Karen's Pov.“Surprise, surprise, Mr. Grey.”Liam's words echoed in the room, a smug undertone lacing each syllable. His grip on my waist was suddenly loosen but still firm as if he was making sure I stayed planted at his side for the world to see. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The live feed from the projector displayed Devon's face, his face looking almost disappointed with a mixture of confusion, anger, and betrayal. His jaw was tight, his eyes narrowing as if trying to piece together a puzzle he hadn't known existed until now.I wanted to sink into the floor. I looked back at Liam searching for some answers. “W-what's happening Liam?” My voice cracked but there was no reason from him. How did he know about me and Devon? We were never really anything to the public and we rarely ever came out together so how?“Let go of me,” I pulled myself away from shoving at Liam’s chest. But he didn’t move.“Not yet,” he murmured near my ear, his voice calm, almost casual. “The sho
Karen's POVThe chill of the night air wrapped around me as I stepped out of the banquet hall, the weight of humiliation and betrayal were suffocating.The murmuring from the crowd of high standing men and women still echoed in my ears, just when I thought I could make a reasonable change in my life, all of it came crashing down in just one night.The heel I wore clicked against the pavement, making my steps uneven and my body staggering. I bent down and took off my heels.Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I walked away from Devon, and this time, his words didn't hurt me or leave a dent in my skin. His words were something that were long overdue. Even though I couldn't see him, I could still feel his piercing gaze burrowing into my back but they were all too harmless now. My heart shredded at the thought of Liam's words, everything he'd said to me had truly meant nothing, they were just lies, the sparkle, glimmer and even the hint of hope in his eyes had all just been a lie. Liam had
Devon's PovI can't remember the last time I walked into a night bar, I'd long closed that door and I didn't think I was ever going to open it back up, but here I was again, sitting at the bar like the man I swore I'd never become again“Another shot.” I yelled even though the bartender was just few inches away from me My words slurred just enough to betray how much I’d already had. He gave me a wary glance before pouring another round of tequila into the small glass in front of me.“You sure about this, man?” John, the bartender and also the only person I knew at the bar, asked.“Just pour it,” I growled, grabbing the glass and downing it in one swift motion before he could argue. The liquid burned its way down my throat, but it didn’t numb the ache in my chest like I’d hoped.The ache wasn’t new. It had been there for weeks, maybe months since Karen left. A feeling of emptiness I couldn’t shake but still always tried to deny but no matter how hard I tried to I could always still s
Karen's PovThe beeping sound wakes me up from my sleep, a throbbing headache following, I open my eyes revealing a white wall above me with machines connected directly into my body. Wasn't I just in the car so where was I now? An aching headache swamp my thoughts as I remember the scene from before. An accident, I stumbled into an accident and was now present in the hospital. “She's awake.” I hear a voice from the room, a nurse immediately running into the room. With my eyes wider now I scan the entire hospital, how did I get here ? Who brought me here? Piles of questions kept swapping my mind. The cab driver, the road, lights and…Devon. It all came crashing in, Devon and Liam.He can't see me like this, it'd only make his pride grow, giving him more reasons to talk about me. Wincing in pain, I managed to sit up from the hospital bed, disconnecting the drugs going directly into my body. I had to get out of here,the doctors would soon start asking questions I didn't have any an
Karen's Pov.“You're pregnant? For how long Karen? Why didn't you tell me?” Devon asked, his face twisting in a mixture of both anger and confusion. The doctor and nurse had already cleared out leaving me and my beloved husband to bond over the baby and all he could do was shout.I'd already had enough of his nonsense and wasn't about to put up with it again.I laughed dryly. “Can you hear yourself Devon? I had an accident and just figured I am pregnant and this is all you have to say?” His eyes soften a bit, a look I'd never seen on him before. “You didn't know?” “Of course I didn't, I'm also as surprised as you.” He shook his head slightly, taking a step closer to me before seating on the chair opposite my bed.His hand rested at the bridge of his head and then he bent down. “I don't know what I've done Karen.” He said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just couldn't take it anymore, starting from Stephan and now Liam, I just couldn't.” My eyes widened. Was he feeling
Devon’s POVThe hospital door shut closed and age was gone, gone for good and there was nothing I could do. “Damn it!” A loud cry left my mouth before I collapsed on the empty bed. “I'm sorry Karen. I really am.” My voice echoed through the room but that was it, completely emptiness filled not just the space but even my heart. I ran my hands through my disheveled hair, tugging and pulling at it until my knuckles turned a shade of pale white. She'd left. Gone for good and I wanted to chase after her and plead for her to stay but I just couldn't. The way she begged had said it all, she wanted to go as far away from me as possible and that was the only way I could finally make her free ....make her happy. The door creaked open and my head jolted up hoping to see her but my brain already told me otherwise.It was the nurse from earlier, she had attended to me during the time I was waiting for Karen to wake up.She had an injection in her hand and paused midway, her eyes scanned the r
