Aiden's POVThe cold of the air brought in on my coat was what I first felt that morning as I walked into my office. My head was tumbling over because of the present crisis. All that occupied my mind was that missing file into an entity. In one week, we were to declare the new project, and without that document, we were doomed.It was all there: our research, our plans-what the essence of our next big move was. It felt like everything was at risk, considering that it was falling into the wrong hands, hostile ones, no less. I felt that weight like a vice pressed upon my chest.I slung my briefcase onto the couch and leaned back in my chair, rubbing at my temples. This was a disaster. How had things taken such a turn for the worse? How did we let something this big just slip right through our fingers?The door to my office creaked open and Chloe stepped inside-her face etched with concern, yet with that calculating edge always carried."Aiden," she said in a soft tone, closing the door
Tessa's POVLike, for the hundredth time again, I stared with venom in my eyes and reading that article as my heart pounded in my chest. The rival company had just stolen namely our project and was now representing it as their very own. The project we worked so hard for was now theirs.I felt sick in the stomach, knowing that Aiden and the entire board would point a firm finger at me for being this thief.How could this happen?I flung my phone onto the couch as I began pacing up and down the length of the living room, my back against the walls that were beginning to close in on me. The weight fell right upon my shoulders. By now, he probably despised me. It didn't help that he had that document carrying my name all over it,directly linking me with the rival company. But the truth was, I knew I hadn't done all that.Whatever it took, I had to clear my name."Dang it," I muttered running my hand through my hair.All that ran in my head was who might have set me up. Every minute running
Aiden's P.O.V.I was sitting at the head of the large conference table, rubbing my temples as the PR team buzzed around me-quite literally, the table littered with papers of mock-ups of press releases and plans for crisis management of what was fast turning out to be a nightmare.The time it took them to copy the design of our product, they were right in front and positioning so that when the time came for launching, we could only look on and couldn't even think about reclaiming any credit. With each passing second now, it was turning tough not to let time weigh me down."Mr. Gray," one of the PR chiefs urgently said, "we simply have to get out in front of this story. Do nothing fast and their launch will eclipse ours and leave us nothing to pick up after.”"I know," I returned, flipping through the drafts they'd prepared. "Just that we need hard proof that the product is ours.”The other PR member piped in, "We are in the process of getting that proof but in the meantime there's an a
Tessa's POVI spent the entire day trying to call back, trying to distract myself with whatever there was to be done other than not obsessing over the disaster my life was turning out to be. I arranged papers, reread emails that didn't make sense, made several cups of tea that I didn't drink.But no matter how hard I tried to keep myself busy, that knot just wouldn't go away. The more each hour crawled by, the further each feeling fell into chaos, with nothing to be done in the way of stopping or slowing it.It wasn't until then that the phone finally rang and I clutched onto the device like a lifeline. When Jack's name came up on the display, my heart indeed skipped a beat from hope-this finally could be good news, something, anything, to clear my name."Jack," I breathed, answering on the first ring as I paced the length of my apartment. "What'd you find?"The line went silent, and I could already feel it, the bad news."I-I looked into it, Tessa," he started with a bit of an edge i
Damien's POVI had been staring at the anonymous phone still clutched in my hand, my finger pressed against the screen until it clicked onto the call button. It was the press hounding for more feed ever since the news hit about the leaked documents scandal, and I was more than happy to give them yet another meal. Ring one, two, until finally there was a voice answering on the other end."Hello?" The voice was eager, expectant.I grinned to myself, settling back on my couch. "I've got something for you. Tessa Mill's address."The reporter practically jumped through the phone. "You have her address? You're sure?""Oh, I'm sure," I said, so smugly. "She's laying low, but for not long. There is so much more to this story than you know, in hiding from the press. Far deeper, the leaks, the documents, are going."I almost heard him take down his notes and scratch that pen across the paper on the other end of the line."More news," I concluded, an afterthought. "She was working with the rival
Tessa's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen of the laptop in front of me as words on the page blurred in and out of focus. Jack's words still rang in my head: Somebody used my computer. Somebody framed me. The evidence was gone. Everything else pointed to me as the culprit.Inside, I was crying due to panic; I just couldn't let him get away with destroying everything it took me so much to build up. My career and reputation would go down in flames in just that split of a second if I did nothing. But what could I do? Wasn't onto any lead or anything concrete which could clear my name, it was just that gut feeling telling me Damien was behind it all.Otherwise, I could not have sat with ransom held in my house while he went about taking me apart piecemeal. I wanted to know what was going on, and more than that, a confrontation with him.I did now that my mind was finally made up. I took my coat, telephone, and ran out of my apartment, hailed a cab, and off it went. Wi
