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By the time I arrive at the office the next morning, I’ve already convinced myself that today will be different. That I won’t let Dwight Spencer affect me. That I won’t let the past creep into the present.It’s a lie, of course.I’m still unsettled from last night—Ethan’s words, the realization that he’s right. That Dwight didn’t die, didn’t have an accident, didn’t lose his memory. He simply left. And now, I’m expected to work with him as if none of it happened.A young woman intercepts me the moment I step into the building. She’s bright-eyed and enthusiastic, looking a few years younger than me.“You must be Miss Carrington,” she says, offering a cheerful smile. “I’m Ava. I’ve been assigned as your assistant.”I nod, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”“It’s nice to meet you too.” Her eyes scan my hair with pure admiration. “I had been told I’d know you by the color of your hair. You have the most gorgeous hair.”I chuckle, feeling a little conscious as I pat down my natural aubu
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At exactly eleven, I stand outside Dwight Spencer’s office, inhaling deeply before knocking.“Come in,” his voice calls from inside.I push the door open and step in, immediately met with the sight of him. Dwight Spencer, composed and effortlessly put together, sits behind his desk in a navy-blue suit. His eyes meet mine, sharp and unreadable.I shut the door behind me, keeping my stance firm. “Let’s make this quick.”He doesn’t acknowledge my hostility. Instead, he gestures to the chair in front of him. “Sit.”I hesitate for a moment, then walk toward the chair. I’m here to do business, not engage in petty power plays. I sit, adjusting the hem of my blouse as I settle into the chair, making sure I’m as professional as possible. This is work. Nothing else.His gaze remains steady, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he’s looking at me differently. Dwight always had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room—whether it was his commanding presence or the intense, quiet wa
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The hours seem to drag on as I sit in the conference room, mentally preparing for the meeting. Ava is there, assisting with the setup, and I can see the eagerness in her eyes. She’s new to this corporate world, and I can’t help but appreciate her enthusiasm and dedication.The door opens, and my father steps inside with a few of his board members following him. His sharp gaze scans the room before settling on me, his expression unreadable. He takes his seat at the table, and the room falls into quiet anticipation. I can feel his presence—always commanding, always expecting perfection.“Leah,” my father greets me with a curt nod, his voice low. He doesn’t need to say more; his words always carry weight.“Dad,” I reply, keeping my tone neutral, though the knot in my stomach tightens. I quickly look around the room, avoiding his eyes for a moment to steady myself. The tension between us is palpable, and I’m acutely aware of every glance from the board members.The door opens again, and D
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Leah's POVBy the time I return home, exhaustion clings to me like a second skin. The weight of the meeting, my father’s expectations, and Dwight’s unshakable presence have drained every ounce of energy I have left. All I want is to slip into my bed, shut the world out, and pretend for just a moment that none of this is happening.But as soon as I step inside, I freeze.Sitting cross-legged on my couch, arms folded, and an unmistakable look of impatience on her face is Cece. Her foot taps against the floor in a slow, deliberate rhythm—the universal sign that I’m about to get an earful.I hadn't seen her since our last meetup, where she'd announced her engagement to Shaun.“Leah,” she says in that clipped tone that immediately makes me feel guilty. “You forgot.”I blink at her, my mind racing. “Forgot what?”Cece’s eyes narrow as she gestures dramatically. “Our weekly coffee date. The one we’ve been having every Thursday for the past three years. The one you never forget. Until today.”
