Anna’s POV "Good morning, sweetheart. You need to get up now, or you'll be late for work." My mom's voice drifted through the door, gentle but insistent. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. My body protested as I forced my eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. A quick glance at the time had my stomach dropping—I had overslept. Damn it. I had spent the night tossing and turning, my thoughts replaying everything that had happened, every moment leading up to the betrayal that still haunted me. I had gone to bed late, and at some point, I must have slept through my alarm. "Thanks mom," I call out as I hear her leave. Now, I had barely any time to get ready. For a moment, I debated just staying in bed. Calling in sick. Pretending the world outside didn’t exist. But that wasn’t an option. With another groan, I threw the blankets off and forced myself up. Time to face another day. The moment I stepped into the office, the air around me
Anna's POVI take a steadying breath before walking fully into the office, the tablet in my hand cool against my palm. I’ve barely crossed the threshold when Celeste’s sharp gaze lands on me, her lips already curling in irritation.Alaric is at his desk, flipping through some documents, his attention only half on us.“Sir, you have a board meeting in—” I start, but Celeste cuts me off with a dismissive wave of her manicured hand.“He doesn’t need to hear that from you,” she says coolly. “I’ll be handling his schedule from now on.”My fingers tighten around the tablet. “That’s my job.”Celeste tilts her head, amusement flickering in her ice-blue eyes. “Not anymore. Surely, you don’t think you’ll be sticking around for long?”My jaw clenches. “I wasn’t aware my position was up for discussion.”“It isn’t,” Alaric says, not looking up from his paperwork. For a brief moment, relief floods me. At least he isn’t entertaining her games.But Celeste isn’t finished, her eyes flamed with disgust
That night, I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replaying again and again in my head like a broken record. Every sharp word, every dismissive glance, every moment I felt like I was being pushed aside.I let myself wallow in it just for a little while, until something inside me shifts.I don’t want to keep feeling like this.I don’t want to spend another day letting Alaric and Celeste affect me, waiting for their actions to dictate my mood. I’ve been stuck in this cycle of frustration and hurt for weeks and I’m done.It’s time to take back my control.Tomorrow, there’s nothing scheduled until the evening. A society ball, one of those extravagant, high-profile events Alaric has to attend as CEO. And, of course, Celeste would be there as his partner, glued to his side like she belonged there.The thought should make me feel miserable. But tonight, it doesn’t.Because tomorrow, I choose how I feel.And I choose not to let them ruin my night.I sit up and reach for m
Its been a few days since the party, and I plan on telling the girls what happened with Alaric. I feel warm as laughter echoes through the space. Blankets and pillows are strewn across the floor, abandoned snacks littering the coffee table while we lounge in various positions ready for the sleepover I had planned.Ellie wipes tears from her eyes, still giggling. “I can’t believe Damian actually thought he could stay.”Ciara snorts. “The man really thought he was going to crash our sleepover just because he dropped you off.”I shake my head, still trying to catch my breath from laughing. “He even gave me that serious ‘I’m an exception to the rule’ look.”Ellie sighs dramatically. “It’s the delusion. But I will say, he gave it a good effort.”Ciara grins. “At least he made himself useful before leaving. I’ve never seen Brian warm up to a guy so fast.”I huff. “That’s because they bonded over their collective trauma with sisters.”Ellie rolls onto her stomach, propping her chin in her ha
After that sleepover, my friends’ words refused to leave me. They kept repeating in my mind at every quiet moment, forcing me to confront something I had been too hurt to even consider. What if Alaric was being coerced? My own heartbreak had consumed me, and I so sure of my betrayal that I never once stopped to question the way it all happened. I had taken his cold, detached words at face value—because believing them was easier than searching for a truth that might just be my mind trying to rationalise the whole thing. But now, I decide to look. Really look.At first, the signs are subtle. Celeste is always the one reaching for him, her hands constantly finding his arm, his shoulder, his chest. She talks endlessly, filling silences he doesn’t seem interested in breaking. And then there’s Alaric—rigid, detached. His responses are clipped, his eyes never quite meeting hers. And then I see it—the barely-there tick of his jaw, the quiet tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers cu
3rd Person POVCeleste smiled as she traced a finger down Alaric’s arm, relishing the way he tensed beneath her touch. He was always so rigid, so composed—but that was what made him perfect. Powerful, untouchable. And now, he was hers.Of course, that little slut was always lurking around, but it didn’t matter. Alaric belonged to her. He just didn’t realize it yet.She had loved him from the moment she first saw him, standing tall in the middle of a lavish gala, looking as if he ruled the world. And maybe he did. He had that presence, that quiet dominance that made everyone take notice. Celeste had been drawn to him instantly. Love at first sight, they called it.But for her, she just didn't love him, she wanted to own him, and all she needed was an opportunity.And one man had given her exactly that.She hadn’t expected him—the stranger who had approached her one evening, speaking in riddles but making promises she couldn’t ignore. He had known things about her, her desperation, and