Aiden's POVAll this was too surreal to be real, vulture reporters swooping down at Tessa's apartment, camera flashes and a cacophony of microphones trying to capture the sound of someone saying something, hell. All the repercussions swam through my head; she would never be able to get away from them, the press tore people apart and ripped them to shreds.I wrung the leather steering wheel and parked down the street from her building. Over my dead body were they going to do that to Tessa.Actually, I did. I called a few people I could trust, people who would be able to extract her with no suspicions. They would take her out, but she would never know it was me doing this. Not after everything that went down, after I had doubted her at the most crucial time. She would never let me willingly help her again. But still, I needed to make sure she was okay, even from afar.From where my car was parked, I had a clearer view of the building. Hundreds of reporters at the entrance all pushing an
Tessa's POVIt wasn't until I pulled back the curtains that my heart hit the bottom of my stomach. They were everywhere, reporters, camera crews, microphones all jammed against the face of whomever was brave enough to walk past the building. Tears welled up in my eyes at their gaze upon my own apartment.I stepped away from the window, my breath catching in my chest. This can't be happening.Arms crossed over my chest, I began to feel the walls closing in. Those headlines of the articles still swirled in my head, the accusations, the lies, they just wanted a piece of me, to make my life another media circus. If I stepped out there, my reputation, what was left of it, would go down the drain.I couldn't stay here. But where could I go? Without anyone seeing me. Not with all those cameras.My phone buzzed, breaking thoughts. I snatched it off the table, hoping it was someone with good news—Jack, maybe, with some kind of solution, a way to clear my name. But when I saw the number, it was
TESSA'S POVSunlight streamed through the huge window panes of our house onto the invitations laid across the dining table. I sat with a pen in hand, writing down final guest names, while Aiden leaned against the counter sipping his coffee."We could just elope, you know," he joked, the corner of one lip tugging upwards with a mischievous smirk.I turned a mock glare his way. "After all this planning? Not in your life, Aiden GRAY. We're doing this properly."He laughed, setting his mug down as he ambled over to me. "Properly, huh? That's why you've been vetoing half my suggestions?""You wanted a firework display during the vows!" I reminded him, laughing.“And what’s wrong with that? It would’ve been epic.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple. “But fine, no fireworks. As long as you’re there, it’ll be perfect.”It was what he said that always made my heart flutter, and the words this time were not an exception. It was one of those weddings that put me into anticipation and j
AIDEN'S POVMonths melted away.Weirdly, life went on since it all came crashing down. It had been months since Damien's death, Chloe leaving the city, Tessa and me over his grave saying our goodbyes. Time didn't heal everything; that it never could. But the space it gave. to breathe, rebuild, and put pieces of our lives back into place-was something all of us had desperately needed.That, with me and Tessa, gradually slipped into rhythm, and whatever in our daily life had disappeared with time turned into the time worth living. The daily morning coffee on the balcony, the late evening lying on the couch curled up, making small talks about the future-this had become a routine thing with us. Indeed, chaos seemed to bypass us somehow, yet the shadows took one corner of my mind with the coming night.But as I watched Tessa, humming to herself and arranging flowers in the sitting room, it suddenly hit me-the ton of bricks they say are always used in such situations. I loved her; I had alw
AIDEN'S POVI did not want to come here. I had told myself that I wouldn't-that some things quite simply were not worth a second chance. But here we were. Tessa stood beside me, her hand in mine, as we walked through the cemetery toward Damien's grave. The wind was cold, a bite into my skin, but nothing compared to the chill now setting into my chest.There it lay, the newly turned soil, the headstone, and the blunt inscription stating his name: "Damien Gray." Seemed so … normal. No great sentences of poetically flowing verbiages, no flowery platitudes of an exaggerated regard. A plain, uneventful name to denote an end of the life so full of promise to me and torn by just so many things… in particular by myself.I had stopped in front of the grave, said nothing. All these emotions warred in my brain, jumbling anger, guilt, sorrow. And it wasn't just because of what happened to him. It was for everything, things that could have gone differently, which I should have done."Do you think