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Leah’s POVThe next morning, I arrive at the office with a renewed sense of purpose. If I’m going to work alongside Dwight Spencer, I refuse to let him—or anyone else—see me as anything less than composed, confident, and in control. My attire is deliberate: a fitted white blouse, high-waisted black pencil skirt, and nude heels. My hair is styled in soft waves, framing my face perfectly, and my makeup is flawless yet subtle.I step through the sleek glass doors, making eye contact with the receptionist, whose mouth forms an "O" as I strut by, my expression unreadable.Then I see him.Dwight stands in the corridor, engaged in conversation with his staff. His stance is as composed as ever—hands tucked into his pockets, suit perfectly tailored to his form, exuding power and authority. But the moment his gaze lifts and lands on me, something shifts.His words falter. His expression remains neutral, but his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—betray him for the briefest second.Desire.It flicker
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Dwight’s POVThe morning starts like any other—meetings, reports, and the usual cycle of decisions that keep this company running at the level I expect. I like order, structure, control. It’s the only way to ensure success in a world where emotions and sentimentality make people weak.Jordan and I are having a short conversation in the hallway about phony accounts on social media exploiting unsuspecting customers who leave bad reviews on our website when Leah walks in.I see her the moment she steps through the glass doors, the click of her heels sharp against the polished floor. She moves with confidence, her posture poised, her expression unreadable. But it’s her appearance that makes something in me still.She looks stunning.A white blouse, crisp and professional, yet fitting her just enough to hint at the curves I once knew too well. A sleek black pencil skirt that hugs her form, paired with heels that add just the right amount of height. That hair, that familiar, beautiful aubur
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Leah’s POVThe conference room is already occupied when I arrive, its sleek, minimalist design almost sterile in the early morning light. The long table gleams under the soft glow of recessed lighting, and the air is crisp with the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee. Dwight sits at the head of the table, the embodiment of control, his fingers skimming across the edges of neatly stacked documents. His suit—perfectly tailored as always—fits him with an effortless confidence, a stark contrast to the controlled tension in his posture.The large windows behind him filter sunlight through sheer blinds, casting fragmented patterns on the polished surface of the table. It’s almost poetic—the way the light struggles to break through, much like the past that lingers between us, unspoken yet undeniable.He doesn’t glance up immediately, but I know he’s aware of my presence. He always was—back then and even now.“Ms. Carrington,” he greets finally, his voice as smooth and measured a
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Leah’s POVThe rhythmic click of my heels echoes through the hallway as I make my way back to my office, my thoughts still tangled in the tension of the meeting. I should be focusing on the campaign, on strategy and execution, but my mind keeps drifting back to Dwight—his sharp gaze, the way his fingers curled ever so slightly when our hands almost touched, the weight of my name on his lips.I shake off the thoughts as I push open the glass door to my workspace. The familiar scent of vanilla and fresh paper greets me, a stark contrast to the cold, corporate air of the conference room. My assistant, Naomi, is already at her desk, fingers flying over her keyboard, but the moment she sees me, she pauses, eyes sparkling with curiosity."Welcome back, Leah." Propping her chin on her hand, she asks, "How did it go?"I set my folder down, exhaling as I lower myself into my chair. "Productive," I say, keeping my tone neutral. "I pretty much will be heading the advertising department for the d
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(Leah’s POV)The phone sits in my palm, the screen illuminated with a single voicemail notification.Dad.My thumb hovers over the play button, hesitating, even though I know I have no choice but to listen. There’s a quiet, sinking feeling in my chest as I prepare myself for what’s coming. My father never leaves voicemails. If he calls and I don’t pick up, he simply moves on—because Felix Carrington does not repeat himself.But this time, he did.I press play.Static crackles for a moment before his voice comes through, deep and controlled, but unmistakably tight."Leah."He pauses."Call me back when you get this."Another pause. A sharp exhale. His next words are quieter, rougher around the edges."I need to know you’re alright."And then, the voicemail ends.I sit there, frozen, the weight of those five words sinking into me. I need to know you’re alright.It’s not an order. Not a command. It’s something else. Something I’m not used to hearing from him.Something close to worry.My
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Dwight’s POVThe hum of the jet is steady, a low vibration that fills the silence. But Dwight isn’t listening to it. He’s gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turn white.Two workshops. Gone.The first call had been bad enough—a fire, a total loss. But the second? That was no accident. He knows it deep in his gut.He leans back in his seat, staring at the glass of whiskey untouched on the table before him. His mind is racing, threading through every possibility, every enemy he’s made over the years.This wasn’t some random misfortune. Someone did this.The problem is, he doesn’t know who.Glimmr has competitors, plenty of them. People who’d love to see him fail, even if they don’t know he’s the one pulling the strings behind the brand. But outright sabotage? Arson? That’s a different level of hostility.And whoever did it made sure there was nothing left behind. No trace. No evidence of arson. No trails.Scrubbed clean.Dwight exhales sharply and presses the call button. He
