The car was quiet, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of paper as I handed over the pills. I glanced at the man beside me—tall, stoic, and expressionless as always. My private investigator. I hadn’t contacted him in years, but if there was anyone I trusted with this, it was him. “These,” I said simply, placing the small bag of pills in his gloved hand. “I need you to find out what they are and why he’s taking them.” He nodded once, his movements precise and mechanical, before slipping the bag into his coat pocket. Not a single word, not a single unnecessary gesture. That was what I liked about him—obedience without question. “And don’t let anyone trace this back to me. I want answers, but I don’t want complications.” Another nod. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror for a moment before returning to me. “Good,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “You’ll report back to me in person. No emails, no calls. You know the drill.” As the car pu
I glared at him sharply, pulling my dress back into place, my movements deliberate and precise. Before I could say anything, I heard him mutter a crisp curse under his breath. "You kissed me..." he said, his voice low, almost incredulous. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "So?" His jaw clenched as he pointed at me. "You kissed me with tongue, Eloise! What the hell was that?" I smirked, tilting my head. "Oh, relax. It was just a little experiment. I was proving a point—you're drunk." "I'm not drunk!" he barked, running a hand through his hair. "You—you can’t just do that!" "Why not?" I challenged, my tone calm but defiant. His eyes widened, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration, as if I’d just cursed him to his core. "Why not?! You don’t know the hell I went through this whole day, Eloise—" "So what?" I snapped, cutting him off. "Does kissing you make it worse? Does it add to your so-called hell, Elijah?" He stared at me, his lips pressed into a t
ELIJAH I couldn’t move. I stood there, frozen, exactly where Eloise had left me. The rain poured down, soaking me to the bone, but I didn’t care. It was as if the heavens were trying to comfort me—or mock me—I couldn’t tell anymore. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The cold didn’t bother me, but the ache in my chest did. Her words replayed in my head over and over again, stabbing me deeper every time. "You can never afford me in this lifetime, billionaire." I let out a bitter laugh, my voice cracking. “Afford you? Hell, I’ve already lost everything trying to have you.” The rain kept coming, but I didn’t move. I didn’t even try to shield myself. What was the point? For the first time in years, I felt completely empty. Eloise didn’t just leave me; she took every ounce of hope I had left.Confessing to her wasn’t part of my plan tonight—hell, it was never in my plans at all. I swore I’d take this secret to my grave. But the frustration, the anger, and the overwhelming
ELOISE I woke up to the loud, relentless banging on my door. The noise echoed through the room, and all I could do was groan in frustration. I pulled the pillow over my ears, hoping to drown it out, but it was no use. Edmund's booming, angry voice cut through like a knife. "Eloise! Open this door right now!" I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could just disappear. "Not today, old man," I muttered under my breath, pulling the pillow tighter over my head as if it could shield me from his booming voice. From outside, I heard one of the maids speak up, her voice soft but firm. "Sir, Ms. Eloise is still unwell. Perhaps it would be best to let her rest for now." My father’s response came sharp and impatient. "Unwell? She’s just making excuses! Tell her I won’t tolerate this laziness anymore! She needs to work for my company!" Their voices began to blur, fading into muffled echoes as I pressed the pillow harder against my ears. But it wasn’t enough to drown out the pounding in my
ELIJAHI couldn’t help but whistle, a triumphant smirk playing on my lips as one of the interns I bribed texted me: She ate it.“See? Told you it would work,” I muttered to myself, leaning back in my chair. My mind instantly pictured Eloise’s annoyed expression as she begrudgingly ate the food I sent her.I knew it wasn’t about the food itself—no, it was never that simple with Eloise. It was about getting under her skin, reminding her that I’m still here, no matter how hard she tries to push me away.“Mr. Dawson, your 2 PM meeting is about to start,” my assistant reminded me, poking her head through the door.I nodded, grabbing my tablet, but my thoughts lingered on Eloise. I couldn’t deny that I was petty sometimes, but damn, the satisfaction I felt knowing she couldn’t completely ignore me was worth it.As I walked to the conference room, I checked my phone again, half-hoping for a text from her—maybe a complaint, maybe a sarcastic thank-you, anything. But my screen remained blank.
