want to know. He’d also taken my last bit of money to pay my rent, which had left me with hardly enough to survive until I got a new job. Not that it was required—most nights, I didn’t have to spend a penny. Marcus provided for that, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, despite my protests. And whenever I had gone to argue, he would just shrug and say, “You’re going to pay me back anyway.” For some reason, that had made me feel slightly better. Now here I was, standing in front of the receptionist’s desk, clinging to my bag like a lifeline. The woman behind the desk was stunning. Red lipstick, bold and perfect. Eyes the color of sapphires, framed by lashes long enough to reach heaven. Blond hair was pulled into a severe, no-nonsense knot that screamed power and danger. She looked like the kind of woman who could kill me with a single glance. And then she smiled. “Hello, what can I help you with today?” Her voice was smooth, polite, but there was a snap to it—like she was already sizing me up. I swallowed, shoving my glasses higher. “I have a job referral from Stanley Corporations.” Her eyes flickered. For a nanosecond, her lips twisted in disgust, like the name itself was something dirty on her desk. Then, just as quickly, she slapped on a perfectly fake smile. “Of course.” She picked up the receiver, dialing a number with immaculately manicured nails. She waited a few moments before talking into the receiver. “Sir, the Stanley referral is here.” A pause. Then her gaze sliced to me. “Go ahead. He’s expecting you.” I faltered, my heart pounding. He? I drew a deep breath and walked toward the double doors, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I knocked, and when a deep voice inside the room told me to enter, I pushed open the door— And stalled. Sitting behind a shiny black desk, smiling at me like I was a gift he’d been waiting to unwrap, was the man from the alley. The man who’d saved me. The man who had murdered for me. His icy blue eyes glinted with humor as he lounged in his chair, one hand resting lazily against his jaw. “Welcome, Bunty.” His voice was every bit as smooth and dangerous as I remembered. “I’ve been waiting for you.” I couldn’t catch my breath. He was sitting there. Behind that enormous desk, looking at me like a predator looking at prey. I’d gone over our alleyway encounter in my mind too many times during the past month, but I never figured I’d ever see him again. And here he was. Dustin Riot. My mouth was opening and shutting. Opening and shutting again. The words were there—Good morning, sir—but they stuck on my lips, barely above a whisper. His eyes didn’t waver from mine, but the look of condescending amusement twisted my stomach. “Don’t stammer.” I swallowed hard. “I—I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” I bit down on my lips. He extended a hand, waiting. “Where’s your resume?” I dug into my bag, frantically pulling out the neatly typed sheet and laying it on his desk. He didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he grasped the paper in his hand, ripped it into half, and tossed it into the trash can beside him as if it was nothing. I blinked. My mind went blank. What… “I’m not going to need that,” he replied calmly, and my skin crawled. He indicated the chair in front of him. “Sit down. I have a couple of questions for you.” I obeyed immediately, smoothing my skirt a hundred times as I sat, my fingers curling into a knot in my lap. His blue eyes pinned me. “You’re going to be one of them, aren’t you?” I blinked, surprised. “One of—?” “One of the little pity things that drift up here pretending to be the most innocent pieces of the world.” His voice was smooth, with a touch of mockery. My hands curled tighter. “Let me tell you something, Lucy Cheng.” He inched forward, his movement slow, calculated. “I don’t care what becomes of you.” My breath halted. “You could have died that night, and finding you was a matter of luck.” His lips curled into something that would have been a smirk if it wasn’t so cruel. “So don’t stare at me like I’m some kind of messiah. Because I will kill you before you ever get the chance to worship me.” I shut down completely. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my chest burned from the lack of oxygen. This wasn’t the same man that man. That man, despite how frightening he’d been, had still stood up for me. This man? He couldn’t have cared less. I opened my lips to respond, but before I could say one word, he stepped back, eyes scanning me as if I were nothing. “Anyway, Miss Cheng.” His tone shifted, becoming cold, detached. “Come back in two weeks.” I blinked. “What?” “Now, you’re not ready for this job.” My stomach dropped. Not ready? My fists tightened in my lap. “But… you didn’t even look at my resume. You tore it up. How can you—” “Decide whether you’re worth my time?” He tilted his head to one side, goading me with his eyes. “I already did.” It seemed like the room just dropped a few degrees. I should have been mad. I should have gotten up and stood up and walked out. But all I could manage was just sit there, stunned, as Dustin Riot leaned back in his chair and looked at me like he had already planned out exactly how my life was going to go from here. I barely noticed the taxi drive away as I walked to my apartment, my head in a knot of rage and something else I refused to name. The conversation replayed itself in my mind, repeating over and over, each word sinking deeper into my skin. I don’t care what happens to you. I will kill you before you ever have the chance to worship me. A shiver ran down my spine, but not from the night air. There was a well of heat in the pit of my stomach, making my legs stagger. What’s the matter with me? I detested men like him. Men who thought they could patronize women, men who had an unchecked ego, men who wielded power as a bludgeon. And yet…. My hands clenched into fists as I swallowed hard. He was so damn gorgeous. The curve of his lips shaping every word, every syllable flowing from his lips like something forbidden. The curve of his dark brows rising in perfect, effortless disdain, daring me to resist—to rebel against him. The timbre of his voice surrounding me, rough and smooth at once, like something dangerous. Like something that would consume me whole. And God have mercy on me, I couldn’t wait to be consumed.

Lucy’s POV Thin curtains let sunlight stream in, casting golden stripes over my dirty floor studio apartment. I was on the bed, staring at my phone screen, the time moving slowly like molasses. I’d been lying awake all night, tossing and turning, rehearsing Dustin Riot’s words in my head. “Come back in two weeks.” Two weeks of waiting? Getting ready? For a job that I hadn’t gotten ready for? I didn’t know what. But I knew I needed to go tell Marcus. He’d want to know. Slipping on jeans and a messy grey sweater, I pulled back my hair in a bun and grabbed my battered leather bag, and stepped out into the steamy city morning. The brief walk to Marcus’ flat was a burdensome one, each step laden with possibility. At the high metal gate, the guard did not stop. He simply pressed the intercom and let me in with a brusque nod. Whether he knew me from all the times that I had hung around wasn’t clear. Probably. I walked between neat hedges and marble water features to the elevator and pressed the button trembling. My guts were tight little knots of fear, nausea churning at the back of my throat. By the time I reached his penthouse floor, the door was already open. Marcus never locked when he was expecting me to come by. “Morning,” I breathed as I went inside. The air was heavy with the scent of roasted coffee beans and burnt toast. The living area, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, was immaculately tidy, the external skyline defined by the glass panes, light casting from glass surfaces and cream sofa. Marcus stood at the kitchen counter, his hair wet from the shower, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He looked up directly in my direction, his dark eyes letting go when he saw me. “Hi.” His voice was husky with sleep. “Come here.” I slid into his arms automatically. He wrapped them around me, holding me hard against him, lips planting against my hairline. “You didn’t sleep well,” he muttered against my scalp. “No,” I panted, my voice cracking. He withdrew enough to look down at me, his thumb tracing under my eyes. “Tell me.” I took a shaking breath. “I went to Cole Industries yesterday. For the referral job.” And?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting. I bit my lip, my eyes filling with tears. “I… I did. I think. He told me to report in two weeks.” “That’s terrific news.” “No, Marcus.” I was trembling my voice. “You don’t understand. He despises me. He—he ripped my resume up. Told me I wasn’t ready. Told him he didn’t care if I died.”. Marcus’ jaw locked, his dark eyes blazing with something feral before he masked it with calm. He cupped my face, held me steady so I couldn’t turn away. “Listen to me, Lucy. You’re going to take that job.” The words clung in my throat. “But—” “No.” His tone was stiff, unyielding. “You’re going to go back there in two weeks and do what you have to do.” I stared at him, shocked. “Why? ” “That’s why,” Marcus interrupted, releasing me and moving back to grab the coffee pot and pour himself a cup. He didn’t move quickly, but rather with a deliberate slowness. “Guys like Dustin don’t do anything without motive. If he invited you to come back, it’s because he needs something. And whatever that is, you’re going to learn.” My gut dropped, my knees buckled. “Marcus??” “I’m telling you to stay alive,” he growled, then took a rough breath, shoving his fingers through his hair. “Lucy. this guy isn’t just your boss. He’s half-owner of half the underground syndicates in this city. He’s volatile, yeah. But he’s also somebody you don’t cross. And I need you near him, now.” “Why? His gaze met mine, dark and bottomless. “Because he’s the one that I can’t control.” The words sent a cold finger tracing down my spine. Marcus had always protected me. Loved me, in his own strange way. But this. this was not love. This was control. I swallowed. “What if he discovers the truth?” “Then he’ll kill you.” That was nearly casual, like forecasting the weather. “But he won’t. You’re smart. You’ll keep him safe.” I could feel tears welling in my eyes again. “Marcus… I don’t want to do this.” He drew closer to me, his arms around me again, his mouth against my temple. “I know, I know. But you must.” There was a rustle in my pocket and my phone leapt out, breaking the stifling silence. I pulled it out, my heart thudding as I glanced at the name on the screen. Unknown Number I glanced up at Marcus, who nodded once. “Answer it.” Shaking hands, I swiped to answer and held it up to my ear. “Hello…?” Silence. And then a menacing low laugh that had every muscle in my body freeze with terror. “Don’t get too cozy, Bunty.” I stood stock-still, my mouth dry. “Mr… Mr. Dustin?” “You thought I’d let you disappear for two weeks without a string?” His voice was smooth, like velvet running over razor blades. “Check your email an hour from now. You’ll see your first assignment.” “A-assignment?” I gasped. His laughter became raspy, the shivers running down my arms. “Don’t panic, Lucy. It’s not more than you can handle. Yet.” The line fell silent. I was standing there, phone held to ear, my heart racing so hard I could hardly hear anything else. Marcus rested back and watched me, sipping his coffee as if nothing was wrong. “Want to know what he said?” he inquired. I gulped. “He… he’s assigning me a task.” Marcus smiled, but the joke wasn’t there. Only shadow. “Good. Let the game start.”

Lucy’s POV The sun had long since set by the time I finally got up from where I had sat curled up on my old couch, knees pulled into my chest, staring at the blank television screen. The lights in my apartment were off, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside my window, casting long, linear shadows on the peeling paper and cracked ceiling. My head rested against the rough fabric of the couch as ideas raged inside me, a ceaseless storm battering every recess of my brain. How did I get to this place? I imagined waking up tomorrow morning and walking back to that little café on 7th Street, asking if they would give me the old job back as a cleaner. They would most likely. They were always short of workers to clean tables, wipe up spilled coffee, disinfect the bathrooms after closing. I could all but imagine myself again in that little bathroom, scrubbing urine stains from cracked tiles, my knees aching, my hands red and raw from harsh chemicals, the air heavy with bleach. At least there, nobody gave a damn who I was. Nobody expected anything of me. Nobody could hurt me. A sardonic laugh escaped my lips. But Marcus would never allow anybody to do that. I shut my eyes and pictured his face—serene, inscrutable, with that flash of ownership in his dark eyes. He’d never do it aloud, but to him, me cleaning was a slap in the face. A humiliation. His little Bunty, on her knees for other people. His pride wouldn’t permit it. But if I worked for him—okay, worked with him at his company—I’d be vindicating his mother. The same woman who’d stood in front of him and told him, to his face, that a girl like me wasn’t worth the air we breathed. A burden. I recalled what she had said when we initially met, statuesque in her cream-colored Chanel suit, pearls glinting at her throat, gazing at me as dirt on the heel of her red-bottomed shoes. > “Don’t bring your filth into this house, Marcus. She will only destroy you.” No. I wouldn’t give it to her. I wouldn’t legitimize her by running to Marcus for a job. I was independent. I had survived in this city alone since I was sixteen. I wasn’t about to let that start now. My stomach bunched up in torment, the bitter truth of my decisions seeping into my marrow like cold, weighty stone. There was only one other option left. Dustin. My own breath was taken at the thought of him. His icy blue eyes. The way his voice slid under my skin like silk stretched to the snapping point with knives. Why would a man like him need me for his secretary? He’d thought so little of me. That much was certain. To him, I was a disposable little girl with trembling fingers and no backbone. He’d told me himself: You could have died that night, and discovering you was an accident.” And why… Why go to the trouble of hiring me? To have me on stand-by. It did not make sense. Unless it was exactly what Marcus had explained. Control. Or maybe humiliation. A game to him, to see how far he could push me before I finally snapped in two. A tear slid down my cheek, tracing over the curve of my chin before it dropped onto the couch cushion. But even as I shook with fear and confusion, another consideration whispered its way through the back of my mind. He had saved me. I shut my eyes and let the memory wash over me, stark and sharp as if it had happened yesterday. That alley. The metallic flavor of blood in my mouth as I screamed, the cold concrete against my arms as I tried to wriggle away, the heavy reek of sweat and cheap alcohol from the man pinning me down. His laughter echoing in my head. And then. silence. A shadow falling across me. The bitter smell of gunpowder. Welts of warmth on my cheek that I had not realized were blood until I opened my eyes, blinked, and saw his body lying over me, still. And standing over us, looming, was Dustin Riot. Calm. Cold. His gun hanging at his side, smoke curling from the muzzle, his face a mask as he looked down at me. That was the first I had seen his eyes. Those same cold eyes that scared me now. But then. at the time, they were salvation. They were the sole assurance that I existed. That someone cared for me enough to stop a monster from annihilating me. My heart writhed in torment. Why does it make my chest ache just to remember that? I hated him. I hated everything that he symbolized. Power. Violence. Condescension. But he had bought my heart that night, with blood and silence and one glance that said I see you. And now… now I was going to allow him to destroy it. My hand trembled as I lifted my phone and the splattered coffee table. The broken screen radiated blue light in the dark living room, illuminating my pale face and matted hair and red-lined eyes. A broken girl already. My breathing rose and fell in rapid gasps as I opened my email software. His letter waited, dark and cold, its words unblinking. I clicked “Reply.” My fingers danced over the keys, the words wavering in front of my drunken eyes. What do you even say to a person like that? My thumb descended, typing slowly, each word a nail into my own coffin. > Subject: Re: Assignment Mr. Dustin I’ll be there at midnight. I accept the job. – Lucy Cheng I read it twice, my stomach twisting with ill. Then, before I could wimp out, I pushed Send.

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Diamond’s POV I sat in front of the vanity mirror, getting dressed by two stylists and their assistants. One was applying makeup to my face, while the other was almost done with my hair. I was looking stunning, like a bride should, as my hair was curled in a retro bun, leaving two strands on each side. The makeup on my face was exquisite, with a double-layer foundation and bright red lipstick. My brows were carved like waves, and my lashes were straightened with light mascara. A pair of shimmering pearl earrings on my ears and a pearl necklace around my neck. It was the day of my wedding—the day a new name would be added to my precious name. The day I’ll be married to the love of my life, Max I met him two years ago, and I fell in love with him at first sight, so without hesitation, I agreed to become his girlfriend when he asked me out. We were good together, and last year he unexpectedly proposed to me. We were all on vacation on the islands, and he declared his love on the seashore. Of course, I agreed to marry him. It seemed different when I was with him. He understood me more than anyone, and without a doubt, he was my missing rib all along. “Is everything ready?” Liam asked loudly when he burst into the room. Liam was my dad’s driver and his most trusted guard. “Everyone is already waiting for you,” he added. The stylist seemed to be done with my makeup and hair. “Where is Max?” I asked nervously, straightening my long, beautiful red wedding dress. “Don’t worry, diamond. Max is at the venue already, and you’re just being nervous,” Mr. Liam reassured me, and I couldn’t help but gulp down the lump forming in my throat. I touched my neck and noticed the platinum necklace Mom gave me wasn’t there. I turned to the stylist. “Where is the platinum necklace that was around my neck just now?” I asked, and she looked away before mumbling, “I don’t understand what you are talking about, ma’am; there was no platinum necklace.” “What do you mean by there being no platinum necklace? I can’t get married without it. It’s my lucky charm. No way.” I groaned. Mom gave me the precious necklace as my wedding gift. How could she lose it? “It’s fine, Diamond; you need to take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” Liam asked, taking a step closer. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. “I’m fine. I just need my mother’s necklace to calm down.” Liam looked at me wide-eyed. “Uh, Diamond, do you not want to marry the love of your life over a necklace?” I shook my head. “Good, because if you don’t marry him, I know a bunch of ladies who would love to, without hesitation.” He said that, and I shot him a deadly glance. “Fine. Let’s go.” I said it grumpily. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before following Mr. Liam. ………… It was an autumn wedding that was being held at sunset. It had always been my dream to hold my wedding on the beach. The weather was a bit dark, and the scenery before me was breathtaking. It was exactly the wedding of my dreams. This arrangement was perfect; it matched how I had imagined it to be. Red rose petals were spread all over the floor in a straight line, and I needed no one to tell me that was the point where I was going to walk through, hand in hand with my dad. White and pink Lily flower petals were spread all over the other places. There were green leaves too, representing nature. Lighted lanterns and candles in heart shades and shapes hung on the man-made trees in the surrounding areas. With small line lights of different colors shimmering in the dark and the chair and table for receiving guests covered in red and white linens, it looks just like my fairytale wedding. The paparazzi and reporters were everywhere, which didn’t surprise me. For a moment, I wondered how much preparation my parents had put into this wedding. It’s funny how my parents loved Max at first sight and how they encouraged us to attend this wedding. I walked down the aisle dressed in my red wedding gown while holding a rose bouquet. The red gown was utterly gorgeous, with sparkling pearls and diamonds all over. It had joints with white laces, and the length covered a long distance backward. The smile on my face was the most sincere of all time. I could see smiles on everyone’s faces who were present. They all seemed happy that I was getting married. Pleasant, slow music was played as I headed confidently toward the end of the aisle. I could see the priest and Max dressed in black suits. He has an exciting smile on his face. I turned to my right, and there were my parents and my younger sister, Fiona. My smile instantly dimmed at the sight that just welcomed me. Why was Fiona dressed in a red wedding gown as well? Fiona smiled proudly as she snarled at me. My nervousness kicked in tenfold as she walked up to Max while holding the hem of her dress, then hooked her arm around his. I gasped out loud when I noticed Mom’s necklace on Fiona’s neck. I wasn’t going to believe my eyes. Why was Max smiling and looking affectionately at her? And Mom and Dad? The guests looked at Fiona, taking pictures of her dress. My world came crashing down as they both turned to the priest. The guest started clapping and cheering. I looked around, only to discover that no one was paying attention to me. All their attention had always been on Fiona the entire time—from the very beginning. I wiped the sweat dripping from my forehead. The atmosphere was already suffocating me, and I panicked. My mind yelled at me to turn back and run away, as I vaguely understood what was going on. But my feet were too stumped to move, and I found it hard to lift them. Here was my chance to run away since all the attention was on Fiona and Max, but I couldn’t do it. The fear of what was about to take place wracked my nerves. “I do.” I was startled out of my thoughts as soon as I heard Fiona’s reply. “Do you, Max Zachary, take Fiona Xander to be your wife, to love and to cherish, to be with her during the worst times, in sickness and in health, in good and bad times, till death do you both apart?” My heart was beating so fast. My face speaks so much about my ongoing emotions. Was he going to do this to me? His silence was an unspoken answer. I gulped, waiting patiently for his reply. “I do,” came his reply. My lip parted as my expression paled and my body quivered. I just couldn’t believe Max could do this to me. He loved me, and I loved him. Hump! What was I saying? We both fucking loved each other! Trains of questions railed through my mind as I held on to my broken heart. “What happened? How did it happen? What went wrong? ” I thought with disbelief, unable to gasp at the significance of what was happening. I was the best girl for Max. He dislikes Fiona. So did he suddenly lose love for me and find my sister more like him? He could have talked it out with me if he felt we could no longer continue with the wedding. But why the humiliation? “Then I pronounced you both husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” The priest announced it, and the crowd let out a cry of vivid happiness. My world was almost falling apart as the priest declared them husband and wife. Tears compiled under my eyes quickly as they flowed down, doing great damage to my makeup. I felt a tightness in my chest. They were married. Under my watchful eyes, Max got married to my sister. “Oh, God!” I whimpered. Endless resentment and pain surged in my heart. My body trembled. Max turned to Fiona, who had already faced him. His hand moved to her face, lifting it gently by her jaw. His thumb rubbed softly on her face. His gaze was affectionate, and he let a satisfactory smile play on his lips. I stared at them with tears clouding my eyes yet again. The same seductively plumped lips that bloomed a different feeling in me—the same lips I had thought only belonged to me. Slowly leaning his head down, Max captured Fiona’s lip in his, letting her feel the softness of his lips. I shut my eyes in disgust and bit harder on my lower lip.