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Ethan’s POV“Is it done?”“Yes, sir.”“Good,” I mutter.The world sees chaos as an accident. A tragic, unfortunate event.I see it as strategy.My glass rests against my lips, the whiskey burning down my throat as I watch the city below. A storm of lights flickers through the skyline, but my mind is elsewhere—on a different kind of fire. One that has already turned a part of Dwight’s empire to ash.I set the glass down with a quiet clink, my pulse steady, my satisfaction quiet but absolute.This moment should feel like victory. And in many ways, it is. The first strike has been made. A calculated, well-executed move that no one will suspect. By morning, the news will break—one of Glimmr’s major workshops, up in flames, reduced to nothing but ash and twisted metal.A tragic accident, they’ll call it.An unfortunate loss.And Dwight?He’ll know better.That’s the beauty of it. No one will point fingers. There will be no investigations, no trails leading back to me. Just whispers. Just u
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Dwight’s POVLeah’s words cut through me like a blade, sharp and precise, leaving behind a wound that refuses to close."You never gave me a chance to choose."She’s still looking at me, her eyes burning with hurt, anger, and something else—something unspoken but undeniably there. The weight of it settles in my chest, suffocating, pressing down with the full force of every mistake I’ve made.I rake a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. I had thought leaving had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. But standing here, seeing the pain my absence caused her, knowing that I was the reason she spent years believing she wasn’t enough—it’s unbearable.And yet, even now, with so much standing between us, I can’t stop looking at her.She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.The silk of her nightwear clings to her in a way that makes it impossible not to notice every curve, every dip of her body. The soft glow from the lamp casts a warm hue across her skin, highlighting the deli
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Leah’s POVThe night drags on, stretching endlessly as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep remains elusive, chased away by the endless cycle of thoughts circling in my head. No matter how much I try to push them away, they keep coming back—Dwight’s words, Cece’s questions, the gnawing uncertainty that refuses to let me rest.I turn onto my side, gripping the sheets. The weight of everything presses down on me. I had spent years believing Dwight had chosen to leave. Years convincing myself that, for some reason, I wasn’t enough to make him stay. And now, with one revelation, the past has been rewritten.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to slow my racing heart.I had searched for him. After he disappeared, I had called, emailed, even gone to his office. But I had always been met with silence, with a void where he should have been. Eventually, I had stopped searching. I had forced myself to move on.But had I really?If I had, why does it still hurt this much?I exhale sharply and
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Leah’s POVThe silence in my hotel room feels heavier now.I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone, but my mind is still caught in the last hour—still replaying Dwight’s words over and over."I was taken, Leah. Held captive. Tortured."I press my palms against my temples, my breathing uneven.Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that would help calm me. I step into the glass stall and switch on the overhead shower, sighing as the lukewarm water pelts my skin.But even the heady sensation of warm water does nothing to quell the endless thoughts swirling in my head.I don’t know how to process this.I can’t process this.Dwight was taken. Not just gone—not just choosing to leave—but forcibly removed from my life. It’s the kind of revelation that should change everything.And yet, somehow, it changes nothing.So much time has passed. Why did he not reach out? I had been waiting. Hoping. Praying.I'd anticipated his return. Dreamt of it. But I'd never gotten it. Maybe if he had r
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Leah’s POVThe silence is unbearable.It stretches between us, thick, suffocating, pressing in on my chest like an unseen force. It’s the kind of silence that drowns out even the loudest thoughts, leaving behind only the weight of what has been said—and what hasn’t.Dwight hasn’t moved.He stands near the window, his posture tense, his hands curled into fists. His eyes are distant, unreadable, locked somewhere beyond the present moment. But I know what he’s thinking. I can feel it in the air between us.He’s regretting this.Not the truth. Not telling me. But being here. Standing in front of me. Giving me a piece of himself that he had sworn to keep buried.And I… I don’t know what to do with it.The truth has changed everything. And yet, it has changed nothing at all.Then, a sharp, jarring sound shatters the silence.My phone.The sudden vibration against the glass coffee table sends a ripple through the stillness, a stark contrast to the heaviness in the room.I flinch.My eyes dro
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Leah’s POVI don’t move.I don’t breathe.Because if I do, if I allow myself even a single moment to process what Dwight just said, I might fall apart completely."I never stopped loving you, Leah. Not even for a second."The words echo in my head, twisting through every thought, every memory, every year I spent believing the opposite.He never stopped loving me.My pulse is wild and erratic, a sharp contrast to the way my body feels—numb, weightless, and disconnected from reality.I spent years hating him for something he never did.I spent years grieving a man who wasn’t dead.A tremor runs through me. My throat tightens, but I force myself to speak, to push through the suffocating fog in my mind."You were… abducted?" I ask, even though he has said it already. Maybe, I need to be told repeatedly until I realize that this is no dream.Dwight nods, slow, deliberate.The confirmation punches the air from my lungs.My stomach twists. "By who?"Silence.A long, heavy silence that stretc
