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.
ELIJAHI was seated in my library, the faint scent of old leather and aged paper hanging in the air. The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls lined with books. It was my sanctuary, my escape from the chaos that seemed to follow me wherever I went. But even here, peace was fleeting. Roger stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his expression grim. “You’re not going to like this,” he started, his voice low and cautious. I leaned back in my chair, the glass of whiskey in my hand untouched. “I already don’t like it, Roger. Just spit it out.” He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “Noel’s reopening the case. The one from five years ago.” My grip tightened around the glass, but I kept my face neutral. “What the hell is on his mind?” Roger shook his head, his expression unreadable. “Maybe to clean his name.”I let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “That’s the most stupid reason I’ve ever hea
"Do you want to come with us? You can come." I stopped midway when I heard Uncle Sandro’s voice echo from the hallway. Who could he be talking to? The irritation in the other voice gave it away almost immediately. "Why would I come, Sandro? Aren’t you a little stupid? Why would I put Farah’s competition above my company?” Edmund. Of course. “Chill,” Uncle Sandro replied, his tone light. “You sound defensive.” I couldn’t help but smirk at that, amused by how easily Uncle Sandro could rile him up. I continued walking toward them, holding my composure. “Farah only has two tickets, Uncle Sandro," I said as I approached. "One for me and one for you. Let’s go.” I didn’t bother sparing Edmund a single glance as I walked past him, brushing off his presence like he was nothing more than air."Your father looks like he wants to come with us. We should have convinced him—" I stopped in my tracks, turning to look at Uncle Sandro with a sarcastic glare. "No, he's not," I said flatly
I stilled.I fucking stilled!Eloise's hug made my heart jump out of my chest. Never in my life did I think I could still be this close to her after everything that happened—after all the chaos and the lies. Yet here she was, holding on to me like I was her lifeline.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. I felt her trembling, her body so small against mine, and it shattered something inside me. She was scared—no, terrified—and I hated that I couldn't protect her sooner.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She was trembling, her small frame shaking against mine. "The baby... My baby... Edmund..." she whispered, her voice breaking. I clenched my jaw, feeling the fear radiating off her. She was struggling to speak, her words barely making it out. "Shh," I said softly, brushing a hand over her back. "You’re safe now. Just breathe." She clung to me, and I held her tighter. No matter what, I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her or the
After changing into my normal clothes, I stepped out of the hospital room. I didn’t want to stay there any longer; the sterile walls and the beeping machines made me feel suffocated. As I opened the door and walked out, the first thing I saw was Noel and Elijah sitting in the hallway. They were seated so far apart, you’d think they were strangers. Both of them looked up at me at the same time, their expressions unreadable. I sighed internally. This was going to be exhausting. "I’m ready to leave," I said simply, avoiding their gazes as much as possible. I’m not really this dramatic before. I couldn’t even give a damn about everyone, but this... This pregnancy is so ugh! The baby is making me do things I’ve never done before—like hugging Elijah. Hugging! What the hell was that about?!I walked ahead of them, my pace steady, while Noel and Elijah trailed silently behind me. Their presence was heavy, but I ignored it. As we moved through the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice
When I opened my eyes, the sterile white ceiling greeted me, and the faint beeping of a heart monitor echoed in my ears. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh light. It didn’t take long for me to realize where I was—the hospital.I felt a soft squeeze on my hand and turned my head. Uncle Sandro was sitting beside me, his face etched with worry. "You’re awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and concern. "What... what happened?" My voice came out hoarse, my throat dry. "You passed out," he explained gently. "The stress got to you, Eloise. Edmund brought you here immediately after you collapsed." Edmund. My heart clenched at the mention of his name. The memories flooded back—the juice, Mila, his anger, and... his words about my child. "The baby..." My hand instinctively went to my stomach. Uncle Sandro smiled reassuringly. "The baby’s fine. You just need to rest. Stress isn’t good for either of you." I exhaled deeply, the tension in my chest loosening just a little.