Devon's Pov.The meeting was over in seconds and not because the deal had been sealed or because of any sheer luck but because I completely messed things up.I was in the room but my thoughts were elsewhere. They didn't look the least bit interested when I walked into the room. Heck, I wasn't even in my right state of mind and considering what happened at the Masquerade banquet, I doubted they'd want anything to do with Grey Tech.The meeting with Seashores was another one scheduled after I'd finished with the European division, the plan was only to seal a deal with the Europeans earlier but after the whole scandal they only saw me as a shadow of my former self..Splashing the handful of water on my face, I looked at the bathroom mirror and my devastated reflection stared back at me. The Seashore meeting was just five minutes away and I looked like complete trash, something that was completely disregarded after being spit out.Taking my towel out from itshook I wiped the last droplets
Devon's povMy car pulled up in front of the house, and I stepped out before the engine fully died down. There was still a lot to be door but with each passing second I felt like the ground should have just consumed me. My eyes narrowed at the sight of a man lingering near the edge of the driveway caught my attention. He was tall, dressed in a worn-out suit that seemed to struggle against the December wind. “Can I help you?” I called out, my voice sharp as I approached. The man immediately turned, his face slipping into a practiced professionalism expression.“Mr. Grey, I presume?” “Yeah. Who’s asking?” i responded back almost immediately. “Alan Greaves,” he said, holding up a clipboard. “I’m here on behalf of Mr. Liam Falcon.” My jaw clenched, Liam. Of course, it would be him. Who else. The man didn’t just want to win—he wanted to completely strip everything that was in my name. I kept my face blank, though my fists clenched at my sides. “Whoever sent you has no business
Devon's Pov.The moment I pushed open the door to the president's office, my throat went dry. She was there, seated behind a massive desk exuding the same aura she had the yesterday at the auction.My heart thudded inside my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I heard her say icily, her gaze slicing through me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. After the brief encounter yesterday, I didn't think it was possible to see her again, I thought that was going to be the last time or at least it'd take a longer while.She looked over at me before returning her gaze back to her system. It was like she didn’t even know me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My mind reeled. How could she sit there, looking at me, and act like I wasn’t the man she once called her husband? “I’m here for the interview,” I managed to say, forcing my voice to stay even. Her gaze lingered on me for a brief moment before looking back at her system. “I wasn’t aware we were still condu
Devon’s POV It was a threat, his words didn't hold empty warmings, he meant it and I didn't even understand why? What did I have to do with it?O'Hara looked at me, his gaze piercing through me like a knife ready to slice me at any time. “Also, I'd need you to infiltrate GlassHouse Inc., Devon,” he said, pacing back to his desk. “They’ve been too secretive, too calculated. It still doesn't sit well with me. I need someone on the inside. Someone who can uncover what makes them tick and bring that information back to me.”His gaze focused on me, this time with a boring intensity. “And that person is you, Devon.” I frowned, my stomach twisting. “You want me to infiltrate the company? As what—a spy?” He arched a brow. “Call it whatever you like, but yes. There’s a job opening for a personal assistant to the president. You’ll apply, ace the interview, and secure the position. From there, you’ll learn their business secrets—every negotiation, every partnership, every weakness.” I
Devon's Pov The evening air was cool and carried a faint scent of rain as I exited the auction house. My steps were heavy, every echo against the pavement a stark reminder of my failure. Karen was alive—alive and thriving. I should have felt relief, joy even, but the cold indifference in her eyes, the sheer lack of emotion in her voice, had turned my victory into ashes. I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address, leaning my head against the window as the city blurred into streaks of light and shadow. My mind churned with memories of Karen, her sudden reappearance, and the venom dripping from Liam’s words. “She doesn’t want you, Devon. She never did.” Her words had cut deep but not as deeply as the icy gaze on her fame and the cold demeanor she carried. I spent five dreadful years looking for her, sacrificing pieces of myself along the way, just for her but all that was gone because the woman I loved was now a stranger. The cab pulled up in front of the auction building an