TESSA'S POVChloe sat up against the mountain of pillows that propped her back. Her skin was a dull white; those alert features dulled by exhaustion and pain. When her gaze locked with mine, something flickered over her face-shame, perhaps? Regret?"Tessa," she husked out, her voice husky, yet steady. "I didn't expect you to be here.”"I did," I said, stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind me, and the soft hum of machinery in the room served to fill the brief moment of silence.A minute swept by with neither of us speaking. I had absolutely no idea where to begin, while Chloe seemed to fish for the right words. Then she spoke.“I'm so sorry," Chloe said, her voice breaking. She looked down at her hands, which were twisting the hospital blanket over and over in a nervous fashion. "For everything. For what I did to you. For what I let Damien do.”Her words were like a wave, and all the anger and hurt I'd been trying to bury surfaced. I crossed my arms, my voice sharper than I mea
AIDEN'S POVIt all boiled down to me standing against cold brick outside of a hospital. The sharp night air almost nipped my skin but couldn't take away what had been brewing inside of me since the night Damien was finally gone.Dead.The word reverberated in my mind, hollow yet heavy. He had not reached the hospital. Just a few minutes later, when the ambulance had speedily gone away from the warehouse, the police confirmed that my brother was no longer alive. In the pit of my chest, a tussle between relief and guilt twisted itself into this sensation, which has made me so ill.I stared upwards, trying to make sense of the darkened sky. It was a path he'd chosen, wasn't it? He'd refused every olive branch, clung to his rage, and let it consume him. Still, a part of me couldn't help but ask: What if?The sound of footsteps pulled me from my reverie. Tessa came forward, her face ashen, eyes red-rimmed from crying. She wrapped her arms around her middle, as if holding herself to protect
AIDEN'S POVThe ropes chafing my wrists were heaved into the painfully darkened room by two of Damien's men. My rib cage was racing, pounding within me like a war drum, as my eyes coursed over every inch, scanning the space for her. The echoes of my footsteps rattled through this large, high-ceilinged area, joined by the smothering tension in the air.Then I see her.“Tessa!” screams my hoarse voice in desperation while seeing her tied around the chair, white faced, and tear streaks covering it, her arms bound behind her back, a gag over her mouth, muffling her cries while her big terrified eyes remained fixed on mine, imploring for help.It came finally with the breaking of the silence from Damien's cruel laughter. "Well, well, your Prince Charming is finally here.""Let her go, Damien," I said, shaking all over with anger mixed with fear.Damienne cocked his head to one side, his face a mockery. "And miss this little family reunion? I don't think so.”Damien started to circle me wit
TESSA'S POVThe stench of that dark room shredded through my senses. My wrists throbbed, sore where the coarse ropes had lacerated into the skin, and with each weak inhalation, it was like the final one that could break this tenuous will hanging by a thread.I was not going to back away from him, not from Damien after what he pulled on Aiden, on me, and our lives.Standing in the doorway was a mountain of a man, with a great scar running down his cheek, scraping his boots on the floor and yawning and weighing his weight on one side. He had been left to watch me; now or never was the time to try anything that came into my head.I pulled carefully, testing the looseness of the rope binding my hands, my heart racing in my chest. Hours of subtly working at this knot had finally paid off; it gave way just enough for me to slide my wrists free.I glanced over to the guard, who now had his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes shutting.Go, Tessa. Now.Summoning every last shred of cou
AIDEN'S POVThe house was creepily silent when I went in-the kind of silence that twisted my gut. Something was off because it was too still, too empty."Tessa?" I called out, dropping keys on the counter. Nobody answered.My eyes scanned around the living room, the kitchen-nothing. My chest had already tightened as I tried again, louder this time. "Tessa? Marcus? Garret?"No response.And then I saw it-her phone. It lay on the counter, cracked at the screen, looking like she had dropped it there in haste. Tessa would never leave her phone lying anywhere.Now dread set in as my heart began racing, strode toward the security room for some answers, though my gut already told me otherwise.I burst through the door into the room to find Marcus and two other guards huddled around the monitors."Where the hell is Tessa?" I growled low, an edge to my voice that could cut through glass.Marcus slowly turned to me, white as marble, and seemed to fish for his answer. "Sir… we were reviewing the
TESSA'S POVIt wasn't until we stopped before Aiden's building that the car came to rest; it was my safe refuge now turned into a sanctuary in which the fears inside my head seemed to nestle. Those were instances from two weeks ago, haunting in my mind like some unsavable storm-accusations which memory just didn't seem willing or able to rid itself of."You're home," Aiden whispered, and immediately his voice was an anchor of solace amidst my rioting thoughts.Turning back to him, I pushed a small smile. "Home," I echoed, though the word felt wrong. Was I ever again safe?Aiden climbed out first, coming around and pulling my door open. His firm hand reached inside toward me, steady and reassuringly strong. "Come on; got you.I hesitated, staring at his hand. For a moment, the hospital was safer. Out here, the world was too big, too dangerous. But I chased the fear away, telling myself Aiden would never let anything happen to me.I took his hand and he led me out of the car."Take it e