The sound of clinking utensils filled the dining room. I glanced up from my plate, watching the two men sitting across from me. Elijah was focused on his food, his jaw tight, while Noel absently poked at his plate, his face unreadable. It wasn’t like them to be this... quiet. Usually, by this time, they’d already be throwing jabs at each other, turning dinner into some kind of verbal sparring match. But tonight, the tension in the air was heavy, and it felt suffocating. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. "Okay, what’s going on?" Both of them looked up, startled, but neither spoke. Elijah avoided my gaze, while Noel raised an eyebrow and shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing,” Noel said, stabbing a piece of chicken. “Why do you ask?” I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You two can’t go a meal without throwing insults at each other. This silence is deafening.” Elijah finally looked at me, his eyes softening just a little. "We’re just tired. Long day at work." "Sure," I sa
I pushed the door open without thinking, the anger bubbling inside me spilling over. "What the hell are you talking about, Noel?”I flung the closet door open, startling Noel mid-sentence. His eyes widened, his phone still pressed to his ear."Elijah..." he started, but I held up a hand to silence him."What the hell are you doing here, Noel? And why the fuck are you investigating my sister behind my back?" My voice was low but sharp, laced with barely controlled fury.He closed his phone, trying to put on a calm facade, but I could see the unease in his stance. "It's not what you think—”"It’s exactly what I think!" I snapped, taking a step closer. "You’re in my house, in my space, talking about my family like it’s your business."Noel didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened. "I’m doing this for Eloise. To protect her. Or have you forgotten about the attack?"I shook my head, my fists clenching at my sides. "I haven’t forgotten anything, Noel! But what are you doing? This sneaking aroun
"I'm really sorry, bro... I mean, it just really slipped off right off my tongue..." Rafael's voice was laced with guilt, but I barely registered his words.My mind was elsewhere, spinning with worst-case scenarios as I thought of Noel and Eloise alone in the penthouse. I hated the idea—no, I despised it. The thought of him lingering around her, being too close, too comfortable... it was enough to make my blood boil. “Elijah? Are you even listening?” Rafael waved a hand in front of my face, his brows furrowed.I shook my head, forcing myself back to the present. “Yeah, I heard you,” I muttered, though it was far from the truth. “You slipped up. Fine. Whatever.”“Wait, ‘whatever’? That’s it?” Rafael looked at me, confused. “I just told Mom about Eloise’s pregnancy, and you’re acting like it’s not a big deal?”“It’s not that,” I snapped, rubbing the back of my neck. “I just have other things on my mind right now.”Rafael leaned back, crossing his arms. “Other things? Like what?”I did
Every morning for the past few weeks, my day started the same way—puking my guts out in the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly how I envisioned pregnancy would be, but here I was, head over the toilet bowl, with my hair tied messily, praying for it to be over.As I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes wandered to my stomach. The small bump was starting to show, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to me, it was glaringly obvious. I looked...bloated, as if I had one too many meals at a buffet.I sighed, pulling down my shirt and walking out of the bathroom. The sight of Noel and Elijah already in the living room greeted me—like they always were. This weird cohabitation arrangement still felt strange, but at least they weren’t trying to kill each other. Well, not openly.“You two,” I called out as I passed by. “What’s for breakfast? Your baby’s hungry.”His head snapped up from his laptop, his brow furrowing. “My baby,” he corrected, standing up quickly. “And don’t worry
"You're telling me there's nothing? No backup, no traces, no footage at all?" I hissed into the phone, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence of my office."Yes, Sir," the man on the other end of the line replied, his tone cautious. "The system was compromised. Just like what happened on Hart's company night. Whoever did this knew what they were doing—they wiped everything clean.”I ran a hand down my face, frustration boiling in my veins. One week. One goddamn week, and we still had nothing to go on. The footage from that night was gone, and with it, any hope of finding the bastard who tried to kill Eloise."Keep digging," I snapped, pacing back and forth in my room. "Find another angle. Look into nearby establishments, traffic cameras—anything. I don’t care how long it takes or how much it costs. I want answers.”"Understood, Sir," the man said before the line went dead.I tossed my phone onto the bed and leaned against the edge of the desk, my head pounding. It wa
I knew this was exactly how they’d react.With a heavy sigh, I slammed myself onto the sofa, crossing my arms as I watched the two of them bicker like kids fighting over a toy.“This is ridiculous,” Elijah snapped, his hands flying up in frustration. “How is living together even a solution?!”“Exactly! I don’t want to live with you either,” Noel fired back, pointing a finger at Elijah. “And I sure as hell don’t trust you to be around Eloise 24/7.”I rolled my eyes, my patience hanging by a thread. “Are you two done?” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through their shouting.They both turned to me, momentarily stunned into silence.“Good,” I continued before either of them could start up again. “Because this isn’t about either of you. This is about the baby, and if you can’t set aside your egos, then maybe I’ll just raise this child on my own.”Elijah’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to the floor. Noel crossed his arms, but I noticed a flicker of guilt pass across his face.I leane