I was humiliated publicly, and it was not something I could tolerate. I frantically looked around. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in them. I felt the drumming in my chest. Why did my parents encourage me into this marriage just to humiliate me this way? Why? I couldn’t find the right answers to my question. They both broke the kiss, and the two of them unanimously turned to look at me. Just when I opened my mouth to speak, Fiona beat me to it. “Hey sister,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘sister’ mockingly. Fiona got to where I stood and then chuckled while eyeing me like some disgusting creature. I simply sniffed and wiped away my tears. She smiled when she saw me do that. “Seeing the great diamond this way gives me so much joy!” She laughed, and I gulped uneasily. “W..hy me?” I stuttered, staring at the lady in front of me. She smirked and looked at me hatefully with her blue eyes. She and I were not alike. She had blonde hair, and mine was brown and medium-length. She was much shorter and thinner. Her big blue eyes were bright, just like the blue of the sea, while mine were bottle green. She shrugged and tapped on my shoulders. “Hey, pumpkin. You should blame it on your mother,” she said, and I wheezed. “This is the fate she left you with,” she added. “My mum…” I muttered and slowly turned to look at Mom, who was now beside her. “Mum. What’s she talking about?” My lips couldn’t stop recoiling. I stared in awe at the woman I’d taken as my mother all these years. She watched me grow up. She was my mom. Then what was Fiona ranting about? We peered at each other with different insinuations. “Mom…” I called with my tone fully held back. “Yeah. That’s right. I’m not your mother!” She replied. I shook my head, not wanting to believe it. “It’s not true, right?” I asked, taking failing breaths with many thoughts dribbling through my head while trying to comprehend what she just said. My mom, Mrs. Sharon Xander, scoffed with an eye roll. “Mum…” “I’m sadly not your actual mother, so stop with the picky title now that you know,” she snapped. I was beyond wordless; the capability to express myself in words was lost in my system as I stared dumbfounded at the woman in front of me. “I probably should tell you everything, right? You deserve to know,” she suggested rhetorically. A weird smile formed on her lips. “I got married to your dad when you were just a year old. I was already pregnant with Fiona. So we got married, and then I found out something shocking.” She giggled and smirked at me. “W…what do you mean?” I muttered with my lip partly agape. She smirked afterward and faced me with a vicious look. “Who’s my mother?” I found myself asking after finally processing their words. “Well, your mother.” She paused momentarily, taking a sniff and wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. “Your mother was a prostitute,” she said. “What?” I jerked in shock. “Your father can explain much better. But I’ll help him out a bit,” she grinned, and her face contorted with anger and her eyes narrowing with fiery intensity. “Yes. Your mother was a high-class prostitute. She cheated on your dad, and the product of that filthy relationship was you. She deceived your innocent dad, who did nothing but love her. She was just a flirt and had to die of a serious sexual infection. Your father found out when she was dead. You were just a year old. He was heartbroken and drank himself into a stupor. We had a one-night stand that resulted in me getting pregnant with Fiona. Since I was already pregnant, we just went ahead and got married. We considered taking you since you were just a year old. I thought you’d be a good girl, but you were just like your mother. It took us all these years to finally get revenge on you. Revenge for what your prostitute mother did to my husband!” Mrs. Sharon Mrs. Sharon Xander continued, her voice dripping with disdainful superiority and punctuating her words with sharp, accusatory gestures. “It’s not true,” I muttered, not believing a single word she just unleashed. My eyes turned misty as I listened to those words. “Yes, baby. It’s a lot to take in.” She made a soft sound as she came close to me. I moved my gaze to Dad and pointed a finger at him. “Does that mean you’re not my dad?” I mumbled. “Arghhh! I’m going crazy.” I laughed like a maniac as my body fell to the ground. “Father…” I cried. “I’m not your daughter? What are they saying? It’s a dream, right? I want to wake up from this horrible nightmare,” I cried. “You heard her right. You’re just like your mother. I shouldn’t have considered taking you in after finding out you’re not even my daughter,” Dad finally said, and the whole place went silent. Even the sound of a dropped pin couldn’t be heard at this moment. “You all are lying!” I murmured. I thought I was embarrassed by Max, but this was the biggest humiliation. “That’s a lie, Father. You’re my father; how can you say such a thing? It’s unforgivable!” I gritted my teeth in rage as more tears fell from my eyes. “All these years, I have tried my best to believe you’re my daughter. But you’re just nothing like me and only a pain to me! Do you even know how much I disgust the sight of you?” He shrieked. I subconsciously moved backward and leaned on one of the chairs for support as I tried to look directly into the eyes of the man I have always called Dad. I was starting to feel weak and didn’t think I would be able to move my body, which was slowly turning into a log of wood. “Your mother was a well-known prostitute. I thought she changed when we got married, but she fucking played me!” he shouted, throwing a file at me. “A picture of your mother and a DNA test that proves I am not your freaking father!” He yelled. I slowly picked up the file. I tore it open and brought out a piece of paper and a picture. My mouth opened slightly as I burst into uncontrollable tears. It was freaking true. They are not my parents. “You see, we’re not even related. I don’t know if I should rejoice or not!” Fiona giggled. “Wow, it’s true, Diamond. Look! We aren’t your parents,” Mrs. Sharon said with a tone of caricature. “All these years, I’ve been thinking of how to get back at you. I wanted you to feel the same pains your mother made me pass through. I wanted you to go through all of it. It finally happened when you introduced Max to us. You see, it was all a game. We planted Max in your life just to ruin it.” She flaunted her wedding ring right in front of my eyes as she mocked the engagement ring on my finger. I couldn’t do anything but stare blankly at them. These are the ones I called families, or rather, they’re the ones I’ve known as families. “How could they do this to me?” I lamented. Everything I was made to believe was nothing but lies. “I hate the resemblance she shares with you; it makes me want to do more than ruin your life. Ugh!” He spat with deep aversion over my body before turning back and walking away. I felt my world threatening to crumble as everything became silent. “Your mother is a prostitute, and you will make no difference,” Mrs. Sharon said. “Nothing is true. I won’t believe it,” I argued. Why was everything happening so fast? “Oh, poor being. Are you saying the DNA results are fake?” She asked with sarcasm. “It’s best if you just accept your ugly reality. Don’t be dense, Diamond.” She muttered and crouched down next to me. She touched my hair, and I shrieked back in fright. “Seeing you broken like this makes me happy. I pray it breaks all that makes you human and alive into pieces. When you reach that stage, darling, I recommend you choose death!” She said it to my face, emitting a dark chortle at the end of her sentence. Before I could understand what she was saying, Mrs. Sharon hugged me and faked a sob. I was taken aback by her sudden outburst, which was way out of line after this divulgence. “That’s right; now you can leave and won’t have any reason to come back.” I bit my lower lip. Now I understand why she did it. Of course! No one heard except me. She patted my hair afterward and stood up. Looking at me one more time, she sauntered away, and murmuring arose immediately. “You disgust me, Diamond!” Fiona spoke up. “I can’t believe I was made to believe you were my sister when you’re not close to that!” “When I found out you were nothing but a prostitute’s daughter, I felt the urge to strangle you to death. I couldn’t believe I had a thing with the daughter of a prostitute. I was fed up with rage toward you. I was so glad when Mom told me about her revenge game. We had to work Max, who was my boyfriend, into your life. We encouraged you into this marriage just to break your ego and push you into the mud,” she said. I wiped my tears. I wouldn’t let this little thing see me in tears or plead for her mercy. “You see, I got the wedding ring while you only have the fake engagement ring,” she mumbled, showing off her wedding ring right in my face. “pft! It’s such a shame.” Fiona said and walked to pick up an already prepared bucket of mud water, which hasn’t been oblivious to me all this while. She took it and walked back to me. She splattered it all over my beautiful dress. “That’s right! For everything your mother caused my dad. You are the daughter of a prostitute.” She growled, and I couldn’t help but burst into another round of sobbing after seeing my beautiful wedding gown ruined. I look around as the paparazzi capture everything. My gaze went back to the ground as I cried harder.

I kept sniffing, trying to control my tears, but it was to no avail. I hated my life. I despised my mother, who brought me into this horrendous world. They destroyed my life; they destroyed everything. It was Mom, and she just had to involve me, who knows nothing about their messy vengeance. “You punk!” Fiona made to slap me, but Max held her hand. “That’s enough, wifey. You look stressed. We still have our honeymoon to go for,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist tenderly. She shot me a glance and walked away. Not saying a word, I held onto my mom’s picture and the DNA results. I stood up and subconsciously walked out, not minding the hateful eyes staring at me. It began raining. I walked like a zombie into the rain, crying. I could never have imagined my life would be crumbling like this right in front of me. Not on just a normal day, but on a day that was supposed to be my wedding. “Why do you have to be my mother?” I murmured in tears, staring at the already wet picture. “I hate you!” I mumbled and broke down in a wail under the rain. The next day, I stood, staring at my supposed father’s house, which now looked strange to me. The house I grew fond of was The only place I could find comfort in was now anomalous to me. I slept at the church last night since I had nowhere to go. My red gown looked tattered, and my hair was messy. No doubt, I stink. I sighed, and without another thought, I entered. I met them sitting down, eating chicken, and watching a movie while laughing endlessly. They didn’t notice me. “Mother,” I called slowly and bit on my lower lip. That’s right! I shouldn’t have spoken the word ‘mother’ She is no longer my mom. They all turned towards me, and I gulped down Dad, Mom, Fiona, and Max. They all look like a big, lovely family without me. “The princess is finally home,” Mom laughs sarcastically, and Fiona joins her. “I only came to get my things.” I swallowed hard and walked away, making my way toward my room. I entered my room and sighed again. “Hey Diamond, you better don’t forget anything. You won’t be allowed in here once you leave,” Fiona said. I turned behind and lo and behold, she was right behind me, leaning against the door. “I just came to supervise. You might just take what’s not yours. Your mother is a prostitute, and you might be a…” She paused and shrugged. I scoff and balled my fist. I eyed her but didn’t say a word. This is my junior, talking to me like I’m just nothing. “This punk!” I growled silently. “I won’t,” I simply replied. “There’s nothing precious to steal anyway!” I added. “That’d be amazing,” Fiona giggled. “I thought you were wise, but you’re just a Moron, diamond. We’ve been dating behind your back for two years, and you couldn’t tell. Gosh! Darn foolish!” She giggled. My face turned pale listening to all she was blabbing. “It’s okay. You have him. What else are you afraid of losing?” I asked. “Of course, nothing! He’s my everything.” She chuckled. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. It still hurt. “I should go into acting. My skills are damn awesome!” She giggled and walked away. I sighed and walked to my closet. Just beside my closet was a trash can. I saw my clothes wet and dripping in it. My chest tightened immediately. These are the only expensive clothes I have. I washed and arranged them thoroughly before coming back to see them wet inside the trash can. I knew for sure that they did it. Picking out the clothes, I walked out of the room furiously. “Seriously! Why would you guys do such an inhumane act to my clothes?” I yelled, descending the stairs. I was trying so hard to hold back the weepings. “What’s wrong with you, Diamond? What are you yelling at again? Those clothes were bought with my father’s money. I chose whether you have them or not,” Fiona said. I could hear Mom chuckling. Oh, now I get it. I smiled and nodded my head as I vaguely understood. “Okay,” I said, and they were taken aback by my sudden outburst, which was way out of line. Yeah! I wasn’t going to show weakness in front of them anymore. “You should leave!” The mother suddenly chimed in. I nodded again, like the moron I am. “You’re taking longer than expected. I can’t stand seeing your face. It makes me remember your shameless mother. I cursed myself for not being able to kill her with my bare hands. It was such a pity that she had to die of that sickness. I wish to kill her, and staring at you right now, I wish for nothing but to rip out your head. Get out, diamond!” My presumed father shrieked. I beamed and shook my head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable, Dad. How can you say such things about my late mother, your wife?” I asked helplessly. I was just gaping and blinkingly at them. “I will take my leave now.” Without waiting for their response, I walked out of the house, maintaining a smile on my face. Once outside, I bent down and encircled my arm around myself. That’s it! I broke into uncontrollable tears. The cries I seem to have been holding in front of them all this while. I hiccupped and squeezed my dress. Soon, I felt people surrounding me. “I can’t believe she was able to show her face; how despicable.” “A child of a prostitute is also a prostitute.” “She’s shameless, just like her late mother.” “What did you expect? Birds of the same feather stick and flock together.” I frantically looked around and saw people gawking at me with contempt and revulsion. I gobbled it down in chagrin. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I passed on my gaze back to the ground again. I could hear their scornful laughter. My eyelids twitched a bit. The mist in my eyes rolled down. “I detest you, Mom. How dare you do this to me!” I cursed as my tears dropped. “I did nothing wrong to deserve all this. I disdain you! I hate you!” I murmured, hitting my chest. The tears dropped from my cheek and fell. I felt a car stop in front of me. I didn’t bother to look up since I was still in tears. “Poor bestie” I heard a familiar voice and was forced to look up. “P..pinky,” I stuttered, staring at my long-lost best friend who just came out of the car. “W…w”—my brain couldn’t figure out what to say. “Let’s leave. These places look like misery,” she muttered. I was slowly feeling dizzy, and my vision was blurry. I only managed to nod. ………….. “Diamond, are you okay? Geez, you look like the living dead,” she said. I didn’t reply but instead encircled my arm around her waist, hugging her. She didn’t try to push me away but instead embraced me back and stroked my hair. “I will go make you a hot chocolate. You need one,” she offered, and I nodded just like a baby. We disengaged from the hug, and she walked into the kitchen, I reckoned. I sighed and gaped at the room I was in. It was small but well-arranged. I presumed it was just her little apartment. Pink returned a few minutes later and handed the cup of chocolate to me. “What happened to you, bestie?” She asked worriedly after I took the cup from her. I didn’t respond immediately, and Pink understood as she gave me more time to get myself “Max…he” I just couldn’t say it. The words were too stiff to let out “What are you saying? Please tell me everything, bestie. I need details of everything that happened,” she urged. “Max played me. My parents are not my parents, and they were the ones that planted Max in my life,” I finally blurted out. “They all deceived and used me,” I muttered and hiccupped. My voice was cracking. Pinky stared at me weirdly. She slowly took the cup of chocolate from me. “You should get some sleep, bestie; just go to bed, and we will discuss this later in the evening. You’re not even in your right state of mind, and I can’t pick out a word from what you’re saying,” she muttered. She helped me lie on the bed and made to leave the room, but I held her arm. I was scared. Was she going to leave me like everyone else? “Don’t go anywhere pink. Don’t leave me too,” I muttered as tears rushed down my cheeks. I heard her sigh before patting my hair. “I’m right here, by your side.” – – – – – – My eyes fluttered open as I welcomed the familiar scene, the smell, and the warmth of it. The door opened, and Pinky sauntered in. I grabbed my head, trying to recall how I got here. I went to get my clothes and then was humiliated all over again. I was taunted by the public, and I met Pink. Yeah! That’s how I met her. “You’re awake. You should wash up and come have dinner,” she said, and I nodded. Pink kept stealing glances at me as we ate dinner. She sighed and finally asked. “Are you alright?” “Huh- -” I looked up, and my eyes met hers. “Sure. I’m fine!” I swallowed hard and looked away. In an attempt to make no eye contact with her. “Are you going to act like things are alright?” She asked raising her brows. I didn’t reply or look up as I chewed gently on my food. “Seriously?” She chuckled, and I flashed her a fake smile. I bit my lower lip, and slowly, I told her everything. She was only surprised that the Xanders are not my real parents, but she was not surprised that Max ditched me. “That bastard!” She balled her fist. My pupil dilated. “You knew.?” I asked, astonished. “Diamond…” “Don’t fucking lie to me, pink,” I yelled. I knew her too well. I was already familiar with the expression she makes when trying to cover up. She was my only friend in high school. Pink was a weakling back in school. The Guys bullied her a lot. I hate bullies, so I salvaged her a lot of times, and surprisingly, we ended up being best friends. We graduated together and went to the same college. We lost contact just when I met Max two years ago. I had only introduced Max to her once. “It was obvious. I could tell just by meeting him once. You won’t believe that bastard secretly asked me out when you both were still dating,” she said, and I gasped. My mouth opened widely. “Pink!” I yelled, and she shrugged. “You wouldn’t have believed me if I had told you. You were blindly in love with him. You were crazy and all over him too!” She said that, and I bit my lower lip. She was right. Max acted mischievously towards Fiona, and I could have figured it out right away if I wasn’t crazy about him. I sniffed again. “I should have known. I was blindly into him. It was obvious Max never loved me, but I felt reluctant. My parents were suddenly interested in me when they found out I was getting married. I should have been suspicious, but stupid me thought they were doing the best for me.” I said, and my mind flashes back to a month ago when I was making preparations for my wedding.