"Why must you be so stubborn?" he retorts, trying to shake me off, but he's so gentle that I could hold on to him with no effort. "This has nothing to do with you Anna"I tighten my grip on his shirt, refusing to back down. “It has everything to do with me,” I counter, my voice unwavering. “You think I don’t see it? The way you flinch when she touches you? The way your jaw clenches every time she’s near?”His eyes darken, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them, but it’s gone before I can name it.“You’re imagining things.”“Liar,” I breathe.His body tenses beneath my hands. I can feel it—the internal war raging inside him, the push and pull between whatever is holding him back and whatever part of him wants to tell me the truth.“Let go, Anna,” he says, but his fingers are still digging into my waist, still holding me close.I shake my head. “Not until you look me in the eye and tell me you love her.”Silence.A heavy, suffocating silence.His lips part slightly, but n
His words sink deep into my chest, unraveling something raw inside me. He would do it again—a thousand times over. A shuddering breath escapes me as I stare into his golden eyes, dark and unreadable, yet filled with something that makes my heart ache. I don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s inevitable. But in the next breath, I’m in his arms. His lips claim mine with a desperate intensity, as if he’s trying to brand his presence into my very soul. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, his other hand sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. A gasp slips from my lips, but he swallows the sound, deepening the kiss, drinking me in. Heat coils low in my stomach, a wildfire igniting between us. Every touch, every caress, is unspoken emotion—frustration, longing, relief. My hands wander over his back, memorizing the way his muscles tense under my fingertips. He’s warm, solid, real. I tilt my head back as his lips move down my jaw, traili
We finally return to Alaric’s home, and as soon as I step inside, a wave of familiarity crashes into me.The scent of warm wood and subtle spice. The soft lighting. The quiet hum of the house.God, I missed this place.I slip out of my shoes slowly, letting the comfort of it all sink in. It’s only been a few months, but everything that happened between then and now makes it feel like a lifetime. My gaze drifts to the grand staircase and the tall windows, and for a moment, I just let myself breathe.We’d left Celeste with Tristan at the safehouse. He insisted on staying behind to watch her, and I trusted him—but still, a flicker of worry lingers in my chest. I hope she doesn't try anything stupid. I hope they’re okay.Shaking the thought off, I pull out my phone and call Damian. He picks up on the second ring and the conversation starts off tensed but I give him everything. I tell him about Celeste, the revelation, the name of the man behind it all, and how we finally have leverage.By
Something in me softens as I watch Celeste shrink into herself.Gone is the haughty woman who stormed into Alaric’s office, who tried to pit us against each other and stood tall beside a man she thought was invincible. Now, she’s… a discarded pawn, trembling on the edge of irrelevance.I walk over quietly and kneel beside her, lowering myself to her level so she doesn’t feel surrounded or attacked. Her eyes flick to mine, red-rimmed and wide, like she doesn’t know whether to expect mercy or mockery.But I speak gently.“If you tell us everything you know,” I say, my voice calm and honest, “Alaric will let you go. No more games, no more threats. Just tell the truth, Celeste. Help us stop him.”Her lips tremble, and I see the fight start to leave her body.“No one else has to know,” I add. “But you can’t go back to him. Not after this. And you know that.”She blinks rapidly, a single tear slipping down her cheek before she quickly wipes it away, as if she still doesn’t want to appear we
I lean against the far wall, arms crossed, staring at Celeste’s unconscious form slumped in the chair. Her long hair is a tangled mess now, falling across her face like a broken curtain. It’s hard to believe that just hours ago, she was barging into Alaric’s office in full control, heels clicking like she owned the place. Now she’s here—drugged, tied up, stripped of all that bravado.After she collapsed, Alaric had Tristan haul her through the private elevator, the one most employees don’t even know exists. No one saw us leave. No one knows where we are. The safe house is far from the city, heavily guarded, and soundproof.She stirs.I straighten instantly, watching her brows twitch, fingers flexing behind her bound back. Her eyes flutter open slowly, scanning her surroundings—and then she sees us.Alaric beside me, sharp and unreadable. Tristan near the door, arms folded. Jason to her left, silent and brooding. And me, watching every flicker of emotion play across her face.Her breat