Devon's POVThe entire room was frozen and in complete silence as all eyes turned. The silence was so deafening that one could almost hear a pin drop.Karen's voice was clear and deliberate and pierced through the tension of the room. My breath caught in my throat and my throat ran cold as I saw her.“Thirty million dollars. “ She repeated, her voice echoing in my ears.The auctioneer blinked, visibly taken aback by the huge amount gap but he was quick to recover.“Thirty million dollars! Do I hear thirty-five million?” But the room had gone still. No one dared to challenge her bid.Who would, it was an insane price for just a mere artifact despite its value. I couldn’t move. My gaze was locked on Karen as she lowered her sunglasses, revealing the same piercing eyes I’d thought about every night for the past five years. Her expression was calm, almost emotionless, as if she hadn’t just dropped a fortune without hesitation. “Going once…going twice…” The auctioneer’s voice filled
Devon's Pov. The evening arrived faster than I expected. I spent most of the day pacing my apartment, nerves twisting in my stomach like a coiled spring. Every second that ticked by was a reminder of the stakes. I couldn’t fail—not this time.My eyes met the wall clock and as it an alarm rang in my head. I had an hour left before midnight and that was all the time I had to get the artifacts. I quickly bolted into the bathroom, I showered quickly, the water was cold on my skin beating at my back as if preparing me for what I was about to face. I finished up in the next ten minutes and was out. I fished out a suit from my wardrobe. The suit was an old one, slightly outdated but the only one I had left with me and still it was a little oversized. I brushed off the faint hint of dust from the shoulders and threw it on it the next minute. It wasn't glamorous but it was the most expensive looking I had. The auction was going to be filled with a lot of fancy men and women of high standin
Devon's Pov. 5 YEARS LATER…The air in the upscale restaurant buzzed with muted conversations from the people already seated. I could hear the clicking of the glasses from the happy couples and friends in the background and faint jazz music. I sat at the private both, holding a glass of water that had long gotten warm. Across from me was Mr O'Hara, he sat, his gaze piercing through me as though he could see my insides. The silence between us was deafening.Mr O'Hara, one of the wealthiest and most influential investors in the industry. His suit was perfectly tailored. He was a very important man, his demeanor was cold and his eyes made it clear that he didn't tolerate mediocrity.The meeting was my very first in over five years, each before that was always rejected as soon as the investor knew who they were going to address. I'd also let Gemini go a few months later, I couldn't pay her so there was no use keeping her around. I'd had to leave San Francisco and move to Los Angeles j
Devon's Pov.“I’m her neighbor, Lena,” she said when her panting finally stopped, her hands resting on her knees as she caught her breath.She straightened up and gestured for me to follow her. And the next moment, we were walking back into the neighborhood. The woman led me to her apartment at the far end of the house. It was just a mini apartment, it was tidy, with a warm, lived-in feel. She gestured toward the couch, but I shook my head. Sitting felt too passive for the storm brewing inside me. I needed answers.“Come on.” She repeated, and this time I took my seat on the plush grey sofa.Lena disappeared into the kitchen and returned back to the room with a steaming mug of coffee in her right hand, placing it on the table before sitting across from me. “So..?” She rubbed her hands against each other while pulling a strained smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes scanned my entire future from head to toes as if investigating me. Her eyes held a quiet curiosity as she waited
Devon's pov. “I'm sorry sir but I don't think I can work here anymore,” Philip, a member of the tech team said. He stood at the front of them, a group of people who had once trembled under my gaze. Some kept their expressions neutral, while others couldn’t hide the way their hands shook or the way they avoided looking me in the eye. Still, they were here, together, facing me like they never had before. My jaw tightened as I met Philip’s gaze. “What are you saying, Philip?”“We…” He paused, exchanging glances with the others before continuing. “We’ve all decided to leave. With everything happening, we’re not sure if you’ll be able to pay us anymore. And… there are no more investors willing to back the company.”My fists clenched at my sides. I stayed silent for a minute thinking of the right words to say. They were wrong, I didn't know how I was going to pay them off and even the ones I had in my account had been mostly invested in the resources during the partnership with Lex Oper
Devon's povMy car pulled up in front of the house, and I stepped out before the engine fully died down. There was still a lot to be door but with each passing second I felt like the ground should have just consumed me. My eyes narrowed at the sight of a man lingering near the edge of the driveway caught my attention. He was tall, dressed in a worn-out suit that seemed to struggle against the December wind. “Can I help you?” I called out, my voice sharp as I approached. The man immediately turned, his face slipping into a practiced professionalism expression.“Mr. Grey, I presume?” “Yeah. Who’s asking?” i responded back almost immediately. “Alan Greaves,” he said, holding up a clipboard. “I’m here on behalf of Mr. Liam Falcon.” My jaw clenched, Liam. Of course, it would be him. Who else. The man didn’t just want to win—he wanted to completely strip everything that was in my name. I kept my face blank, though my fists clenched at my sides. “Whoever sent you has no business