Backtrack to a month ago. We were all having breakfast together except Fiona, who just left her meal halfway a moment ago. I will be meeting up with Max in the next hour. I guessed he had planned another surprise date already. “How are your wedding plans coming along?” Dad asked after taking a sip from his red wine. I came to a halt, putting down the knife and fork I was using to cut my steak to give my dad my full attention. “Everything is fine. Max suggested we send out more invitation cards next week, but I declined. We have invited more people already. I don’t want something grand, just small and simple,” I replied, moving my gaze back to my food. “Huh?” Mom looked at me, surprised at what I just said. “Does the Xander family look like a joke to you? You’re our eldest daughter and the only heir to the Xander empire. Your wedding ought to be in grand style,” she said, before turning to face her father, who was sitting next to her. “Right, darling?”She asked. “Huh,” Dad looked at her; his mind was somewhere else at the next minute. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said. “I’ll invite all the wealthy and influential people. Close and faraway businessmen. The media will be everywhere to capture the great event. I’ve already arranged a venue. You should check it out when you’re less busy,” Dad said, and I gasped. “Dad!” I whined. They seem to be doing everything for my wedding. My parents never found me interesting, or rather, interested in what I do. But, ever since my wedding news broke out, they seem to be paying more attention to me. I bit my lip. “Oh, I see.” That was all I could mutter. “Everything is ready for your big day. If you need any help with anything we fail to acknowledge, let us know, alright,” he said. I forced a smile. “Yes, Dad,” I said uncomfortably. I was having trouble getting used to their sudden interest in me. I dropped my spoon since I was no longer cozy. I wiped my mouth with the napkin. “I’ve got to go,” I said, staring at my wristwatch. “But you haven’t finished your meal!” Mum said with concern written all over her face. “I’m full, and I don’t want to keep my fiancé waiting,” I said, and I rushed out without waiting for their response. I opened the door but came to a halt when I saw Fiona and Max outside. I was surprised since Max told me to meet him somewhere. I noticed Max wiping his lip while Fiona was trying to fix her dress quickly. “You didn’t tell me more about your fiancé. I mean more.” She winked and licked her lower lip. It was red and plump —like someone who just had an aggressive kiss. I turned my gaze to Max. “I decided to pick you. I was tired of waiting.” I frowned as he stuttered nervously. Fiona smiled mischievously at us but said nothing. “Let’s go,” I said rather, and he simply nodded before kissing my forehead. “I can’t believe you’re getting married, Diamond,” she said excitedly. “Right, who would have thought that someone would marry you over me? Your fiancé is one of a kind,” she remarked, winking. I clenched my fist as I gave her a quick look. I was already used to Fiona’s hurtful comments since she never for once concealed her hostility towards me. Still, I couldn’t help but feel awkward, especially since I was with Max. I hate the fact that she will not hesitate to make fun of me, be it in private or public. I felt mortified. “Sisters or not, Diamond is someone I admire for who she is, so sister-in-law, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I’d appreciate it if you would stop taunting my fiancée,” Max said, causing me to look at him with surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to respond to Fiona’s parody of me. He’s usually a calm and collected person. What he did took me by surprise, and it made me happy. “Let’s go, darling,” he said, taking my hand in his. I gave Fiona a middle finger as I walked out with Max. “I shouldn’t have spoken to your sister that way. I’m sorry,” he said once we were outside. “It’s fine.” I caressed the back of his hand. Fiona deserved it. I was grateful that he defended me. “I love you,” he whispered. My cheek flushed, and I stared deep into his eyes. One of the reasons I love this man. “I love you too,” I replied sweetly. I was surprised as he grabbed my waist and leaned me against his car. “What are you doing? Someone might see us. “Who cares? We’re getting married soon,” he said softly before touching and lifting my chin. I simply shook my head before closing my eyes and allowing him to devour my lip. His tongue brushed across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, and I granted it with ease. I felt him smile as my mouth opened wider under his. “Mmm,” I moaned louder for Fiona to hear. His breath was hot, and I felt a smile crawl onto my face as we kissed, both hands tangled in each other’s hair and bodies. I gently pushed him away from the kiss. He bit my lips, causing my cheek to turn bright red. “Come on, stop seducing me,” I said, and he smiled mischievously before kissing me again. – – – – Back to the present, I shut my eyes, recalling everything. “Ugh! I can’t believe I’m such a fool. I didn’t see their plans.” I lamented. “You’re not doing it again, right?” Pink asked, and I sighed. “I don’t enjoy seeing you like this—that you look like a fool crying over a man. Does it make you feel good?” she sneered. I sighed, and she ran her finger through my hair. I sniffed. I’m not going to shed any more tears. I’m going to get my revenge on them for all the embarrassment and humiliation. I’m going to make them pay. All I need is to become powerful and I’ll be unstoppable. The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache and a broken heart as I felt empty. Yeah! right. Everything will always be the same. My family took vengeful revenge on me just because my mother was a prostitute. They used Max as a tool to get to me. I was betrayed and insulted publicly. A strong feeling of animosity for Fiona and the Xander family surged in my heart. I was determined to assert revenge for my embarrassment. My phone! Yeah, my phone. It was with me at my supposed wedding. I remembered taking it when leaving the church. It has been with me all this time. I touched my body and felt nothing. That’s when I remembered I was in another dress. Pinky’s own to be precise. I frantically looked around and saw it on the stool beside the bed. I sigh in relief. I might have kept it there without knowing. I picked it up and opened it, but I was shattered upon seeing all the love letters I have sent to Max and my dark secrets online. A video of us kissing and making out was all over the internet. Max’s face was covered in the video, leaving just mine. I shut my eyes in pain. How dare he do this to me? I love him. I do love him, but why did he have to treat me like this? Did I do something wrong to him? Have I sinned for him to punish me like this too? “What have I ever done to you too?” I shouted resentfully and finally burst into tears. My eyes began to tear up as I read the hateful criticism. “Are you crying?” My subconscious mind said that, and I sobbed hard. “Did you expect me to laugh after that?” I sarcastically asked. “There’s no place for me. How can I possibly walk in public? They finally ruined me. They’re all jerks. Right, all humans are jerks. I can’t leave it on anymore,” I muttered, and without thinking, I found my way to the kitchen. Dropping my phone, I grabbed the knife at the counter. I shut my eyes as I held the knife up high. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, pinky. I’m stupid and selfish. I’m ashamed to live The world will taunt me. I will be devastated. This is the best option for me,” I muttered. I closed my eyes with deep regret as I lowered the knife.

I was about to stab myself with the knife when a message popped on my phone. I stared at the message to see it was sent by an anonymous, with only four words content: “You are a diamond.” The knife subconsciously fell from my hand. “I’m diamond…” I muttered as well and fell to the ground. But who was the sender? My stomach rumbled, and I groaned. “I can’t possibly think when my stomach is still growling,” I thought. The kitchen door opened, and Pinky entered. “Oh, bestie!” She muttered. “I went out to get some foodstuffs as you were fast asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said. “I should prepare breakfast; you must be hungry.” She added. I lazily stood up, and that was when she noticed the knife on the floor. “Careless me. I might have left it when I hurried out,” she uttered as she picked it up. I said nothing. I grabbed my phone and left. – – – – – A month later – – – – – I was home all alone. Pinky left earlier, saying she has a meeting with her dad. Pinky is a billionaire CEO’s daughter, but she chose not to depend on her parent’ wealth and just build her world. She had dropped off her card for me to buy lunch since she didn’t cook. I couldn’t believe I still had a friend to rely on. She left without a trace two years ago. I thought I had lost a friend, but she surfaced and helped me just when I needed it most. Ever since I rescued her in school, I guessed she took it upon herself to look after me. I bit my lip as I unclad myself and found my way to the bathroom. I returned with a towel around my body. I went to Pinky’s small closet and started rummaging through it for clothes to wear. I chose a grey gown and put it on. It reached my mid-thighs. I took one of her low, flat black shoes and put it on. I combed my long brunette hair and looked in the mirror. My eyes weren’t red anymore, but they still looked like I was going through hell. I sighed, put some powder on my face, and put a little pigment of the lip into my lips. I stared at the mirror, and I look a bit okay now. I sighed again and grabbed a bag before leaving. My feet stumbled on the floor as I kept walking. My gaze never left the floor. I was nervous and oblivious to where I was going as well. I didn’t notice the old Jeep that was already close to me. “Argh!!!” I screamed out the next minute. The Jeep came to a halt just when it was about to hit me. The driver alighted from the car and was surprised to see it was me. Wait a minute. Did he know me? – – – – – The wind kept blowing. And our hair cascaded along with it, and it felt surreal how calm the situation was now. He was gaping at my bottled green eyes. I gazed back at his hazelnut-brown eyes. The man right in front of me was a demi-god. He looks like some sort of good-looking devil. like those I read in books. Over his head was his black hair gelled straight to the left side with some strands sticking out of it in perfect ringlets. The strands fell dos into an exceptionally rounded profile that’s smooth and beautifully carved. A socket, housing enticing muddy-color orbs that have such cute lashes flapping over them. His nose was another piece of perfection, inches away from his heart-shaped pink lips. Lining on both sides of his profile was a thin beard that ran down the surface of his chin, colliding at his jaw area. The scruffy pieces of hair moved up from his jaw, around his mouth, and beneath his nose as a thinly lined mustache that suits his manly look. This all accounts for his flawless, handsome, and breathtaking face. My eyes crawled over to his broad shoulders and chest, which clashed with a white ruffled shirt that wasn’t fully buttoned and left his upper trunk slightly visible. From where I sat, she could catch sight of how fit he is, from his thick arms to his large torso muscles against the shirt he wore. Gosh! This man here is every lady’s dream. He looks like a Greek god, literally. I could tell that not only his face was godly, but his body was more than that. I immediately looked away, but like a compelled being, my eyes came back, returning to look at him. His eyes never left mine either, and it seems we were engaging in a staring competition. There was silence between us. We could be seen in one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. He took me here as his ‘treat’ for almost hitting me with his Jeep. Gazing at him, I can tell how wealthy he looks. His aura smelled of power and money. He’s already ordered food, but none of us seems to be interested in the food. My stomach rumbled for the umpteenth time. I groaned and slowly took the glass of red wine and sipped from it. The wind blew again and, “Let’s get married,” he said, and I choked on the drink. I coughed, clutching onto my chest. I stared at this man. He’s too good-looking to be a psycho. “Let’s get married. I’ve searched everywhere for you, diamond.” He repeated, and my eyebrows knitted. How the hell did this stranger know my name? Who is he? “Hmm,” I thought. His face was still expressionless. He knows I look troubled. I had millions of questions buzzing inside my head. “You don’t belong to high society; you’re ordinary. You’re not royalty; they say” he muttered, and I was forced to look at him. I coerced a smile. I’m not going to argue, nor am I going to fight. He’s right. I’m just ordinary. The daughter of a prostitute “But there’s one thing they all seem to forget: A diamond is just like an ordinary stone; it just needs a polisher to gloss it and tell its worth.” He said this, leaning his back slightly on his seat. My eyes were delighted. No one has said these words to me. I felt the urge for him to hug me and console me. Who was he? How come he knows me too well? “Life couldn’t have treated you any better. Just by giving you the name Diamond, I knew for sure you weren’t going to end soon. You’re a diamond. You just need the lucky one to shine you into effulgence. That lucky one is right beside you,” he said, and my eyes twitched. ‘Do I need a burnish? Am I going to get one to get back at those who have stabbed me in the back?’ I thought looking confused. “let’s make a deal and I will grant you all the power you need for your revenge.” His words were calm, but they sent shivers down my spine. “But what makes you think I’ll agree to this?” I asked, my voice a bit lower than expected. Was this Greek god affecting me? “You look smarter than I expected,” he said, finally taking his glass of red wine. He gulped it all in one go before facing me again. “I don’t have a habit of making deals that will only benefit myself, you know,” he smirked. “We both know you need my help. You’re just the exact woman I need. We are strong, fearless, and we both desire one thing: revenge,” he said, ememphasizinghe the word ‘revenge’. I was lost in thought. Is this right? Did I need to make a deal with this man just to get my revenge? “What did you think?” His hoarse voice asked, and I jolted from my trance. I was a little nervous as I stared at him again, but it faded as I concluded my response. “Alright then, what’s the deal?” I asked.

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The woman’s eyes sparkled as she gushed at what the man was about to do. She trembled, her right hand flying to her chest. Her high school dreams…they were coming true. But her dreams were about to shatter as a baritone voice cut through the dimly lit hall. Words that seem to stall the two love birds. “There you are, Mrs. Walton!” “ Mrs. Walton?” The beautiful yet confused woman asked, wearing a deep frown. Did he miss his way? She took a closer look at the man who exuded nothing but wealth. And beauty. A high cheekbone with chiseled jawline which would make even the finest Greek god ashamed of their beauty. He was tall, and broad-shouldered in a three piece suit standing just a few feet away. His hazel eyes were watching the woman like he had every right to be there. As if, the woman was committing treason…or whatever. The woman turned around to see if he was addressing someone else in the hall. Yet there was none who seemed to be familiar with him. She turned to look at him again and couldn’t help but notice he had a smirk playing around his lips. A dangerous smirk yet it went straight to the woman’s heart, making her giddy. The strange man called the name again and pointed directly at her. “Yes, You, Mrs Walton. You are the one I am talking to.” The woman blinked, unsure of her next words. He didn’t look like he was joking, and he definitely didn’t look like someone who would want to blackmail her. His outfit alone screamed wealth. A man standing next to the woman bit hard on his lips, his patience weaning by the second. With a fierce looking gaze, he shot up from his kneeling position and angrily took a stance between the woman and the meddling man. “What the hell do you mean by that?” He snarled. The air was filled with anger and viciousness, yet the meddling man was unperturbed. As if the angry man was nothing to him and his anger was like the cries of a baby. The meddling man’s smirk grew even larger, staring at the angry man. He was enjoying every bit of it, the woman could tell. She was angry too. He just fucking ruined her engagement. Before the woman could react, the stranger took a single step forward. He didn’t raise a hand, didn’t say a word, instead his pointy hazel eyes locked onto her hand, the one with the Star Diamond ring. He wore a scanning look, searching and waiting. As if genuinely expecting recognition, but all the woman felt was a shady void and seething anger. However, there was this very little but vague familiarity about his face but there were no memories attached to it. Was he mistaking her for someone? Or had she really met him somewhere? Then, slowly, her gaze started to drop downward. To the ring on her finger. The one that had startled her this morning. And unlike before, this time, a flash of memory surfaced. An image of her, sliding the ring onto her own hand. And just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished again. The woman looked back at the stranger quickly. He was so much closer now. His hazel eyes looked more alluring, as if it wanted to suck her in. And as for his voice, it carried a passionate hiss even as his eyes were desperately staring at her. “Tell him, Elara …. Tell him who you belong to.” His gaze burned into the woman’s eyes, and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why her throat went dry at the sound of his words. “What the hell was going on?” she mused, expecting an answer. From anyone. *** EARLIER THAT DAY The rays of light hit softly on the woman lying on the spacious and luxurious bed. The light glow from the morning sun shines on her delicate skin and blonde hair, making her look serene. Beauty was just a mere word to what this woman exudes. Elara Clarksville, the heiress to the Clarksville empire. As Elara drowned in the sweetness of the morning slumber, a banging head and an aching body made her yawn tiredly as her eyes slowly opened, taking in the intricate designs on the wall. “ Tired…” Elara whispered to no one as she yawned even more loudly. This time, she covered her mouth with her hand. Then, Just as she began to lower her hand, she felt the brush of something cold against her cheek. The sensation had come from the same palm she had just covered her mouth with. When Elara checked quickly to observe, a glint from her finger hit her eyes. With a squint, she took a glance and her eyes almost popped out of its socket. “A diamond ring.” It looked stunning, too expensive, and unfamiliar. One look at the ring and Elara could tell even money couldn’t buy it. It was the highly sought after Star Diamond. “Where did this come from?” Elara murmured in confusion. It was obvious she could never afford this. As Elara sought the reason why she had such an expensive ring, her head started banging once again. This time, it looked as though there were fragments of memories flashing in her mind’s eyes. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to replay the events of the previous day. Starting from her business trip, the final moments before Elara returned to her penthouse, anything that could explain not just this ring but how she even returned back to her home and this room. But there was nothing tangible. The memories had not disappeared completely, they were just blurry pictures, too dull to make complete sense. Elara exhaled finally, shaking off the awkward feeling. “It must have been from Josh…” Though, this was an awfully luxurious choice. It was almost impossible for Josh to afford it. It makes no sense, yet it was the only reason that she could grasp. With a sigh, she pushed the thought aside, getting ready to freshen up. Just then, Elara received an incoming call. One glance at the name on the screen and her face broke into a tired smile. “ Josh Love.” The caller was Joshua Hudson, her boyfriend. Without hesitation, Elara sat down again on the bed as she grabbed the phone. “ Josh,” she greeted softly. The deep, affectionate tone on the other end made her chest grow lighter. “Meet me at Le’Cross tonight. Eight sharp. And wear something stunning.” He had finally said. There was a small silence. An expectant brightness appeared in Elara’s eyes. She knew exactly what this was. She had spent years waiting for it, actually. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.” Elara managed to whisper. Elara wanted to ask about the Star Diamond ring, but the call had already ended. Instead, she stared at a blank spot on the wall, her smile brighter than ever. It was finally happening. Josh was going to propose to her. “God, I can’t wait.” As Elara prepared to leave minutes later, she thought of her best friend, Abby. About how she would have been perfect for helping her choose a dress, but she was unavailable. And even if she weren’t, the fact that Abby had never really liked Josh very much would have dulled her enthusiasm. Instead, Elara called her trusted secretary, Samantha, who was already waiting outside her room. The moment Elara mentioned her plans, Samantha squealed with so much excitement that it left her even surprised. “ Sam, you can’t be this excited because of the proposal.” Elara chuckled, amused at how people loved proposals so much. “ Sorry, Miss. Clarksville. I-” “ You don’t have to apologise, Sam. I love it too!” Elara grinned, motioning for them to leave. She can’t wait to say yes to Josh. At 7:50 PM, Elara arrived at the venue in the dress Samantha had picked. She walked with confidence even though she was nervous. The click clack sound of her heels could best describe her heartbeat right now. Then, at a table near the terrace, she saw Joshua in a charcoal suit. He was looking extremely dashing, the perfect description of her Prince charming. Elara exhaled, as the butterflies were exploding now in her stomach. She managed to stop herself from grinning like a lovestruck high school girl. Then their eyes met. This was the long awaited minute. Joshua had since risen from his chair, reaching into his pocket just as Elara moved closer. “ Another ring?” she whispered, beaming with smiles. For a second, Elara caught a look of confusion on Joshua’s face but it disappeared as it came. She watched as he wanted to say something. Instead, he smiled faintly before he brought out a velvet box. Another ring for the official proposal? But just as Joshua was about to initiate his first words, a voice from behind cut him short. A voice calling someone a Mrs. Watson. Elara and Joshua jerked their heads towards the sound. The dim lighting of the hall was unable to hide the extremely handsome face. A man she had never seen before. And who the hell was Mrs. Walton?