I could still feel his lips on my forehead. Not that I wanted to. It lingered like an unwelcome shadow, a reminder of something I didn’t ask for.The car slowed to a stop outside my office building, and I climbed in without much thought, tossing my bag onto the seat beside me. My sister's driver greeted me politely, but I barely nodded in response, my attention elsewhere. I was tired, my mind dulled by the weight of unfinished tasks and Elijah's unexpected gesture.I glanced at the blazer beside me. It was neatly folded, its rich fabric a stark contrast to the mess of papers and files I’d crammed into my bag. The faint scent of Elijah’s cologne clung to it, sharp and deliberate, much like the man himself.I leaned back against the seat, arms crossed. "I knew it—he has too much time to create drama," I muttered to myself, my tone dry.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, but I ignored him. Elijah’s blazer sat there like it had its own presence, heavy and unavoidable. I
Three days. Three damn days of silence from Eloise. She had blocked my number again, for how many times, leaving me with no other option but to send her lunch—my only way of reminding her that I’m still here, no matter how hard she tries to push me away. For three straight days, I’d bribed the same intern to make sure the food reached her desk. But did she even eat it? Did she appreciate it? Or was she throwing it out just to spite me? “Are you even listening, Elijah?” Michelle’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked, shifting my focus to the woman sitting across from me in the conference room. Michelle had been going on and on about the new collaborative project we were working on. Something about strategies, partnerships—hell if I knew. “Of course,” I lied, giving her a small nod. Michelle narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Right. Then what did I just say?” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Something about... leveraging assets?” She groaned, tossi
I was right outside Noel’s office, holding a stack of papers and mentally cursing my life choices, when his voice sliced through the silence. "Good morning, Miss Secretary." I didn’t even bother looking up. I kept my hands busy, sorting through the documents as if they were the most important thing in the world. "Morning," I muttered, my tone clipped. "You seem... cheerful today," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just radiating joy, can't you tell?" He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. "I can see that. It’s refreshing, really." I rolled my eyes and went back to my task. "If you don’t need anything, maybe let me get back to my actual work?" "Oh, but I do need something," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. I paused, glancing at him suspiciously. "What now?”"A smile like this." Noel grinned widely, like he was auditioning for a toothpaste commercial.
The walls were white. Too white. Too clean. Too quiet.I sat on the hospital bed, my hands resting on my lap, fingers unmoving. My eyes stared ahead, but I wasn't really seeing anything. Everything felt distant. Muted. Like the world decided to move on without me.I could hear Elijah’s voice somewhere near the door, low and serious. He was speaking to a doctor, their words blurring together until I finally caught one thing clearly—“They’re both okay.”They were talking about me and the baby.I’m okay.The baby is okay.But why didn’t it feel like it?My chest felt hollow. Heavy. Like something had been scooped out of me and all that was left was the echo of his voice.Matthew…He died in my arms.I keep replaying it—his last words, his final breath, the way his eyes dimmed as if the light just flickered out of his soul. And I just kept crying, screaming his name, begging a God I wasn’t even sure I believed in anymore.I didn’t get to say sorry.I didn’t get to tell him that I truly lo
We arrived at the edge of the abandoned building, the air thick with tension and dust. The place was rotting, every window shattered, every wall covered in graffiti. But it was quiet—too quiet. The men we brought with us started to spread out, silently taking their positions, blending into the shadows. I felt the weight of every second pressing down on me. My jaw clenched. My fists itched. My heart pounded with one thing in mind—Eloise.I glanced at Matthew, who gave me a nod. Even now, even with everything he was carrying, he was calm. Focused. We didn’t exchange words. We didn’t need to. We were here for one thing. And nothing was going to stop us.We didn’t go in right away.The building loomed ahead like a sleeping beast, silent and dangerous. But I knew better. It wasn’t sleeping. It was waiting.Matthew came up beside me, crouched low behind the broken wall we were using for cover. "Two on the left," he murmured. "Three more near the back, guarding the exits."I nodded once.
While waiting for Matthew, I sat on the couch. Eliana climbed beside me, wrapping her arms around mine like she always did. I kissed the top of her head.Eloah stood by the window, stiff and silent.“El…” I called softly.He didn’t look at me.“I know you’re mad. I messed up. I’m sorry.”Still nothing. I stood and walked to him. “I never stopped thinking about you. Or your sister. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I hurt you instead. I’ll make it right.”Eloah finally looked at me. “You leave, Mommy… alone…”His voice cracked, and it felt like someone punched me straight in the chest.“I know,” I said quietly. “And I hate myself for that every day.”He blinked fast, trying to hold back whatever he was feeling. “I cry… every night.”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay still. “I’m sorry, El. I didn’t mean to hurt your Mommy. Or you.”He looked down, fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t leave again.”“I won’t,” I said instantly. “Not ever again.”There was a beat of silence
In a second, I’m already clutching his collar. We both look each other in the eyes, and I can see… that we do indeed have the same eyes.The same. Even the kind of anger we’re both trying to hold back.Rafael and Venice gasp behind me—they can feel the tension, thick in the air. But I don’t care. My heart’s beating like a war drum in my chest, and it’s not just anger. It’s confusion. Betrayal. Pain.“She’s pregnant,” he finally says, almost like a whisper.Venice lets out a sharp breath behind me. Rafael stays silent.“What did you just say?” I ask, my voice shaking.“She’s pregnant, Elijah,” he repeats, louder this time. “Eloise is carrying your child.”It feels like something exploded inside me. I don’t even know if it’s anger, happiness, or fear. Maybe all of them.“Don’t mess with me,” I say, shoving him back slightly, though I don’t let go. “If she’s pregnant, why didn’t she tell me?! Why the hell are you the one telling me and not her?!”“Because she didn’t plan to,” he answers.