I don’t waste a second.I grab my tablet, the folder of reports—anything that looks official enough to pass as a legitimate excuse—and head straight for Alaric’s office. I keep my expression neutral as I walk past Celeste, who’s typing away on her phone. Her eyes flick up briefly, and I flash her a tight, polite smile. She doesn’t return it.Good.Once inside, I shut the door quietly and lock it, just like he told me to.Alaric’s already up from his chair, tension radiating from his frame. He doesn’t speak at first. He just strides toward me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest like he knew it was exactly what I needed.“I heard,” he says, voice low. “Is he okay?”“He’s shaken, but safe. Damian’s got him under heavy protection now.” I pause. “It was deliberate, Alaric. A message. They wanted me to know they can get to my family anytime they want.”He pulls back enough to meet my gaze. His golden eyes are colder than I’ve ever seen them—sharp, dangerous. “That was th
After everyone had cleared out—her parents heading to bed, Brian retreating to his room with a muttered, “Don’t stay up too late,” and Ellie offering one last encouraging squeeze of her hand, i found myself lingering in the hallway.Damian was just about to leave when I called out, “Hey, Damian? Can we talk? Just for a minute.”He paused, nodding, and followed her into the quiet of the kitchen. The warm light from the overhead fixtures cast a soft glow over the space.“I wanted to ask you something,” I began, leaning against the counter, arms crossed loosely in front of me. “Back when you mentioned someone trying to interfere with your company—do you still think someone’s trying to take it over?”Damian scratched the back of his neck, looking thoughtful. “I did,” he said carefully. “Before, there were a lot of unusual movements. Strange buyout offers, shady investors trying to snag minor shares—nothing illegal, but definitely calculated. It felt like someone was testing the waters, se
The next few days felt like a breath of fresh air. It was as if the weight that had been pressing down on my chest had finally lifted, the storm inside me settling into something calmer, more manageable. Alaric hadn’t betrayed me. He hadn’t chosen Celeste over me. I had been wrong, and the truth had set everything into motion again.Work became easier, too. I could focus on the tasks in front of me without that constant knot of anxiety twisting my stomach. The reports, the meetings—everything seemed more like routine again instead of a battleground.But there was still Celeste.Every time I passed her in the halls, my stomach churned, and my gaze followed her as she clung to Alaric’s side like a vine. Her hand was always on his arm; her laughter was too loud, too eager. I hated seeing them together. It was like a punch to the gut, a reminder of everything I’d been afraid of, everything I’d once thought was true.Still, I managed to keep my composure. I focused on my work, on keeping m
His words sink deep into my chest, unraveling something raw inside me. He would do it again—a thousand times over. A shuddering breath escapes me as I stare into his golden eyes, dark and unreadable, yet filled with something that makes my heart ache. I don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s inevitable. But in the next breath, I’m in his arms. His lips claim mine with a desperate intensity, as if he’s trying to brand his presence into my very soul. I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, his other hand sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. A gasp slips from my lips, but he swallows the sound, deepening the kiss, drinking me in. Heat coils low in my stomach, a wildfire igniting between us. Every touch, every caress, is unspoken emotion—frustration, longing, relief. My hands wander over his back, memorizing the way his muscles tense under my fingertips. He’s warm, solid, real. I tilt my head back as his lips move down my jaw, traili
"Why must you be so stubborn?" he retorts, trying to shake me off, but he's so gentle that I could hold on to him with no effort. "This has nothing to do with you Anna"I tighten my grip on his shirt, refusing to back down. “It has everything to do with me,” I counter, my voice unwavering. “You think I don’t see it? The way you flinch when she touches you? The way your jaw clenches every time she’s near?”His eyes darken, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them, but it’s gone before I can name it.“You’re imagining things.”“Liar,” I breathe.His body tenses beneath my hands. I can feel it—the internal war raging inside him, the push and pull between whatever is holding him back and whatever part of him wants to tell me the truth.“Let go, Anna,” he says, but his fingers are still digging into my waist, still holding me close.I shake my head. “Not until you look me in the eye and tell me you love her.”Silence.A heavy, suffocating silence.His lips part slightly, but n
3rd Person POVCeleste smiled as she traced a finger down Alaric’s arm, relishing the way he tensed beneath her touch. He was always so rigid, so composed—but that was what made him perfect. Powerful, untouchable. And now, he was hers.Of course, that little slut was always lurking around, but it didn’t matter. Alaric belonged to her. He just didn’t realize it yet.She had loved him from the moment she first saw him, standing tall in the middle of a lavish gala, looking as if he ruled the world. And maybe he did. He had that presence, that quiet dominance that made everyone take notice. Celeste had been drawn to him instantly. Love at first sight, they called it.But for her, she just didn't love him, she wanted to own him, and all she needed was an opportunity.And one man had given her exactly that.She hadn’t expected him—the stranger who had approached her one evening, speaking in riddles but making promises she couldn’t ignore. He had known things about her, her desperation, and