As Elara was stuck by the man’s words, she stared deeply at those eyes once more. They didn’t seem to lie. But if the meddling man wasn’t lying, then what actually happened? No one could answer her. Only the urge to go to him seemed stronger. Elara took a deep breath as she scolded herself. Why would she think of being with a stranger and betraying Joshua? “ Tell them, Elara. Let them know who you belong to…” the meddling man said again, this time he took out a file as a faint smile danced around his kissable lips. Elara couldn’t stop herself. Barely audible, she let out a question-like answer. “ You belong to-me?” Her heart wanted to know what the hell was happening. She tried to process the weird declaration from the stranger and even her weirder question. Elara swallowed hard as she tried to make sense of it. So her sudden forgetfulness wasn’t a result of stress? Has something really happened to her? Like something really serious? Even though the earlier murmurs from the other people in the hotel lounge who were watching them from the corners had started to go down, Elara could not say the same thing about their stares. Stares and poking gazes that seemed to bore holes into her skin. The embarrassment was killing her. Then, in a sudden forceful movement, Joshua lunged forward and grabbed Elara’s wrist, yanking her toward himself as if to protect her from the meddling man. As if to make a statement that he, not the stranger, truly owned her. Elara felt touched by Joshua’s reaction yet something was nagging at her. Could it be the man’s piercing accusatory gaze or the fact that the man was too quiet? She wanted to stop all of these but before she could even react, the stranger took a single step forward yet again and when he spoke, it was with a calm tone and an easy gesture. His expression was a hidden facade of a brewing storm. “ Careful, Hudson, that’s my wife you’re touching.” Elara’s face squeezed. The atmosphere became even tense with the man staring intently at Joshua, a faint smile etched on his face. ” Hudson?” Elara squinted, staring at the stranger, at the certainty in his expression. So he also knew Joshua? Could that also mean he wasn’t just making empty claims? Now overwhelmed, Elara ripped her hand from Joshua’s own and took a step back, away from both of them. She was about to go crazy! The smirk of the stranger deepened. And then, with a pointed motion, he signaled at something on Elara’s left-hand side. Joshua’s eyes followed the trace of his finger. Elara bit hard on her lips, her hands clenched tightly too. She somehow knew what he was pointing at even before checking. It must be it. Nevertheless, Elara still checked, and there it was, just like she feared. Her voice was shaky and inaudible. “That damned ring.” The same ring she had been questioning, not just since she woke up but literally a few minutes ago. “ It fits you perfectly, Mrs. Watson. Just like when you first put it on,” He murmured. His hazel eyes caught the confused look on Elara’s face. With a shrug, he added. “ Or are you saying you don’t also remember slipping it on?” Joshua’s eyes instantly met Elara’s as if he, too, was genuinely interested in her answer. But she couldn’t speak. She doesn’t know or remember anything. Elara took another small step back, shaking her head faintly as she started to feel an ache in her head. It was so excruciating that she let out a loud grunt. Then a second flash appeared, right when the aches stopped. The same one that showed her sliding the Star diamond ring onto her finger. Then just like before, it disappeared again. Elara gasped while Joshua’s eyes narrowed at this point. She could not exactly tell what he was thinking, but he was looking quite doubtful. The stranger sighed, almost as if he was tired of the charade, except that there was no charade here. They were drowning in this mystery together. Without another word, the meddling man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. And when he lifted it, he turned its screen toward Elara. It was showing a document. That instant, it was as if she was struck by lightning and showers of meteor. Elara didn’t move at first, her eyes popping out as if the pair wasn’t enough to see whatever document the meddling man was holding. She was damn too frozen and too stupefied to reach for it either. Nevertheless, the meddling man stepped closer, closing the space between himself and her. With a face that seemed to defeat even the noblest of all prince charming, he urged her to take it. If it wasn’t such an awkward situation, Elara just might have given in to those luscious lips. Even if it were her engagement. She quickly shook those dirty thoughts from her as she collected the documents. Alas, some situations can even be swayed by a man’s beauty. Still battling between her supposed lust and the situation at hand, Elara heard Joshua’s heavy breath. Someone other than her was getting anxious. Joshua, who was now close enough, leaned in as well to see. His curiosity was like a piercing tip of a dagger at Elara’s chest. And her swaying heart shrink in embarrassment. How could she daydream of a stranger in the presence of her fiance? Then, reluctantly, she reached out and collected it. The thumping sound of Elara’s breath was the only sound she could hear, not until her eyes caught it. It was right at the beginning page of the document. “Elara Clarksville ” Written in block letters. Attached to it, was the surname he had addressed her with earlier. “Watson” The same surname attached to the name which she believed was his first name. “Leo Watson” So his name was Leo? But Elara still did not remember meeting anyone with this name. It was just a vaguely familiar name like the name of one of her many business associates. Then it clicked. Wasn’t the Watson family among her top business partners? However, Elara pushed that thought aside. His name wasn’t her problem right now because the damn document was none other than a fucking marriage certificate! Her supposed marriage certificate with this Leo guy. Elara’s heart jumped as she began to stagger back. When did all this happen? The stranger’s voice, full of a quiet finality, broke through her thoughts once more. With a tsk and a rather mocking sigh, Leo asked while casting a side glance at Joshua. “We were married three days ago, sweetheart. Or do you not remember?” “What?” Joshua snapped out in anger and disbelief. His already feigned concern faltering like the air he was eagerly breathing in. But Elara was too stunned now to care about Joshua’s outburst. Three days? She gasped at the absurdity yet when she opened her mouth to refute it, no words came out. The stranger was reaching out for something else in his pocket. And when he pulled it out this time it was an envelope. He moved quietly, walking to a nearby table and setting it down with deliberate care. Elara turned back to the man, allowing her head to spin with a hundred different possibilities. What if this was a setup? What if someone wanted to sabotage her, to ruin her engagement, her career? This was not particularly unlikely. With this thought, she turned back to the fellow with cold eyes and a tone that was even colder. Elara snarled. “ I don’t care who the hell you are, but I swear to God, I will have you arrested when I get to the bottom of this!” Leo didn’t even flinch. If anything, Elara’s limp threat appeared to amuse him further. Then without bothering to give a response to her threat, he straightened his suit. With a faint smile, he blurted out coldly. “You have three days, darling. That should be enough to say your goodbyes.” And just like that, Leo turned and walked out. Elara’s gaze was enough to shake the walls of the hall yet the straight back of Leo was more like the Great walls of China. Elara breath out for a few seconds before she turned to Joshua, desperate for something that made sense. But he looked even more shaken than she was. More anxious, more lost. Joshua ran a hand through his hair roughly. Elara wanted to say something but before she could say another word, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen then froze. His expression transformed to a blank mask. Then, without a word, he turned and stormed out. Elara wanted to stop him. To follow him, but her legs wouldn’t move, her voice wouldn’t come. She was left standing there, lost. The whispers around the room were growing louder. Her world was falling apart, because of a stranger and a forgotten memory. In her shattered state, her phone beeped with a message. And her face became even more pale.

“ Mrs. Watson, don’t even think about escaping from me.” That was the message on Elara’s phone. It was a strange number, which obviously belonged to her newly acquired husband. “ Fuck you all!” Elara cursed, yelling loudly as she made her way out of the hall. Not even the calling of her name from her close friends could stop her from going berserk. She was on the verge of breaking down. As soon as she got into her car, she intended to get wasted in a bar but a message from her best friend made her change her mind. She made a U-turn to her penthouse, instead. By the time Elara got back to her penthouse that night, she was exhausted all around. The day had been a complete and utter nightmare for her. Feeling grumpy, she took a few confused steps into her living room. She needed a cold bath and a hot tequila to bring her back to sanity. Elara flung her bag on the sofa and made her way inside the house, only to see a dark slender figure lurking inside. “ Fuc-” Elara swallowed the remaining words when she took a closer look. It was Vanessa Montgomery, her best friend. And judging from the wide grin on her face, it was obvious that she had no idea of the eerie roller coaster Elara had just been through. “ You know I can fucking kill you, right?” Elara asked, gripping her chest tightly. If not for the strange happenings tonight, Elara wouldn’t even flinched at the sight of a vampire. However, today’s event have left her muddled headed. “ Not before I listen to your juicy tale of proposal with that boyfriend of yours,” Vanessa responded, rolling her eyes. Elara slumped on the sofa, thinking of how to tell her best friend that she was already married to a stranger which she had no recollection about. “So… you’re getting married to Joshua, huh?” Vanessa went further to ask, her tone filled with disappointment. Vanessa had always hated Joshua and Elara had no idea why. Elara let out a short, sharp bitter laughter. “ Oh, Vanessa. If only you were half right!” Vanessa, who was ready for another round of lecture, frowned slightly. She took another look at Elara and realized her friend was looking way out of the box. Standing up abruptly with a dagger like gaze and anger that would literally destroy a nation, Vanessa let out the stem. “ Did that son of a bitch cheat on you? I swear I am going to maim him right now!” Elara who was feeling depressed suddenly sprang to her feet to hold back her dearest goddess of war. “ Vanessa, please calm down let me expl-” “ Elara, are you defending that cheater?” Elara was having strings of headaches rushing in at once. If anyone had cheated, that would be her! ” I am the one that cheated!” Elara let out, not believing those words came out from her mouth. Vanessa who was all swords and guns was taken aback by her friend’s words. She blinked rapidly as if she was in a dream. ” You-You cheated on Joshua?” Vanessa managed to ask, squinting her brows. The Elara she knew loves Joshua and would never cheat on him. What the hell was happening? ” I think I cheated big time,” Elara breathed out, bringing her bag closer. Vanessa wore a confused look and was about to ask what Elara meant, but the latter didn’t let her. Instead, Elara pulled the envelope from her bag and threw it at Vanessa. She caught it with both palms, blinking in half confusion and half alarm. “What’s this?” Elara sank onto the nearest chair, reclining without support. “Read it, And tell me if I am gradually losing my mind.” Vanessa hesitated with her inquisitive eyes on her for a second, then finally she carefully pulled out the papers. The moment her eyes landed on the words, those pairs of eyes were on the verge of spilling. Luckily, the socket held them in place. Elara didn’t need to see it again to know what she was looking at. It was the same thing that destroyed her engagement. Elara Clarksville & Leo Watson. They registered their marriage three days ago, and below it, was her signature, sitting prettily. Her own goddamn signature, displayed as accurately as it could be. Vanessa looked up at Elara, her face pale, her voice a whisper. “Elara… what the hell did you do in Las Vegas?” If Elara had the slightest answer to thst question, she wouldn’t be on the verge of breaking down. Chuckling to herself dryly, Elara gripped the edge of the table like someone on the verge of lunacy. Her world spinning way too fast. “I have no idea.” Vanessa stared at the certificate, trying to make sense of something that simply didn’t make sense. Elara leaned back tiredly. She didn’t need to hear every word as she had already seen what mattered. But then Vanessa did something Elara did not expect. She looked up sharply. And then, instead of simply confirming what Elara already knew, she started reading aloud while Elara squinted at her words. Something wasn’t right. Elara must have missed. The smug look vanished from her face. This wasn’t just a marriage certificate; It was a contract. Silence fell as the last words of the stranger sounded again. “You have three days!” In one swift motion, Elara shot up from her seat, finding energy where she had none before. And soon, she closed the distance between Vanessa and herself in three quick strides. “Give me that.” Vanessa barely reacted before Elara snatched the paper to see things for herself. “The agreed terms are binding, and neither party may annul the agreement before the stipulated time frame unless under extreme circumstances, as outlined in Section 5, Clause 3…” Elara went numb. “This isn’t real.” She pulled away from the document, staring into the vacant space. If she had indeed signed this, she would have seen this clause. She would have read it for herself. But she didn’t. Elara remembered nothing about doing so. And yet the sight of her own signature was challenging her now. It was there, perfectly aligned. Elara shook her head. This was impossible. She couldn’t stay still and watch herself getting played about like a sitting duck. Her hand reached for her phone, as she turned on the internet. If this Leo Watson was real enough to actually marry her and do all these, then he was real enough to be found. It was time to remind him that no one was really a ghost in this new age. Without further ado, Elara typed his name into the search box, her fingers moving faster than her mind could keep up. It was about seven straight minutes of typing, scrolling, and zooming, but she found nothing in the end. Absolutely nothing! No social media handles? No business records? Zero news commentaries? Not even a whisper of his name. He was literally a ghost even on the internet. Elara’s went numb. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Vanessa had since hurried over to Elara’s side, her presence barely noticeable until she murmured. “How does a man who can pull something like this off have no online presence?” Elara stared blankly as she couldn’t think of anything. She was confused at everything. She didn’t know what was worse now, the fact that she was trapped in a legally binding contract with a stranger or the fact that the stranger didn’t even exist. “ As if the marriage wasn’t strange enough. I had to add ghost-wife to it,” Elara murmure, forcing out a dry laughter. She was definitely going crazy. “ Who the fuck are you, Leo!” She almost screamed her lungs out. With barely concealed anger, Elara brought out her phone. She started scrolling until her eyes caught the contact. Henry Lancaster, her personal Lawyer. The phone barely finished ringing before he answered. “ Elara…” She blurted out, cutting him off. “I need you to help me draft some divorce papers…urgently.” There was a long pause, followed by laughter. “ Do you mean a prenup agreement? I heard you got engaged…” “ I am not joking, Henry. And it’s not a prenup, either,” Elara cuts in, biting back her anxiety. After a golden silence, Henry finally asked. “A divorce agreement?” “ Yeah. For me, Henry…” The silence that followed was thick with question, unanswered. Then Henry repeated, sounding aghast. “ Divorce agreement for you? Elara, you are freaking me out. You are not even married.” Elara smiled bitterly. “Well that makes two of us,” There was another silence, this one was heavier. When Henry spoke again, his voice had lost all it’s energy. “ Fine. Send me the details…” She was still on the phone when Vanessa’s scream made her look up. “ You’ve got to see this, girl. What the hell did you actually get yourself into in Las Vegas?” Vanessa asked, trembling as she showed Elara her phone. It was a news article. The moment she read the headline, Elara’s blood freezed. “Watson Group Announces New President. Leo Watson, the Ares of the Business World, Takes Control of the Family Empire.” The man she was trying to divorce was actually the brutal heir to the most powerful business empire in the United States. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Elara brow creased in a deep furrow as she sat poised behind the large mahogany office desk. Last night’s encounter still lingered in her memory and her mind was still consumed by the weight of her worries. She bit hard on her rosy hue lips. “ How possible was it to forget such an event? The day of my marriage.” Elara truly wanted to believe it all, yet this stranger, Leo Watson- how possible was it for her to marry her? How could she betray Joshua? Her slender fingers intertwined as she leaned forward, elbows resting on the polished wood. Her elegant, tailored suit of a muted blend of charcoal and navy complement her refined features. Yet, her creased brows couldn’t be erased. Elara was still lost in her thoughts when the door suddenly burst open to reveal her secretary, Samantha. Elara jolted with eyes wide.“What is it?” “There’s someone here for you, ma’am.” Samantha gestured nervously. With knitted brows, Elara stared past Samantha. She wasn’t expecting any of her clients this morning. Who could it be? “ He says it’s urgent.” Still lost in her thoughts, Elara heard Samantha’s words. Like a flash, her mind flew to that person. She held her breath. Was it the stranger again? Leo? Taking a deep breath, she gathered her wandering emotions before giving Samantha a signal. “ You can let him in.” In a matter of seconds, a tall man entered, with head slightly bowed. As he lifted it up, disappointment or relief rather, settled on Elara’s face. It wasn’t the Leo guy, though something about this other one’s polished attitude appeared similar. He placed a hand on his chest to say, “I’m Ishmael Ross, Mr. Watson’s personal assistant.” The mention of that name Watson made Elara tense. Samantha shifted awkwardly behind her while the Ishmael fellow started to extend a black phone toward her. “Mr. Watson would like a word with you.” Elara eyed it suspiciously. “I don’t take orders from anyone.” The man’s expression didn’t change. His arm remained outstretched. He must have learnt that calm certainty from his boss. That skill of preying on the desperation of their victims. Frustrated, Elara snatched the phone. Taking a deep breath as she pressed it to her ear. “What the hell do you want?” There was a pause at the other end. Then, Leo’s voice, smooth and commanding as always, declared calmly. “Be my wife tonight.” Elara grimaced, pulling the phone away like it had insulted her. “You’re out of your mind. I would rather die!” She gripped the phone so hard in her hands. “Do you hear me, Leo Watson? I am not your wife. I don’t want to be your wife. Hell, I don’t even want to be in the same airspace as you.” “Now, that’s just hurtful,” he mused. “We’ve barely even begun.” “We?” Elara’s voice shot up. “There is no ‘we,’ you lunatic! Whatever contract you have means nothing to me. I don’t know what kind of con you’re trying to pull, but I am not playing along. If I ever did sign anything, it was under duress, or maybe you even drugged me!” Leo chuckled again, that deep and infuriating sound. “Now, now, let’s not get dramatic. You signed willingly.” “I would rather believe aliens invaded my brain and forced me to do it.” “That’s creative,” he admitted. “But no. Just you, me, and your very clear request that I marry you.” “Oh, go to hell!” Elara snapped as she paced around her office. “And take your stupid contract with you. Do you think you can just waltz into my life, throw a piece of paper in my face and expect me to play the doting wife? You’re insane. ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED!” Leo Watson laughed again. He actually laughed like this was some kind of joke. “I was wondering when the insults would start.” “You want insults? Fine. You are an egotistical, manipulative, overgrown toddler with a god complex. A complete and utter—” “Do you kiss your fiancé with that mouth?” he interrupted. Elara gasped. “I am NOT your fiancé!” “ Yeah, you are not,” Leo agreed. Then he added, “You’re my wife.” Elara could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Listen to me, you—” Click. She stared at the phone in disbelief. Did he just hang up on her? She turned to the personal assistant still standing there, the very one who had handed her the phone in the first place. He watched Elara with hands clasped in front of him like this was just another normal day for him. “Here.” Elara shoved the phone back into his hands. “Take this back to your boss and tell him…tell him…” She growled. “You know what? Don’t tell him anything. He’s not worth my breath.” “Whatever you say, Mrs. Watson.” Ishmael gave her a small, polite bow. Elara wanted to scold him but she controlled her temper. Instead she crossed her arms. “What kind of man laughs when a woman curses him out and tells him to drop dead?” The assistant merely adjusted his tie. “Mr. Watson is the kind of man who doesn’t take no for an answer.” Elara narrowed her eyes. “That’s not reassuring.” He nodded, like she had just confirmed something he already knew. “I’d urge you to attend the gala tonight, Mrs. Watson. At the very least, hear him out.” “That is not happening.” The man didn’t argue. He simply turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Elara standing in the middle of her office and looking like a mad woman. She needed air.