“What do you mean Uncle Sandro died?!” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended.I was gripping my phone so tight my knuckles turned white.Rafael's voice on the other end was shaky. “Elijah… Noel found him. He got in the way while trying to protect Farah. He didn’t make it.”I froze. The words didn’t register at first. My chest rose and fell as the air seemed to thicken around me.“No,” I muttered. “No, that can’t be.”“I’m sorry,” Rafael said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He died a hero.”I ran a hand down my face, feeling the sting in my eyes. I turned away, making sure Eloah and Eliana couldn’t see me fall apart."What about Farah?" I asked, my voice low and tight. "Where is she now? Is she safe?"Rafael sighed on the other line. "She’s safe, Elijah. She's in Spain… with Matthew and Eloise. Matthew picked her up the moment he found out Uncle Sandro was gone."My jaw clenched. Spain. With them.Of course he’d go to her. Of course she’d be there too.I closed my eyes and lea
“Elijah, what is this?!” Uncle Sandro’s voice boomed behind me, his cane tapping loudly against the pavement as he approached the car. “You’re seriously taking the kids? At this hour?”I didn’t stop packing Eliana’s small pink backpack into the backseat. Then came Eloah’s toy dinosaur. I refused to look at him. If I did, I’d lose it.“Elijah!” he shouted again, this time grabbing my arm tightly. “Listen to me, son. Don’t do this—don’t take them away like this.”I clenched my jaw. “I’m not taking them away. I’m protecting them.”“From what? Eloise?! From their own mother?” His eyes were wide with disbelief. “You’re angry—I understand that. But don’t use the kids. Don’t pretend they’re not hurting too!”Finally, I met his eyes—mine glassy, but cold. “She made her choice, Uncle. She chose Matthew. Again. Do you know how many times I’ve endured that? How many times I caught her when she let go? I waited. I stayed. I kept hoping.” I let out a bitter laugh. “And still, it wasn’t enough.”Un
My vision was blurry, my head pounding with every step they dragged me through the hallway. The coldness of the cement wall, the smell of metal and rot—it all screamed prison. But the only thing that mattered to me right now… was the tiny life inside me.I curled into myself the moment they threw me into a small, dimly lit room and slammed the metal door shut behind them. The silence was deafening. My arms shook as I held my stomach, whispering through gritted teeth."You’re okay… please be okay."Tears slid down my cheeks as I leaned my head against the cold wall, swallowing the pain. The baby… my baby. I couldn’t let anything happen. Not again. Not like with everything else I failed to protect.Noel thinks I’m weak. He thinks bruises and fear will make me bend. But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know what a mother becomes when you threaten her child.He will know soon.I jolted awake at the sudden sound of the door creaking. My body tensed, thinking it was one of Noel’s men again. B
I can endure anything. Anything in this world. But the thought of my child suffering and getting hurt will be the end of me. The end of my sanity.Let them take my name. Let them strip me of my pride, of the company, of everything I’ve built, of everything she built. Let them break my body, tie my hands, chain my freedom—but not my children. Not Eliana’s soft laugh. Not Eloah’s gentle eyes. They are the last pure thing I have. The last reminder that something good still exists inside of me.If Noel touches even a strand of their hair, I swear—he won't just face a grieving mother. He'll face a monster he created with his own hands. One he's not ready for.Because if I have to burn this whole world just to keep them safe… I will.Noel’s smirk only grew wider, clearly enjoying the control he had over me.“Ah, there it is,” he said, his voice mockingly soft. “I hit a nerve, didn’t I? You see, Eloise, this is the kind of leverage I have over you. Your love for your children, your weakness
I was seated on a cold chair, my hands tightly bound behind my back. I didn’t feel fear—or maybe I’d just gotten used to it. In front of me, Noel was pacing back and forth like he was putting a plan together in his head. He was holding a folder, and with every step closer, I could hear the slight crack of his clenched knuckles.“You know,” he began, staring at me, “I’ve waited years for this.”I didn’t respond. I just looked straight at him, right into his eyes. I didn’t blink. I didn’t flinch.He opened the folder. Photos. Documents. Papers I couldn’t quite make out. “All of this, Eloise,” he said as he spread them out on the table between us, “is proof of how weak you are as the heiress of your mother’s company.”I smiled bitterly. “That’s funny. Because while you were collecting those, I was figuring out how to bring you down without even having to touch a single gun.”He paused. Then grinned. “So you’re brave now?”“I’m not brave, Noel,” I answered, my voice hoarse but firm. “I’m