“ Clock out, Tasha. Let’s meet for drinks,” Elara typed on her phone. “ Elara, it’s not even afternoon. You should be talking about coffee.” “ In or out?” “ Can’t say no to free drinks even if it’s during work hours. Your parents are going to fire us!” Grabbing her bag, Elara marched out of the office and headed straight to Lovers Lounge, where Tasha was already waiting for her with an expectant grin. Tasha Evermore and Vanessa were the only friends Elara had while growing up. Tasha was partly adopted by Elara’s parents after the incident that happened when she was just six years old. Since then, Tasha has always stayed by Elara at all times. Due to her poor grades, Elara could only make her a receptionist in her company. Elara strode into the plush lounge, scanning the dimly lit space for Tasha’s familiar smile. Spotting her friend nestled in a cozy corner, Elara made her way over, her stilettos clicking on the polished floor. Tasha, dressed in a vibrant red dress, stood to envelop Elara in a warm hug. “Girl, you look like you’ve lost your last marble. What’s going on?” Elara slid into the luxurious armchair, signaling the waiter for a drink. “You won’t believe what happened, even if I told you.” Her voice trembled, and Tasha’s eyes narrowed in concern. “Try me,” Tasha urged, sipping her own drink as she brought out her phone. The waiter arrived with Elara’s drink, and she took a grateful sip, the cool liquid calming her frazzled nerves. Tasha reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Elara’s arm but she withdrew her hands as quickly as she placed them. “Pffft!” Tasha spilled out her drink before staring wide-eyed at Elara. “ What?” Elara asked, frowning and glaring at her. She just ruined her dress! But Tasha’s next words made her pause. “Engaged to a billionaire, huh? And you didn’t even tell me?” Elara groaned, pressing her fingers to her temple. How the hell did Tasha find out? She wasn’t at the engagement last night. “I am not engaged, Tasha.” Tasha nodded, but Elara knew she didn’t believe her. “That’s not what the news says.” Elara snapped her gaze to hers. “The news?” She pulled out her phone, flipped it around and sure enough, there it was. Her name, tied to Leo Watson’s in bold, glaring letters. An engagement announcement. Photos from Vegas. Elara gasped as she caught sight of one: Leo and her standing too close, his hand on the small of her back, her head tipped toward him like they were something real. Elara snatched the phone. “This is a misunderstanding.” Tasha snorted. “Yeah, sure. A misunderstanding that made the front page.” Elara shoved the phone back at her. “I can’t do this today. I’m going home.” Tasha raised an eyebrow. “Why? We barely started-” “ Like you said, it’s too early-” Tasha rolled her eyes. “ Yeah. Like I believe that shit. You are just going home so you can have a breakdown in private.” “Yes.” She sighed. “You’re not even going to come up with a good excuse?” “I am sick.” Tasha gave Elara a once-over. “ Lame. You look perfectly fine to me.” “I have a fever.” “No, you don’t.” Elara huffed. “Fine. I’m dying. Actually, I’m already dead. I’ll be buried tonight. Will you let me be now?” Tasha burst out laughing. “Girl, you are too much.” She waved her off. Elara’s hands were shaking. Her heart was still thundering in her chest from that absurd conversation with Leo Watson. It made no sense. None of this made any sense! Taking a deep breath, she threw Tasha an envelope“ Tasha, I am actually married to him-” “Elara!” Tasha screamed, her eyes almost bulging out as she stared at the documents. “Oh my God, are you seriously married to that man? I thought it was a joke!” Elara groaned, gripping the wheel tighter. “ Tasha, I don’t even remember getting engaged or married to him.” There was silence in the room. Then, “Wait. What?” “I don’t remember agreeing to any of this. I don’t remember signing any damn contract.” “ But the contract and marriage document says otherwise,” Tasha replied. Then she added, “ And it’s legally binding.” “ Yeah…” Elara slurred. Tasha sucked in a sharp breath. “Elara… that’s insane. Do you think someone forged your signature?” “I thought that too, but unfortunately I wasn’t drugged or coerced, and it’s legit.” Tasha let out a low whistle. “Okay, okay. Let’s think this through. You need to go to that gala and tell Leo you’re not marrying him. Simple. He should listen to you, right? After all, he cannot force you to the altar.” Elara laughed humorlessly. “You think he will just say ‘Okay’ and let me go?” “There has to be some legal loophole,” Tasha insisted. “No way you’re stuck with this for three years.” Elara groaned and threw her head back against the seat. “My lawyer already checked and there isn’t any loophole that can save me. Since I signed the contract willingly, I’m bound. And since I signed it two or three days ago, I can’t dissolve the marriage just yet. I have to stay married to him for at least three months before I can even attempt to get out.” “Three months?!” Tasha shrieked. “Elara, this is crazy! What are you going to do about Joshua?” Joshua! Elara’s heart ached at the mention of his name. The man she loved. The man she had spent years building a future with. How was she supposed to explain this to him? How could she throw everything away just like that? “I’ll try to call him,” Elara muttered in response. “That’s if he’ll even listen to me. My engagement is public news now.” Tasha sighed. “Elara, you know I’d burn down the world for you, right?” She laughed. “I know, babe.” “Good. Let me know if you need anything, okay? Even if we need to beat Leo Watson’s ass, I’ll do it with you.” “Thanks, Tasha. I need to go.” Elara quickly got up and left the lounge straight to her car in the underground parking lot. She took a deep breath and started the ignition, driving out of the parking lot and heading straight home. Her mind was a storm of thoughts, all centered on one name: Leo Watson. The man who, apparently, she was married to. The man who acted like her outrage was amusing. The man who for reasons unknown, had her life in a chokehold. Elara decided to call Joshua. She dialed his number. The call went straight to voicemail. In shock, she listened to the automated message. “Leave a message, and I’ll call back later….” Bullshit. Elara tried again, and it went to voicemail yet again. A sick feeling settled in her stomach as the driver pulled into her apartment building’s parking lot. She stepped out of the car alongside Tasha, still trying his number. Joshua wasn’t answering. Was he ignoring her? “ Give him sometime, Elara.” Elara reached the elevator, her finger hovering over the button when a voice called out to me. “Miss Clarksville.” She turned to see the front desk man watching her with a polite expression. “Yes?” “A dispatch rider came earlier. He left a package for you from Mr. Leo Watson.” Elara let out a loud, frustrated groan. “Can I go ten minutes without hearing that name?” The man chuckled and gestured toward the desk. “Would you like to see it?” She dragged her feet toward him as he brought out a large box and placed it in her hands. It was heavier than she expected. Her stomach went tight with anxiety. “What’s inside?” Elara muttered to herself, turning the box slightly. There was no indication, no label, just a plain black box with some fancy insignia and her name on it. She sighed, thanking the man before stepping into the elevator, clutching the box against her. What are you up to, Leo Watson?

The elevator dinged open and Elara walked out, hurrying toward her private apartment. Balancing the box in one arm, she fumbled with the keys and shoved one into the keyhole. She placed the box on the coffee table and stared at it like it was a ticking bomb. Could it be? Her mind replayed the way he had laughed on the phone earlier that day, that deep and amused sound. Like he was cooking up revenge for her refusals. The man was truly insane and…alluring. Cautiously, Elara backed into the kitchen and grabbed the mop from the corner. Returning to the living room, she extended the mop handle and poked the box from a safe distance. Nothing happened. She exhaled, then decided to take a more aggressive approach. She let out a short shriek and began smacking the box repeatedly with the mop. When she finally stopped, she was panting heavily. Her arms were a little sore, and the box was slightly battered but still intact. No explosion, no ominous ticking, no puff of smoke. Maybe it wasn’t a bomb after all. Elara edged closer and pried open the lid an inch, peering inside like she expected something to jump out at her. Instead, she saw an exquisite fabric. Elara frowned and opened the box fully, pulling out a dress. It was a beautiful, sequined green dress with a halter neck. The fabric shimmered under the light of her living room. As she lifted the dress, a small note fluttered to the floor. Elara bent to pick it up and read the words aloud: “This will complement your hair.” She murmured. “I hope you’ll honor the invitation and attend the gala tonight.” “Go to the hair salon I reserved,” it continued. “ My driver will take you. With love, Leo Watson.” Elara blinked, totally speechless. She had no comeback for his cheekiness. “The audacity of this man!” Elara let out a frustrated groan and dropped the note on the coffee table. She was going to lose her mind! Her life had spiraled into a ridiculous mess; a mess where she was being forced to attend a gala she didn’t want to attend, because of a man she didn’t even remember getting married to. Meanwhile the man she actually loved wasn’t even answering her calls. Elara picked up her phone and tried calling Joshua again yet it went straight to voicemail. Her chest ached at the thought of him. Would he even believe her if she got the chance to explain? Or had she already lost him for good? Her heart constricted even further. Shaking her head, Elara shoved the dress back into the box. She had no choice but to go to that stupid gala. She needed answers, and the only person who could give them to her was the man orchestrating this entire nightmare. With a huff, Elara stomped toward the bathroom. If she was going to do this, she might as well take a shower first. Her head needed it. her nerves needed it. Hell, her entire existence needed it. The memory gap she have been battling with since the last time they met, resurfaced even more strongly like a red open wound. ** Elara arrived at the Dunes Event Centre, As Leo had instructed. The time was about 7:00 PM. It was the luxurious sight of power and wealth, enough to shake even someone as accomplished as her. However, she couldn’t care less. None of it mattered. The place was packed, a sea of beautifully dressed people chatting and sipping champagne. At the far end of the room a man stood on stage, delivering a speech. “Tonight, we gather not just as business leaders, but as a community and a family. In times like this, unity and solidarity are what helps us. A future built not on power alone, but on trust and on integrity. Let us remember that we are not competitors; we are allies.” The room erupted into applause, but Elara barely heard it. She snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one go. If she was going to get through this night, she needed alcohol and lots of it too. Elara looked around in desperation, trying to catch any sight of him but he was nowhere to be found. She scanned the opulent room from the grand entrance, then slowly her eyes finally landed on that tall, well-built figure that she could easily and weirdly pick out from any crowd. It was Leo himself. He was standing at the entrance, looking unnervingly posh in a tuxedo. And in that instant, the sight of him hit her with an unexpected force. She gasped, blinking twice as if blown into a trance. This wasn’t about the beauty of the place or the man, rather, it was because the sight of him had triggered that sensation she had experienced when she first saw him at the restaurant. It was the feeling of seeing someone she had met before. But How? When? Where? She shook her head slightly, striving to maintain her composure and focus. His expression stayed neutral, carrying his typical air of herstique. Finally, she approached him. “I’m here. Now start talking.” Leo’s gaze deliberately and slowly accessed what she was wearing, and the action nearly made her betray herself with a blush. But she held his gaze, refusing to switch. Finally, his eyes met hers, then he smirked. “Patience, Mrs. Watson.” After that, he offered her his arm, “Shall we?” She opened her mouth to protest, to demand answers, but something in his eyes held her captive. With the distinguished guests still around them, causing a scene was probably not the best option. Reluctantly, Elara placed her hand on his arm, and he led her further inside. As they moved deeper into the hall she saw something that suddenly made her stop, causing Leo to halt as well…two familiar figures. Elara was engulfed with emotions she had been suppressing since the incident. An urge to cry and the relief of finally seeing someone to vent to. She yanked her hands away from Leo and took brisk steps towards her parents amidst bumping into people, mumbling apologies to them as she walked past them. Yes, her parents were here too! Elara was sure they must have known about everything. When she reached her mother, she collapsed into the chair beside her. She turned to Elara and smiled. “Oh, darling, that dress looks divine on you. It really brings out the color of your hair.” Elara gritted her teeth at her. “ Some egoistic-” “Language, Lena,” Mrs. Clarksville chided, taking a dainty sip of her drink. Elara clenched her fist before turning to her mother again. “You won’t believe what’s been happening to me. That Watson devil lunatic named Leo Watson is claiming I’m married to him. There’s a contract, my lawyer says it’s legit, and I have no idea how it happened! I…” “ Easy, sweet,” her mother chided. Elara took a breath, searching their faces for shock, concern, outrage or anything at all. But they just smiled. And in unison, they said, “We know.” Her mouth fell open. “You… WHAT?”

“We know about the marriage, dear,” Mrs. Clarksville said, avoiding “And we support it.” “You’re joking. FUCKING tell me you’re joking!” “Language, Elara!” her mother cautioned. They knew about it too? As she mused in her confused state, she heard her father’s next words. “It’s a good match, Elara. You’ll see.” She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. What was happening to her life? Elara pulled away from them, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. Was she dreaming or something? These were her very own parents and they also agreed Leo was her husband. They were standing before her like ghosts, in the removed corner of the room, wearing expressions that suggested they had anticipated her shock. “What the hell? Are they also part of this?” She muttered inwardly, glancing between them in disbelief. They stepped closer, and as she made the attempt to question them again, her mother whispered in a hushed tone. “We will explain everything at the right time, dear. For now, just go with the flow.” Elara wanted to press further, but her father added softly, “Please, stay calm sweetheart.” She looked from them to Leo, like someone about to lose her sanity but she found herself at a loss for words. From a nearby corner, a man’s voice rang out, “Tonight, we celebrate the union of two great families: Watson and Clarksville.” Elara’s head flung toward the source of the announcement, her stomach dropping. The only thing she could do was step away from them, her heart beating as she observed again and again. “ This was way bigger than I had imagined.” Leo offered a brief smile to the room, then approached Elara again, taking her hand. The sound of applause erupted, and the guests who barely knew what was going on murmured happy words she couldn’t discern. With Leo so close again, another memory struck her vision like lightning. This one was different, more vivid than the previous. She saw herself, with eyes so red and hands gripping Leo’s jacket. “Marry me,” she had sounded so broken and desperate. Elara opened, closed and opened her eyes again almost staggering backwards. But Leo steadied her, his voice gentle. “You okay?” Looking dazed and still trying to come to terms with what she had just seen, she shook her head. “I… I don’t know.” Elara stammered. “ I will get you a glass of water,” Leo offered, smiling faintly. Elara’s heart raced, just staring at that gorgeous half smiling face. As Leo left, her phone vibrated with a message tone She glanced at the screen only to see that it was Joshua’s text. Without hesitation she hastily opened it. “Elara, I know a way to make him divorce you himself. Come to my place. Please. I can’t live without you.” Elara went quiet for like five seconds, stunned and equally curious Finally, she managed to respond. “I will be there in an hour.” She stared at the back of Leo, eyes wide with confusion. What does Joshua know? Minutes after Joshua’s text, she was still trying to get away from the party. She desperately needed to see Joshua. With pressed lips, Elara’s eyes kept darting in between her phone and the people around her. Joshua’s last words kept echoing in her head. What did he mean? What could he have found out? Elara trusts Joshua. But since last night after the failed proposal, he had ignored her completely. Why was he suddenly eager to divorce Leo? Something was unsettling in the way he had said those words earlier as if this was more than just a plan, more than just an escape route. His tone was off. Since this whole Leo saga, Elara could not exactly say Joshua has been the same. But who really was? Elara was still thinking of this when the sound of approaching footsteps made her ears strain. She turned around and was surprised to see Vanessa. “ He invited you too?” Elara asked, rolling her eyes. “ Yeah. A special invitation as the best friend of the bride…” Elara rolled her eyes at Vanessa’s dramatic words. Why host a bouquet to announce the so-called marriage? For all she knew, it was likely a scam marriage forced on her! “ Joshua texted me. He said he can help with the divorce,” Elara blurted out, facing Vanessa squarely. Although she knew how much her friend hated Joshua, Vanessa had always had her best interest in mind. Vanessa just let out a sigh of disbelief and disagreement as she stood beside Elara. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes stuck on Leo too. Then she nudged Elara playfully. “ It wouldn’t be bad getting laid by such a handsome hunk, right?” Vanessa teased, ignoring Elara’s words. “ Vanessa, you know that’s not…” Vanessa cuts her off quickly. “You’re not seriously considering Joshua’s words, are you?” Elara turned measuredly, meeting her frown and one brow arched in an annoyed battle. She knew Vanessa was definitely up to no good. Not ready to battle words with her friend, Elara just shrugged, “Vanessa, you know I desperately need a way out of this. And if Joshua really knows how, then.. then…” Vanessa cut Elara off with a dismissive shake of her head. “Or maybe he just wants to get in your head girl.” Elara allowed a thoughtful pause, then she tilted her head. But she just couldn’t bring herself to agree. Joshua might be many things, but manipulative wasn’t one of them. At least, not to her. Vanessa had never liked him, and maybe she had her reasons. But Elara couldn’t just dismiss him, not without hearing him out. She sighed, this time a little bit longer. “I need to hear him out at least.” Vanessa’s lips parted, her expression saying I was making a mistake. But she didn’t argue. And that was enough answer for me. With a last gulp of her wine, Elara whispered to her friend. “ Cover for me, please. I will be back before anyone finds out…” Before Vanessa could protest, Elara had left the hall. If there was a slightest chance of getting divorced from this sham marriage, Elara was ready to risk it all.

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VALERIA Pa! The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the living room. My head snapped to the side from the sheer force of it, a burning sting spreading across my cheek. For a moment, my ears rang, drowning out every sound. I blinked—a disoriented look flashing in my eyes—before raising a trembling hand to touch my face. She hit me. At this realization, I turned to face my mother, my voice wavering between disbelief and anger. “You hit me?” “Because I helped Nessa escape this damned marriage? A marriage that shouldn’t have existed in the first place?” For a split second, I saw something flicker in her eyes—regret? Guilt? But just as quickly, her expression hardened. “You shouldn’t have helped your sister escape!” she snapped. “Do you even realize what you’ve done or consider what happens when that man’s subordinates come looking for her?“ “You’ve put this family in danger, and you have the audacity to ask why I hit you?” “We all could no longer be bothered to care about your rebelliousness and thoughtlessness on normal days but not this time, Valeria! You have gone too far!” Her voice continuously rose as she spoke, breaking the composed and dignified facade she always maintained. For a while, I watched in stunned silence, almost finding her unfamiliar, because even in her angriest moments, she had never yelled like this—not at me, not at anyone. But before today, she had also never raised a hand to me, right? I thought to myself in mockery. So instead of remorse, her words ignited something else in me—defiance. I let out a cold laugh, my voice sharp, yet somewhat bitter as I painted at myself, “I put the family in trouble? I did?“ My gaze shifted to my father an s brother who had been watching the drama unfold, saying nothing. ”So you all plan to put this on me when you clearly know who exactly is responsible for this mess?“ I jabbed a finger at each of them in turn. “You. And you. And you.” “No one but the three of you are to blame for this.” Anger surged through me the more I spoke. “This marriage should have never been arranged in the first place!” “You should have seen how desperate Nessa looked when she begged me to help her. How terrified she looked.” “And you—” I turned to glare at my mother’s my voice shaking with disappointment. “Even if they are willing to, do you—as her mom—really have the heart to marry her off to that devil incarnate?” “A man widely known for being ruthless, sadistic and cruel? Yes, his reputation might include some elements of exaggeration, but he must have gained the nickname, ‘Mr. Devil’ for a reason, don’t you think?” The more I spoke, the more I realized just how ridiculous this arranged marriage was proving to be. “Most importantly—” “No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen his face! No one knows if he’s old, young, or hideous! But the general idea is that he’s an old, dying man because only that explains why he’s kept himself hidden for so long.“ “That’s the kind of man you want to marry your daughter to? Aren’t you embarrassed?” Pa! Another slap. This time, I didn’t flinch. I just stood there, staring at her with cold, empty eyes while letting the numbing pain on my cheek spread. “That’s enough, both of you!” My father’s voice resounded through the room as he slammed a hand onto the coffee table. Silence fell immediately. As my gaze shifted to him, I saw him exhale heavily before speaking, his tone sharp, “The situation is bad enough as it is, yet both of you seem hellbent on making it worse.” Listening to him, I lowered my gaze, biting back a sarcastic laugh. Making it worse? Who, me? But I wasn’t the one who planned to marry off my daughter to a man of dubious character, was I? While I couldn’t be sure of the real reason, I knew it had to be one of the following—power, money, influence or resources. That was the price of being born as a Hale’s daughter. My eyes flashed a dark look at this thought. While I still didn’t know the exact details of their deal with Mr Devil, one thing was clear—he was offering something so valuable that they would willingly sacrifice Vanessa. And that was what baffled me the most. We might be twins, but Nessa was nothing like me. She was their pride and joy, the perfect socialite they had groomed for years. I, on the other hand, was the family disappointment, the rebellious daughter they barely tolerated. So if they were so eager to throw her away, I guess whatever they gained in return must have been worth all of the efforts they had poured into cultivating Nessa all these years. This conclusion left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. If this was the fate of their cherished daughter, how better could mine be? From when I became sensible, I had always known that there was only one ending for a girl born as a Hale—to be another wealthy family’s trophy wife. But I hated and felt unwilling about it, so I tried to fight against that outcome. So far, I seem to have succeeded. Although, it was at the expense of my parents growing increasingly dissatisfied with me, and my siblings and I growing somewhat distant. This point could be seen clearly from the fact that if I hadn’t happened to hear rumors of Nessa’s marriage while I was away on a band gig, I never would have known my own twin sister was being married off today. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a gaze falling on me. I looked up—straight into my brother, Aaron’s eyes. His hazel irises, identical to mine, were unreadable. Then he spoke. “Valeria, you and Nessa are identical twins…” Without warning, a chill crept up my spine. Aaron wasn’t the type to say anything meaningless, especially with an unresolved issue on ground. There was only one reason why he would mention this—he wanted me to… No. I refused to think about it. Refused to acknowledge the possibility. Because the moment I let myself entertain the thought—just for a fraction of a second—a deep, paralyzing dread settled in my bones. That was my brother. My biological brother. He wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t be that unfeeling and mercenary, right? Yet, my inner voice told me. Yes, he could. Someone who could even acquiesce to his closest sister being married off, why would be be reluctant when it comes to me—whom he had grown distant to? Silence fell after he finished speaking, then I felt my parents’ eyes shift toward me—bright with excitement at having found a backup plan. Outwardly, my expression was blank but inside, my heart was already in tatters, the pain almost unbearable.

VALERIA “Yes! How did I not think of that?!” My mom was the first to leap to her feet, clapping her hands in excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me, and for some reason, my stomach twisted. Her expression reminded me of how a hungry dog might look at a fleshy bone. A disrespectful description, I know. But that’s just how I felt. She continued, voice bright with enthusiasm, “Nessa and you are identical twins, and most importantly—when we made the agreement with that man, we never specified which daughter it would be!” “Shut up!” “Mom!” The moment those words left her lips, both my father and Aaron shouted at her in unison. Their sharp voices cut through the room, and for some reason, their reactions made my heart sink. If I hadn’t seen it wrong, they seemed afraid. Anxious. But afraid of what? These two weren’t the type to lose composure over just anything. And then—my mom’s words echoed in my head again: “…and most importantly, when we made the agreement with that man, we never specified which daughter it would be!” That line. That seemed to be the what they were reacting so intensely to. Up until now, I’d assumed the devil of a man had seen Nessa, gotten infatuated, and then, demanded her hand in marriage. But if that were the case, wouldn’t he have made it clear exactly who he wanted? That would’ve been the logical and right thing to do. At first, I hadn’t thought too deeply about Mom’s statement. I’d brushed it off as another one of her careless comments. But with the way Dad and Aaron reacted, I couldn’t help but think deeper. And the moment I did, a terrifying thought crept into my mind. No. I shook my head. That couldn’t be it. That was impossible. They wouldn’t do that to me. Right? But then I looked at their faces, and saw the way they wouldn’t meet my eyes. No. No. No. I could accept being asked to replace Nessa. I could even forgive them for that. But this? It’ll break me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to my mom, desperate and pleading. “Please tell me I’m wrong. Please… Just… please,” I whispered, my voice trembling and barely audible as I looked from her to Dad, then to Aaron. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to search their faces for something—anything—to prove that I was overthinking. But no one answered. Instead, my dad turned sharply to glare at my mom. “You really can’t get anything done right,” he snapped. That one sentence nearly crushed me. My mom, too, seemed to realize she’d said something wrong, though judging by the confused crease in her brows, she wasn’t entirely sure what. Still, she stayed quiet, lowering her head, likely afraid she’d make things worse if she spoke again. So even as I looked to her, silently begging for answers, she refused to meet my gaze. ‘Anyway, I have no idea what’s going on,’ I read her expression loud and clear. It wasn’t that she didn’t have feelings for me. She did. But her expensive lifestyle depended entirely on her husband, and she wouldn’t risk that. Not even for her own daughter. I turned to my dad. “Dad?” He turned his face away. And then, finally, I looked at Aaron. The person I once trusted the most. “Brother?” I called softly—just like I used to when we were kids, when I’d fallen or gotten hurt. He smiled, like he used to back then. But the moment I saw that smile, my heart turned to ice. Because this time, there was no warmth. Only confirmation. It was true. It was all true. My legs gave way, and I dropped to the floor. A single tear traced its way down my cheek. I wanted to believe they’d only pushed me to replace my sister because they were desperate. I wanted to believe it had been an impossible decision forced on them. But now, I knew the truth: There was never a substitute bride. It had always been me. From the very beginning, they had planned this. My dad. Aaron. Even Nessa, my twin sister, who I thought I was protecting. How laughable! I let out a bitter, broken laugh as tears streamed down my face. I cried, and laughed, and sobbed until the emotions tore me apart from the inside out. Like a clown, they must have watched me walk straight into their trap—step by step—thinking I was fighting for justice, while they all watched me from behind mockingly. Hahaha. No wonder it had been so easy to help Nessa escape. They knew me. They knew I wouldn’t sit back and let her be forced into marrying a man we knew nothing about. A man feared and whispered about. They counted on it. They knew I wouldn’t stay put. They counted on me saving her, and then naturally, I’d have no choice but to marry him myself. In the end, the only thing I managed to do was condemn myself. What a perfectly executed plan. With it, they would manage to get rid of their black sheep daughter, preserve their reputation, and also, earn the devil’s favor—all in one go. Three birds, one stone. I regretted it. I extremely regretted it. I shouldn’t have returned home after hearing the news of Vanessa’s marriage in the first place. I should’ve known that they wouldn’t be that willing to marry her off to such a man. If Vanessa were their only daughter, maybe they would’ve been tempted and considered it. But when there was me? Rebellious. Unruly. Embarrassing. Easy choice. I cried until there was nothing left. Until my body shook from exhaustion and the sobs faded into silence. And then, when the tears dried up and only numbness remained, a thought surfaced in my mind. Maybe… Maybe marrying that man wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

VALERIA Even if I ended up dying by that man’s hands someday, it’d be a thousand times better than staying in this pit of snakes and scorpions I once called family. Once I made the decision, I quietly wiped the tears from my face and rose to my feet. I looked at the three of them, and one bitter question formed in my mind. How had I not seen how selfish, hypocritical, and mercenary these people truly were? Let’s start with Mom. She liked to present herself as a doting mother, always fawning over her children like we were her world. But in truth, the only thing she loved was the luxurious life my father provided. She’d never allow anything or anyone, to threaten that comfort. Not even us, her children. As for my dear father… He seemed like the typical respectable and dignified head of the family. But deep down, he was nothing more than a hypocrite. The kind of man who wouldn’t hesitate to sell his daughter to the highest bidder, as long as it bought him glory. And Aaron? Today shattered any illusions I had left of him. The brother I remembered, the one who used to smile gently and pat my head when I cried, was nothing more than a snake with a pretty face. A man who didn’t hesitate to push his sister straight into a fire pit, just so he could stay warm and untouched on the sidelines. And my so-called twin sister? Ha. Perfect little Vanessa. The ideal socialite. She wore her hypocrisy like second skin. It was no wonder she fit into high society world so well. Because that’s what people like her did best. Backstab you with a smile. “What a family,” I muttered aloud, somehow managing to find amusement in my situation. “If there was ever a mistake in the gene pool, it must’ve been me. A genetic mutation. That would explain why I’ve never fit in with them since day one.” Some might call it adaptability—my ability to cope and keep going, no matter how bad things got. But my friends called it being cold. Heartless, even. My ex-boyfriend did too—back when I dumped him without so much as a tear. Back then, I laughed it off. But now… I was beginning to wonder if they were right. Because despite everything, despite the betrayal and humiliation I’d just been through, my heart was now disturbingly calm. As though the tears I’d just wiped away had washed every last ounce of indignation, grief, hatred, and pain from my body. I felt hollow, from inside out. But maybe I’d simply learned how to bottle everything up so well that even I couldn’t tell what I was feeling anymore. But none of that mattered right now. There were more important things to focus on. I took a slow, deep breath, locking away the rest of my thoughts, stood up and spoke calmly. “Fine. I’ll marry him.” “Really?!” I wasn’t surprised at Mom’s gleeful outburst. Of course she’d be the first to react. I didn’t bother sparing her a glance, turning instead to face the two people who actually held the power in this room. And sure enough, while they didn’t display their excitement as openly, I saw the gleam in their eyes as well as the faint curl of satisfaction at the corners of their lips. Hypocrites. Before they got too comfortable, I continued unhurriedly. “But only on one condition.” That wiped the smugness right off their faces. Instantly, both men straightened, an alert and guarded look in their eyes. I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at their reaction. “Really? Relax. I’m not after anything that belongs to you. I promise.” I let my eyes settle on Aaron before adding, “Or anything that will belong to you.” His expression darkened slightly. I knew what he’d been thinking—whether I intended to carve out a share of the inheritance or his future place as the family’s crown jewel. After all, with Mr. Hale’s very obvious patriarchal values, Aaron probably already saw the entire Hale estate as his. Too bad for him, though—I didn’t want any of it. Anything of theirs would be too dirty and stinky for my liking. “My condition is simple. I want a letter of severance from this family. A clean break. No ties, no claims, no obligations.” I stated. “That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” As the words left my mouth, I watched Dad’s expression darken. While Aaron didn’t speak, he looked pensive and suspicious, likely trying to figure out if there was some hidden trap in my request. As if I was that bored. Meanwhile, Mom exploded. “What do you mean by that, Valeria?!” she snapped, pointing at me furiously. “You’d better explain yourself!” I met her anger with indifference. “That’s my only condition. You either agree to it, or I don’t go through with this farce of a marriage. You can also try to force me if you’d like… but something tells me he wouldn’t appreciate that.” That shut her up. I turned to face Mr. Hale once more, watching as calculation flickered across his features. I knew him well enough to know what he was thinking—and I also knew how this would end. Sure enough, a moment later, he spoke. “Alright. I agree.” “What? Darling—!” Mom tried to protest, but he cut her off immediately. “Shut up. Your thoughts aren’t needed here.” She fell silent instantly, shrinking back into her seat, her shoulders hunched and head bowed. But not before casting me a conflicted look—one I didn’t care to interpret. It didn’t matter anymore. None of them did. I smiled coldly. “That’s great, for all of us. After today, you’ll have nothing to do with me, and I’ll have nothing to do with you. From now on, let’s consider ourselves strangers.” “Val—” “I think that’s all I have to say. Do let me know when that man—or his people—arrive.” And with that, I turned and walked away. I didn’t wait for a response. I didn’t look back. I just climbed the stairs slowly and left them all behind in that suffocating space.

AARON The issue hanging over our heads had finally been resolved—or so it seemed. But none of us still in the living room felt even remotely relieved. Especially me. I stared at the spot where Valeria had disappeared, my heart weighed down by a tangle of emotions I couldn’t name. I turned toward Dad, hoping to make sense of things, but my attention caught on Mom first. She was fidgeting, her eyes glued to the staircase, unable to hide the worry etched into her features. To be honest, I still don’t fully understand the kind of person my mother is. For all her outward affection and devotion, she’s always been someone who prioritizes her own interest above everything else. A calculative person. Yet, there were moments when she didn’t seem like that. Moments like now. Moments she seemed genuine, controlled by emotions, rather than reason. It made it hard to judge which side was the real her—if either even was. It was exactly because of how unpredictable she was, that, when Dad, Nessa, and I were planning how to force Valeria into this marriage, I insisted we keep Mom out of it. Because it was impossible to tell who she’d choose to side with. People like her have no loyalties; they do things based on self-interest or on their moods. Take today, for instance. Even when she knew perfectly well that the groom was no good, she hadn’t once tried to dissuade either me or Dad from marrying Nessa to him. Why? Because she knew how crucial the arrangement was to preserving the lifestyle she enjoyed. And when Valeria helped Nessa escape the wedding, Mom was furious—not because it wasn’t right, but because it might jeopardize the family, which would in turn affect her. Then, the moment she realized Valeria could serve as a replacement, she was the first to leap at the idea, practically glowing with renewed excitement. Now, she looked worried. Visibly troubled. As if the same girl she was ready to hand over a few minutes ago had suddenly become someone worth protecting again. It was like watching two completely different people wear the same face. She was too confusing. Too unreadable. But can I blame her for it? Honestly, I’m not sure. Her upbringing shaped her into this. In her family, girls were raised to be bargaining chips, trained to choose the safest bet in order to survive brutal power struggles among the men. Then she married into the Hales, where nothing really changed, as Dad also valued power and profit over people. We all did. Well… almost all of us. Except Valeria. Maybe that’s why she never fit in. A sigh slipped out before I could stop it. “Mom, why don’t you go talk to Valeria? Try to smooth things over.” Her eyes lit up as she immediately jumped to her feet, like she’d been waiting for someone to say that all along. Then, almost comically, she turned to Dad and asked in a timid voice, “Darling, may I?” He glanced at me, then nodded. “Go.” “Thank you,” she whispered, hurrying upstairs before he could change his mind. Once she was gone, I turned to Dad. “Don’t you think Valeria was a bit too… calm, at the end?” He frowned. “Yes. For someone with her temper…” He trailed off, but I knew what he meant. Valeria had never been the type to let things go easily. Her sudden calm felt unnatural—like the quiet before a storm. Dad must’ve sensed it too, but he only shrugged. “So what if she’s planning something? As long as she marries that man, what happens after doesn’t concern us. And I doubt she’d turn on us once she gains power.” “We’re her family, after all. A piece of paper can’t change that.” I nodded along, but a tight knot had already formed in my stomach. A rebellious daughter in exchange for the Hale family’s survival—Dad saw that as a fair deal. And logically, I agreed. Still, unease tugged at me. I couldn’t forget the way Valeria had looked at me—eyes full of desperate hope, asking for something I refused to give. I knew exactly what she wanted. And yet, I’d crushed it, and put out the last light in her eyes. It made my conscience stir—something I thought I’d long buried. We were siblings, after all. I did care for her., but unfortunately, she can’t contend with the family’s interests. Judging by her reaction and that severance letter she demanded, I’d likely destroyed whatever little bond we had left. Valeria was never a docile and obedient person to begin with. Rather she was independent, opinionated and strong-willed. She might value familial ties but wouldn’t be tied down by it. She was someone who would rather not have it than compromise. I actually admired her for that, even though it made her harder to control. Thinking about her always drained me, so I shifted focus. “As long as we secure cooperation with Blaze Corporation, we’ll pull through this,” I said to Dad. “It’s our best chance.” He nodded. “Exactly. If this goes well, the Hale family might not just survive—we might rise further.. That’s why nothing can go wrong with this marriage.” He wasn’t exaggerating. We’d long been the most powerful family in Meteor City, but recent years had seen our dominance slipping, no matter what or how hard Dad and I did to reverse it. Rivals were circling and eyeing us like vultures. We couldn’t afford to let our guard down. “I understand, Da.d. I’ll see to it that nothing goes wrong.” I said seriously. He patted my shoulder. “Good. You’ve never disappointed me.” He paused. “Oh, and that severance letter Valeria wanted? Don’t worry about it. She was just throwing a tantrum. She doesn’t really mean it.” I frowned slightly. I didn’t agree with him—not at all. Valeria had meant every word. She truly wanted nothing more to do with us. But I didn’t argue. Dad could be incredibly stubborn when convinced he was right. Sooner or later, he’d see the truth.

VALERIA Upstairs Inside my bedroom, I was stuffing clothes and other necessities into my suitcase when the door creaked open. I glanced over casually. The shadow that entered was slender and hesitant. The moment I realized who it was—my mom, I looked away with disinterest, and continued packing. Only then did I ask, voice flat and unwelcoming, “What is it that you want?” I didn’t need to see her face to know my tone stung. But whatever disappointment or irritation she felt, she pushed aside as I heard her draw a shaky breath. “Valeria, I… I didn’t know that this was their plan from the beginning. If I had known, I would have… would have—” “You would have what?” I cut in, turning around to face her, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Risked the wrath of the man who holds your financial lifeline now—and the one who will in the future—to warn me?” I let out a dry laugh. “No, you wouldn’t have. And we both know that. You never had the guts. So spare me the empty sentiments. I have no use for them.” Her face paled, then flushed with shame. I saw it, but I felt nothing. What had she expected? Sympathy? Forgiveness? Did she think I’d tell her it was okay? That I didn’t blame her? The idea made me sneer inwardly. To say those words would be to spit in the face of my own conscience. She claimed ignorance of their plan. Maybe that was true. But would it have made a difference even if she’d known? I doubted it. She hadn’t known I was the intended bride all along, and yet, she was still eager to push me into Vanessa’s place the second the opportunity arose. So, really, the only thing that would’ve changed was the timeline. The outcome? Always the same. If anything, she was lucky. Lucky that I didn’t hate her as much as the others. “If that’s all,” I said coldly, turning my back to her, “I won’t see you out.” Apparently, that struck a nerve. “Valeria!” she snapped. I sighed with exasperation, and turned to face her again. “Yes? Is there something else?” I asked with mock confusion, watching in satisfaction as she faltered. My mother had always liked to assert her “authority” whenever she felt it slipping. It made her feel powerful—probably the only power she ever had, since no one had truly taken her seriously in either her maiden family or her current one. And because I’d always been the disobedient one, I often became the easiest target for her little displays of control. In the past, I humored her. I played along, if only out of respect. But now? Now she didn’t deserve even that. She must’ve seen it in my eyes, because her confidence visibly waned. I thought she’d finally leave. But I underestimated her. “You… didn’t mean it when you said you were cutting ties with us earlier, did you?” she asked softly. I paused, letting her words hang. Then I looked at her, my eyes hardening into a cold sneer that made her flinch. “Why?” I asked. “Did it sound like I was joking?” She began to stammer. “No… I mean…” But somehow, she pulled herself together and met my gaze again. “We’re your family, Valeria. That’s a fact you can’t change. Your father and siblings may have gone about it the wrong way—but everything they did, it was for your own good.” She gestured at me then, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. “I mean, just look at you. Where do you look like a proper, well-bred young lady? Wearing torn jeans and that… that shirt with a skull on it.” “You spend all your time with those people who have no direction in life. Instead of being obedient like your sister, doing what you’re supposed to do, you—” I clenched my fists at my sides, hidden behind me. Her words shouldn’t get to me anymore—but they still did. She kept going. “We sent you to music classes to cultivate you, not so you could waste your time in a band with no future!” For a moment, the room seemed to blur around me as pain twisted in my chest. But I swallowed it down and regained my calm. “So,” I said, my voice quiet. “you agree with them after all.” I watched her freeze. “What you’re really saying is—since I hang around ‘messy’ friends and don’t look like someone any respectable man would want, I should be grateful that my father and siblings ‘cared’ enough to find one for me. Even if he has a few… minor flaws?” I let the word linger. Flaws. In her world, a man’s worth was measured in how many zeroes were in his bank account—and how willing he was to fund her indulgences. So what if he was older than my father? So what if he had a violent streak? So what if he might one day kill me? To her, those were just details. Just “flaws.” The bitterness rose again, threatening to choke me. But I didn’t let it show. I wouldn’t give her—or any of them—the satisfaction of knowing how deeply they’d wounded and broke me. My voice was quiet, with a detached calm that didn’t match the storm inside: “You shouldn’t have come here… Mom.” Those three letters tasted almost foreign on my tongue. “This might be the last time I call you that. It was wrong of me for trying to believe that you weren’t like the rest of them.” “You are the same. Maybe even worse than any of them.” I didn’t care how my words hurt her. I didn’t want to. “There’s probably not much time left before my groom arrives. So I apologize for not being able to entertain you any longer.” With that, I turned around and resumed packing, hands moving faster than before—because I couldn’t stay in this house another minute longer than necessary. Behind me, I heard nothing. Then, after a long pause, soft footsteps. She was leaving. Only when I was sure she was gone did my hands slow again. And in the silence that followed, I realized they were shaking.

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“Congratulations, you’re pregnant!” I shook my hands, hugging the pregnancy test result to myself, the doctor’s words still echoing in my head. Three years of trying finally paid off. The thought of holding our child one day filled me with excitement, even as an old ache lingered. Frank’s emotional distance had been a constant, unspoken presence in our lives, but tonight, I hoped things would change. Maybe a child could be the bond that brought us closer together. Frank’s voice pulled me back to reality. “What’re you thinking about?” he asked, his hands busy unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at his chest, my cheeks flushing. Three years of marriage, and his looks still took my breath away—but not in the way they once did. Before I could respond, he stepped into the shower. The water hissed to life, and I waited until the steam blurred the bathroom door before pulling out the report. My smile faded. How would Frank react to this news? The shower turned off, and Frank emerged, water dripping from his hair. “Frank, I have to tell you something,” I said, taking a step forward. My heart raced. “After all these years, I’m finally—” His phone shrilled, cutting me off. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening. “Hold that thought,” he growled, stepping out onto the balcony. I lingered in the doorway, listening to his low, agitated voice. When he returned, his usually calm expression was gone, replaced by a tense set line on his face. “I gotta go,” he said, grabbing his keys. “Wait—Frank! It’s midnight. Can’t this wait?” I pleaded, the report crumpling in my hand. He didn’t look back. “Something came up,” he said, and the door shut behind him. I collapsed onto the couch, the paper slipping from my grip. Another “emergency” that didn’t involve me. My throat burned. How many nights had I stayed up waiting for him, only to be met with silence? How many times had I pushed aside my doubts, clinging to the hope that one day, he’d truly see me—not just his secretary or a convenience—but his wife? A vibration startled me. Bianca’s name flashed on my screen. “Hey, Lisa,” she said, her voice teasing. “You in a wheelchair now?” My brow furrowed. “What?” “I just saw Frank pushing some woman in a wheelchair into that fancy restaurant downtown. Thought you two were together.” The line went quiet. My stomach twisted. “Are you sure it was him?” “Pretty sure. But maybe I’m—” The call cut off before she finished. My thumb hovered over the home button as a news alert beeped. Dera Pete returns with mystery billionaire companion.*  Dera Pete. The name hit me like a punch. The photo was fuzzy, but there he was—Frank, grinning as he walked alongside a wheelchair-bound woman in a diamond-studded gown. The caption called them “the city’s most elegant couple.” Comments flooded the screen: “Her fiancé’s face is heavenly!” “When’s the wedding?” My vision blurred. So this was where he’d rushed off to—not for work, not for an emergency, but for her. The woman who’d hurt him years ago, the one he’d sworn he’d never speak of again. The pregnancy report lay forgotten on the floor. My baby, our future, meant nothing compared to the ghost of his past. A tear slid down my cheek. How long had this been going on? Dera’s laughter echoed from the screen, and Frank’s possessive hand rested on her shoulder. The knife in my chest twisted deeper. In the morning, I forced myself to get up and head to the company, even though I hadn’t slept a wink. The night’s events replayed in my mind, each detail sharper than the last. “Have you seen the news? Dera Pete has returned!” Manda kol, one of the employees at the Lanka group, remarked. She was talking to her friend while they waited for the elevator. Behind them, I stood quietly as they continued to talk about me as though I was invisible. “You mean that jewelry designer?” Lili Samuel asked. “Yeah, she’s not just an ordinary jewelry designer. She’s also the only girlfriend our boss has ever admitted to dating publicly. I heard she’s his first love.” “Wow, but isn’t it rumored that our boss and Ruth have some—?” “Of course not! She was just his mistress!” Tatiana said with a laugh. “Haha! What a failure. She thought sleeping her way to the top would make the boss fall in love with her. Now that the woman he loves has returned, I’m sure she’s not only going to lose her position as the mistress but also her job.” My hands clenched into fists. I gritted my teeth but stayed silent. After all, our marriage was a secret known only to Frank and his family. I was Frank’s personal assistant, but everyone assumed we were just close colleagues. Frank never corrected them, and I had no right to either. He made me promise to keep our marriage a secret. The elevator doors opened, and we all stepped inside. Tatiana and Lili exchanged a glance before continuing their conversation. “If I were her, I would resign. It’s clear the boss has someone he loves. It’s so degrading to cling to him like a desperate person,” Manda said, her words full of mockery. “Hey… chill. She can hear you,” Lili whispered, though she laughed as she said it. They seemed to be having a field day at my expense. They were among the many women who were jealous of my closeness with Frank. Now that his real woman had returned, they found an opportunity to ridicule me. “I’m just stating the truth. She’s a mistress who’s about to be abandoned now that the future Mrs. Lanka has returned to the city,” Manda declared. My hands tightened into fists at her words. Mistress? I was his legal wife! And yet, I couldn’t even declare that out loud. I pursed my lips, my heart aching. Frank hadn’t come home last night. He didn’t even have the decency to call and let me know where he was. I concluded he must have spent the night with his ex-girlfriend. The thought made my heart feel like it was being clawed by a cat. My colleagues’ mocking words echoed in my ears, and my throat went dry. I was his legal wife, but I couldn’t even defend my position. Could I even defend something that wasn’t truly mine to begin with? It didn’t take long for me to arrive at the CEO’s office. However, I wasn’t in the mood to work that day. So, I went to Frank’s office to ask for a day off. Sure enough, when I knocked and entered, I found him seated in his swivel chair, wearing different clothes from the ones he’d had on the previous night. “You’re late,” Frank said in a cold, deep voice. “Yes… I slept late. I’ve come to ask for a one-day leave,” I requested, trying hard to hold back my tears. He didn’t seem bothered by his absence. “Why? Are you sick?” Frank asked nonchalantly, his gray eyes studying me. “I’m not feeling well,” I replied, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. The truth was, I wanted to ask him where he’d spent the night, but I didn’t want to hear that he’d been with another woman. Knowing it and hearing it from him were two very different things. “Okay,” Frank said, and when I didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Anything else?” I shook my head. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Frank didn’t even attempt to explain where he’d been. He acted as if what he’d done was perfectly normal. With a heavy heart, I left the company and went to the parking lot. However, I bumped into someone in the underground parking area. It was none other than Dera Pete—the woman of Frank’s dreams. In her wheelchair, she looked incredibly vulnerable, evoking a protective instinct in everyone around her. She maneuvered her smart wheelchair and stopped in front of me, blocking my path. “So, you’re Ruth, Frank’s wife? I’m Dera. Nice to meet you,” Dera said. I turned pale. I hadn’t expected to meet Dera so soon. “Thank you for taking care of Frank these past three years,” Dera added with a smile. I internally scoffed! She made it sound like I was just a caretaker! Was she indirectly asking me to back off now that the owner had returned? “You don’t need to thank me for doing my duty as his wife,” I replied through gritted teeth. I felt sorry for her because she was in a wheelchair, but her words felt like a mockery of the real state of my relationship with Frank. Dera smiled gently. “Of course. See you around,” she said before beginning to wheel herself away. Just as she was leaving, her phone slipped from her lap and fell to the ground. Looking at me, she asked, “Can you help me pick up my phone? I can’t reach it as you can see.” I nodded and approached her. However, as I crouched down to pick up the phone, Dera suddenly fell to the ground and screamed. “What happened—” “Ouch! That hurt!” Dera cried, blood trickling down her face, horrifying me. “What the—” “DERA!” Frank’s deep voice boomed as he rushed toward us. My heart skipped a beat when I heard his familiar voice. It was my husband, and I’d never heard him sound so worried before. He hurried over and held Dera in his arms. Seeing the blood dripping from her forehead, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. He glared at me coldly, sending chills down my spine. Did he think I did this? My eyes widened in shock as I realized what was happening. I was being framed! “Frank! I swear, I didn’t push her—” “Get lost!” Frank yelled and pushed me, causing me to fall onto my backside. He carried Dera in a bridal style, his eyes filled with worry. He looked at her and whispered gently, “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Yes, she’s no regular jewelry designer. She’s also the only girlfriend our boss ever publicly acknowledged dating. I heard that she’s his first love.” “Gosh, but isn’t it heard that our boss and Ruth have some—?” “Certainly not! She was only a mistress!” “Haha! What an idiot. She thought sleeping her way to success would get the boss’s heart.” I clenched my fists. My nails pressed into my palms, but I didn’t say a word. My marriage was known to Frank’s family and him only. No one had guessed the truth; everyone had assumed I was Frank’s mistress because we worked together so intimately. Frank never denied the rumors, and I never tried to refute them. When he insisted on having me promise we’d never confess our marriage, I complied without hesitation. The elevator doors opened, and we all entered. Manda and Lili glanced at each other before they went on talking. “If I were her, I would quit on my own. It looks like the boss has someone he likes. It is so shameful to hang around him like a starving chick,” Manda sneered. “Shh, be quiet. She can hear you,” Lili whispered, although her tone was playful. They reveled in my misery. For years, they’d envied my closeness to Frank Lanka. Now that his ex, Dera Pete, was back in town, they relished the chance to tear me down. “I’m just saying the truth. She’s a mistress who’s about to be abandoned now that the future Mrs. Lanka has returned to the city,” Manda declared. Mistress? I was his lawfully wedded wife. But the words stuck in my throat. Frank did not come home last night. He did not call. I imagined him with Dera, and the vision ate away at my heart like a saw-edged knife. When I got to Frank’s office, I couldn’t focus. I knocked and entered, and he was sitting behind his swivel chair in a suit I had never seen. “You’re late,” he snapped, his voice cold. “Yes. I overslept. I’m here to ask for a one-day leave,” I said, pushing the lump from my throat down. “Why? Are you sick?” he snarled, his gray eyes scanning me as if I was an annoyance. I’d rather have asked where he’d stayed. But it would shatter me to find out. To not know. “I’m awful,” I whispered. “Good,” he snapped. I stood there uncertainly, then he raised one eyebrow. “Anything else?” I nodded, my heart as heavy as lead. He did not care where he’d spent the night. To him, it was insignificant. I exited the office and out into the parking lot, vision blurry. Then I rounded a corner and bumped into somebody. It was Dera Pete. She curled in a glimmering wheelchair, her gaunt body framed by a taut smile. “So, you’re Frank’s wife, Ruth? I’m Dera. Nice to meet you,” she oozed, voice sugar-sweet with goodness. My blood froze. “Thanks for taking care of Frank the past three years,” she told me. I snorted in my mind. Taking care of him? Me, a professional nurse? Was that how she was attempting to threaten me away? “You don’t have to thank me for doing my duty as his wife,” I growled, the words trembling out of me. Dera’s smile grew wider. “See you around.” She wheeled off, but her phone fell off her lap. “Will you pick it up? I can’t reach it like you,” she said, dripping with condescension. I moved forward, but before I could crouch, she lunged forward, screamed, and fell on the concrete. “Ack! That hurts!” I yelled, a trickle of blood running from my cheek. “DERA!” Frank’s yell shook the garage. He rushed towards us, his face pale with rage. He scooped Dera up in his arms, his eyes blazing at me. “What did you do?!” “I didn’t push her!” I yelled, terror rising. But he shoved me aside, and I fell on the hard ground. He cradled Dera in his arms, his voice softening. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the hospital.” His words were to her, not to me. And as I saw their receding backs, I knew the truth: Frank Lanka had already chosen his past over his secret wife.

“What in the name of the devil is happening?” Frank demanded from Dera when the doctor had examined her. Guilt welled up as he gazed at the bandage on her forehead. “I’m sorry. I have no idea why Ruth changed. She was once so kind to me.” When he’d crashed into the parking lot, he’d been convinced he’d seen Ruth dragging Dera from the wheelchair. Fear had muddied his reasoning. But Dera’s legs—her strength already weakened due to her illness—had collapsed beneath him. He’d been the one to bring her down. “I hope you can forgive her. She doesn’t get angry very often,” Frank added, his tone grating. We were in a VIP hospital room, Dera sitting on the edge of the bed without her wheelchair. She smiled and grasped Frank’s hand. “Hey, don’t get this wrong. This isn’t Ruth’s fault. I fell on my own. My wheelchair must’ve had a malfunction.” Frank’s eyes opened wide. “Are you saying Ruth didn’t push you?” Dera shook her head, her lips trembling. “No, she didn’t push me. Don’t blame her for this. I don’t want the two of you fighting because of me.” Frank’s chest tightened. He remembered pushing me away carelessly, assuming the worst. How could he have been so blind? “I had no idea,” he whispered. Dera squeezed his hand. “You should go to her and clear things up.” Frank nodded, his face filled with guilt. “I’ll take you home first. I’ve already put an order in for a new wheelchair to replace the broken one.” “Okay. Don’t leave Ruth alone long enough,” Dera said in a low voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her,” Frank replied. Later, I bumped into my best friend Bianca at a cafe on my way back home. “What? Pregnant?” Bianca’s eyes popped open. “That’s great news!” A bitter smile twisted at my lips. “I don’t think so. You were right last night. That was Frank I saw. And the woman he’s been loving? The woman he always wanted to love? That was Dera.” Bianca’s jaw dropped. “Is he cheating on you with his ex?” “I don’t know. But it hurts to finally know the truth. Perhaps I should do what I’ve been resisting all along,” I said, my voice hollow. “Are you insane? Why would you leave your marriage—especially since you’re pregnant now? Being a single mother is pure hell, Ruth. You’re his lawful wife! If you can’t stand up to her, I will.” “And then what, Bee?” I shook my head. “You should have seen how fast he shoved me away when he believed I hurt her. He did not even hesitate. He did not inquire if I was okay. How am I to remain with a person who shelters her more than me?” Bianca’s fists were tight. “Try telling him about the baby. Perhaps that will wake him up from his insanity.” I rubbed my belly gently. “He pushed me without hesitation. He didn’t call to see how I was. Maybe he doesn’t want this child. Maybe he’d rather I just disappeared so he can be with Dera.” Bianca sighed. “If that’s what you’ve set your mind on, I’ll be with you. Just promise me you’ll do what will make you happy.” When Frank arrived, I sat in the lounge. As soon as he entered, guilt flickered across his face. “Ruth, about that back there, I’m—” “I have something to say to you,” I told him quietly. I handed him the papers I’d lugged all day. Frank frowned as he read the documents. “What’s this? Work? Can’t it wait until tomorrow morning? I wanted to talk—” “Those are divorce and resignation papers,” I told him. “Let’s end this, Frank. It’s been long enough.” Frank’s eyes sprang up, shock taking the place of guilt. “Ruth, wait—” “Let’s divorce,” I said again. “I’m no longer standing in the path of your happiness.”

Frank was taken aback. Hearing those words from my mouth wasn’t something he’d anticipated. He glanced down at the papers in his hands—yes, they were a divorce petition and my resignation notice. He glared at me and demanded, “You’re throwing a tantrum over what happened a while ago. That’s why you’re giving me these papers?” I shook my head. “It’s not that. I’ve been wanting to divorce for a long time now. Now that Dera’s back, you can openly be with the woman you love.” Frank laughed, a bitter, bitter laugh. He tore the papers in two, and I shrieked. “Why did you do that? You don’t love me, why won’t you divorce me?” I screamed. My voice was desperation-tinged, my heart thudded painfully in my chest. During the three years we were married, Frank never loved me. He’d held me at arm’s length, never once being affectionate. I’d loved him, thinking that if I dedicated myself to him and loved him unconditionally, he’d come to love me. But three years had passed, and Frank’s heart remained as cold as ice. As much as I tried, I couldn’t make him love me. “Frank, please. Let me go so you can be happy,” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. “Never. Divorce? You think you can just wake up and ask me to divorce you? In your dreams, Ruth,” Frank taunted. “Why? Don’t you want to be with Dera? Isn’t that why you slept with her last night?” I couldn’t help but yell. “Ah, so this is what all this is about? No time for unnecessary jealousy, Ruth. I did nothing with her. Dera fell sick after her welcome party and I had to stay with her at the hospital. She was okay in the morning,” Frank explained. I clenched my fists. “I don’t want to listen to your excuses. There’s no love here. It’s better to dissolve this marriage.” Frank stepped closer and grabbed my chin, forcing my head backward to glare into my hazel eyes. “I’m the one who gets to decide when this marriage is over. I don’t ever want to hear you speak of divorce, do you understand?” “The woman you love is back and clearly, you will never love me. Why not a quick ending instead of dragging it out?” I begged, crying profusely. My heart ached, as though there was something cold and hard squeezing it. Frank didn’t love me, but he didn’t wish to lose me either. It was hard to say what he truly wanted. He wanted to be with Dera, didn’t he? That’s why he’d rush to her the moment she returned. Frank’s face relaxed when he noticed my tears. He cupped my face in his hands and wiped away the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. “Nobody’s getting divorced. Nana loves you. Let’s not disturb him with petty problems.” I was about to respond when I caught a whiff of a powerful scent from Frank’s jacket. It was a woman’s perfume, one I recognized as belonging to Dera. The smell was overpowering, and I vomited, covering my face with my hand. I moved away from Frank and ran to the kitchen, which was the nearest place. Frank frowned and followed me, reaching my side as I vomited into the sink. “Are you alright?” he questioned, holding my hair back from my face as I retched. When I was done and had water splashed across my face, my heart was racing. I had no idea whether Frank suspected I was pregnant or not. “What is it? Why suddenly vomiting?” Frank asked again. “Uh, I ate some bad food today,” I fabricated. Frank watched me. “You’re always so mindful of what you eat, Ruth. Are you hiding something from me?” My heart was racing frantically, and my stomach was twisting with knots. Has he found out? I asked myself. Frank gazed at me for a few seconds. I knew he noticed that I was pale and gained a bit of weight. His eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, are you—” I sighed in relief as Frank’s phone rang, cutting off his sentence. Frank grunted and answered. “Hello—” “Mr. Lanka, Miss Pete is gone!” the voice on the other end said. Frank’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? I’m coming!” He did not even glance my way before rushing out the door, his face strained. I laughed at myself. And here I thought he wasn’t divorcing me because he had feelings for me. Turns out that was wishful thinking. When Frank found out something was wrong with Dera, he’d all but vanished from the mansion to go look for her. I couldn’t help but speculate about what Frank would have done if I were the one who was missing. I had walked out of the kitchen and was going upstairs to the master bedroom when I felt a burning pain at the back of my head. I was enveloped in darkness.

I awoke to find myself tied to a chair. The cold of the damp air in the old warehouse seeped into my bones and I shivered helplessly. I could sense my heart pounding as I remembered the blow to the head and loss of consciousness. Was I kidnapped? I screamed, “Where am I? Help! Help me!” “Relax, Ruth. Shouting isn’t going to benefit you. I tried it myself, I swear,” a voice I recognized rang in my ears. I glanced to the right and noticed Dera bound into a chair similar to mine. My eyes bulged with horror. “What is it? Why were both of us kidnapped?” I asked, my chest pounding in terror. At the very back of my mind, I feared for the welfare of the child I carried within me. In case anything should happen to me, I would lose my baby.”. “Good question,” a low male voice boomed somewhere in the warehouse. I spun back toward the voice and my heart ran wild when I saw four goons coming our way. The leader of the group, a bald man with yellow-stained teeth, had a pungent smell of alcohol on him. “Don’t worry, Ruth. Frank will rescue us,” Dera said with determination. I felt a glimmer of hope. Frank, my husband. But then I remembered how he had rushed out the instant Dera disappeared. He would rescue Dera. I mean nothing to him compared to her. It did not take long before Frank arrived at the warehouse. He walked in and did not move when he saw the two of us tied up. He clenched his fists and glared at the goons. “Untie them! It is I who have an issue with. Leave the women alone.” “Rapido. These two ladies are obviously very close to you,” said the leader, spinning a knife around his fingers. “Let them go immediately,” Frank commanded again. “No can do. Because they are so special to you, they are in this trouble,” the thug replied. “I’ll let you keep one of them. The other one will remain with us as a hostage.” “You’re kidding, right?” Frank growled. “You save one or none at all,” the thug sneered. “Oh, Frank Lanka, I should like to see whom you will choose. I had just come to a mind to have a little sport, but now I have a wish to know whom you love most of the two.” Frank’s fists were clenched. He ground his teeth as he glanced at the two of us, both frightened and helpless. “Frank, choose Ruth. She is your wife! Do not listen to me,” Dera looked up at Frank with watery eyes. She was pale and weak, but so kind, treating me with every care. Frank’s conscience was overwhelmed with shame. His fists were clenched, ready to spill blood on his hands. “Go, Frank. You can save one woman. The time is escaping.” Frank snarled, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of us. My heart pounded in my chest when I saw his eyes darting back and forth between Dera and me. Frank looked at me only once before he spoke to the thug, “Let Dera go.” My heart fell. He had picked her. I should have realized this was the inevitable, but I had hoped secretly that Frank would pick me. I was his rightful wife, for goodness’ sake. It hurt me to see him pick another woman and leave me to be the thug’s hostage more than I ever thought I would. Frank. Was I not important to you? I wept like an idiot. “Frank, you look as cold as is rumored,” the thug snarled with a revulsion-filled smile. “Are you at ease leaving the other woman in our hands?” “Let Dera go,” Frank commanded icily. The thug grinned wickedly and undid the rope from Dera’s waist. Frank stepped up and wrapped his arms around Dera, holding her against his chest as if she were one of those delicate porcelain dolls that would break if set down. “Frank, you must take Ruth. I’m a cripple and will be in a wheelchair for the remainder of my life. I’m of no use to you,” Dera breathed. “Don’t worry, I’ll rescue you from here,” Frank promised while pulling her out of the warehouse. I couldn’t utter anything. My heart was broken into a million pieces. The only thing that frightened me was my innocent child, who would be killed because of my stupid love for Frank. If I were to go back in time, I would never give my heart to such a heartless man. “Because Frank has made a choice, I have no use for you to live,” the thug declared, playing with his knife as he glared at me. “Proceed. What are you waiting for?” I spat back as I glared at the thug. “I was waiting for you to beg for your life. I would not have let you go either,” the thug laughed. He ordered his henchmen to fill the place with gasoline. “But boss, is this to be done?” one of them asked. “She wants her out,” the thug answered. I heard that but could not even begin to take in what he was saying. My heart ached. To the very last, I never came first for Frank. Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing Frank to treat me so poorly? I knew I was having my last moments and there were just so many things that I was regretting. “Hey, Miss, last words?” the thug grinned at me. My eyes were closed, accepting fate. Boom! A huge explosion rocked the ground. Frank, who had run back to the warehouse, was blown back by the explosion. He looked in terror at the warehouse, now engulfed in flames, burning the whole building to the ground. I, his wife, stayed in the warehouse. “Ruth!!” “NO!!!” Frank’s anguished cry filled the air.

years later The top-class events facility in Charles State buzzed with activity. Josephs & Co, owners of the biggest jewelry company, had returned to the country to introduce their long-lost daughter to the world. Jack Josephs, a renowned jewelry craftsman, was a force to be reckoned with who had taken his family’s jewelry company and made himself wealthy. He had always been at the front of the fashion parade in the jewelry industry. Everyone was always complimenting the jewels he made. But he left the country with his wife several years ago. All of them wished that they never had the chance to develop relations with the Josephs family. The Josephs family eventually came back. Most of the number one men and women in Charles State yearned to greet their hands with Jack Josephs, MD of Josephs & Co. They arrived in limousines and brought expensive gifts in an attempt to capture the hearts of the family. A reporter from KB Entertainment made a live appearance on television as they covered the event live. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the largest event of the year where Josephs & Co.’s MD is going to present his only daughter to the world. Everyone is waiting with bated breath to see Miss Josephs, including Charles State’s most eligible bachelor, Frank Lanka, who has also brought with him his fiancée, Dera Pete. It appears that the dignified MD also wants to meet the missing daughter of the Josephs family.” Continuing repeating himself, a handsome tall man strode by the door wearing a suit made to measure and proceeded into the hallway. The reporter’s remark angered him and provoked him to jest. He was not ‘interested’ in greeting the missing daughter. He only wished to put forth an offer of union with Jack Josephs in behalf of his impending jewelry venture. The guy was none other than Lanka CULT CEO Frank Lanka. Tall dark-haired guy with a sharp angular jaw that could cut through a diamond. He had a trimmed, well-groomed beard that made him a hunky, macho-looking dude. “Frank, over here!” A voice barely above a whisper whispered on one side of the hall. Frank turned his head to glance at Dera Pete. He smiled and approached her, inquiring, “Have you talked to Mr. Josephs yet?” Dera laughed nervously. She had tried to venture out earlier to see Mr. Josephs but was driven away by his security guards. Anyone who wished to see the man would have to wait until the event. The fact that she knew him from her father did not work in her favor. “I just sat here waiting for him. Don’t you worry, Frank. I will get you a partnership with Mr. Josephs. He is my father’s friend, so he owes me some face,” Dera said. Frank shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. He had no other choice but to turn to Dera since his own efforts to reach Jack Josephs were an exercise in futility. It seems the man is deliberately avoiding him for one reason or another. Before long, the MC had called out that Mr. Josephs had arrived and all were standing by the door waiting. One minute went by, and in walked a man in his late fifties with a gorgeous woman. He was his wife, Freya Josephs, a famous jewelry designer. “There he is, let’s go and meet him. I’ll introduce him to you,” Dera declared in confidence. Frank nodded and rolled Dera’s wheelchair forward. They inched up to Jack Josephs and his wife when they stopped to greet some other partygoers. Dera smiled and said, “Uncle Josephs!” Jack Josephs turned at the sound of his name. He frowned when he saw it was Dera. “Remember me? I’m the daughter of—” “Good evening,” Jack Josephs brushed Dera aside with a greeting and moved on without glancing back at Frank. Dera’s face turned red like a tomato. She did not expect Jack Josephs to cold-shoulder her in front of all these people. “I thought you said you were family friends?” Frank asked, surprised that Jack cold-shouldered Dera who claimed to know him on a personal level. “Perhaps he does not know me. Because I’m a cripple now,” Dera gasped, and Frank scowled at her statement. “Let him be. I’ll take care of him afterwards,” Frank had said softly. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jack Josephs stood up on the platform and grasped the microphone. “Welcome.” The party crowd were immediately hushed and all of them looked over at the Josephs couple on stage. “Thank you for your support. Josephs LIFTX is moving its business centre back out to the countryside today,” Jack announced. The crowd applauded thunderously. Everyone was aware of the news once they received the invitation, but no one was hesitant to show their happiness. “Alright, let me introduce to you my long-lost daughter. Welcome on stage, Lydia Josephs!” There was a commotion at the entrance. A lady walked in and everyone’s attention was focused towards her at once. She was wearing a fashionably dressed outfit. Her complexion was light and she wore her dark brown hair in an up styled updo. She had on an open back, sapphire blue formal dress with light makeup on her face accentuating her stunning features. Frank also turned to see what everybody else was staring at. But when he saw the woman entering the room, his jaw dropped and eyes widened. “Ruth?” he thought to himself. Was he dreaming? The woman looked so much like his deceased wife, Ruth. Frank was also shocked, just like Dera. She looked pale and whispered, “Is it Ruth? How is this possible? She died!” But Frank didn’t utter a single word. He was staring at the goddess-like lady who was similar to his wife. The heart of Dera sank when she realized that Frank’s eyes were diverted to the mysterious lady. She clinched her fists into tight balls as fear started creeping onto her. Who was the lady and why did she look so much like Ruth? The crowd lost it as Lydia Josephs descended onto the stage elegantly. She proceeded to her dad with a smile on her face. She took the microphone from her hand and smiled at the audience and proclaimed, “Hello everyone, I am Lydia Josephs. I’m back and I will be occupying the office of the MD of Josephs & Co. Jewelry Company from here on.”

I was stunned. There was the woman on stage who looked like my late wife. Her face, her shape, her voice—there was a striking similarity between the two women. I scowled as I listened to Lydia Josephs give her speech. “Ruth, is that you?” I asked myself, a look of confusion on my face. Lydia Josephs finished speaking and stepped down from the podium. The MC then told her that she would have to share the dance floor with her partner, Dean Anderson, a new mysterious young man who appeared to be a debonair new face in Charles State. He was tall and lean and had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. The guy, in a three-piece gray suit, grinned at Lydia and walked up to her. In front of everyone, he took Lydia’s hand and asked, “May I have this dance, Lydia?” Lydia smiled and took his hand. They stepped onto the dance floor and moved to the beat. Dean glanced at Lydia as they danced. He grinned and said, “Congratulations, boss lady.” Lydia grinned and said, “Thank you, Dean.” “I’m the happiest man in the room now, and I bet the men who are looking on are jealous of me,” Dean explained, staring into Lydia’s eyes. “Oh Dean, you’ll always be so flirtatious,” Lydia pleasantly said. “As the youngest female MD of Charles State and the mysterious daughter of the Josephs clan, it’s all enough to make all the men go crazy about you,” Dean continued. “Dean, you’re on stage as well. You’re the mysterious new MD who’s just moved to Charles State. Honestly, I’ve known you for so many years now, and you’re still as mysterious,” Lydia teased her friend. My teeth were locked into a scowl of frustration. Witnessing the woman who so closely resembled Ruth dance so intimately with another man kindled an unidentifiable spark of jealousy in my heart. I knew that she would not be my wife. So why was I so angry and disturbed noticing this unfamiliar woman with another guy? My eyes constricted and I felt as if someone was squeezing my heart. I could only try to stop myself from walking out onto that dance floor and tearing them apart. From the corner of my eye, Dera happened to catch a glimpse at my face when I gazed at Lydia Josephs. She clenched her fists into tight balls as bitterness crept into the corners of her heart. “Do you still carry that bitch in your heart?” she asked herself. Eight years had passed and I still hadn’t married her. Was it perhaps because I couldn’t let go of Ruth? Dera glared at Lydia Josephs with ill will in her heart. No one was going to steal me from her! I belonged to her and her alone! “Frank. Do you actually think she resembles Ruth?” Dera surprised me by telling me to hear her. “I’ve thought of her every waking moment of all those eight years and blamed myself the entire time. If not for you rescuing me, Ruth would have been killed. But how can Lydia Josephs be Ruth? She’s not that one. How can she be from a wealthy family?” I came to my senses when I heard that. Of course, Ruth was an orphan and had no relatives. There was no chance she was Jack Josephs’ daughter. I glanced at the woman dancing on the dance floor and saw how she danced gracefully. Ruth could not dance and she did not enjoy attending such gatherings. “Right. There’s no chance that she’s Ruth. I saw her body myself,” I told myself. “Yes. Ruth is dead,” I grumbled, but I sounded as though I was trying to convince myself. But I could not shake the tightening in my chest. I felt like I was something short. Within a few minutes, Lydia had just greeted and been introduced to most of the older guests. Dean departed Lydia alone after offering an apology for leaving to answer a call. Noticing that she was by herself, I got up from beside Dera to greet her. “Good evening, Miss Josephs,” I replied softly with a velvety voice. Lydia swiveled around to catch sight of me since she heard the sound of the man’s voice. My heart skipped a beat as eyes met. Those hazel eyes. Up close, she was more Ruth Bennett-like. Wasn’t she her? “Good evening,” Lydia’s soft voice came to my ears. She was being courteous, but I could sense there was no recognition in her response to me. I raised an eyebrow. I smiled and said to her, “I’ve wanted to get a chance to talk to you. I’d like to make an offer of partnership— “Neither is it the time nor the place, Sir. First of all, shouldn’t you introduce yourself? You can’t skip introducing yourself to talk business,” Lydia said. My heart fell like a stone as reality hit me. This lady was not my wife. My wife would have recognized me. How could someone resemble a dead individual so much? Even their eyes were the same. “Sir?” I shouted, my face twisted in confusion. “I’m Frank Lanka, Managing Director of the Lanka CULT,” I stated, though bitter on my tongue. Why was it so inappropriate to be strangers with the lady before me? “Alright, Mr. Lanka. You can have your assistant deal with whatever business-related things,” Lydia said. She smiled and went on, “Excuse me.” “Hold on.” I couldn’t help but hold her back. I looked into Lydia’s eyes and I had this feeling of an unspeakable emotion coursing through me at the moment. Although I was aware that the woman standing in front of me was not Ruth, it was great to look into the face of a woman who bore some resemblance to her. It had been eight years since my wife passed away and yet, I couldn’t help but think of her. “Mr. Lanka, what’s that? And why do you stare at me like you do?” Lydia replied, not even a wisp of emotion on her face. Racing heart. I swallowed the suddenly formed lump in my throat and then said, “Lydia Josephs, you’re so familiar. Are you Ruth?”

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