Chapter two"You're Veritas," Alexander breathed out.Isabella's heart hammered against her ribs. She forced a laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Me? Veritas? You must be joking. I'm just an employee here."Alexander smirked and leaned closer. "An employee who hangs priceless artwork after hours? Try again, sweetheart.""Don't call me that," Isabella snapped, her fingers tightening on the canvas. "And yes, an employee. The new curator asked me to hang this piece.""Then let's go ask the curator, shall we?" Alexander's hand shot out and gripped her wrist. "I'm sure they'd love to hear about their after-hours art handler."Isabella jerked away, her skin burning where he'd touched her. "That won't be necessary.""Alexander's phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, his gaze not leaving Isabella's face. "Oh, but I insist." He stepped closer, blocking her path to the stairsThe phone rang again but more insistent this time. With an growl he fished it out. "What?" he barked into the receiver.
Chapter threeThe PropositionBeep!Beep!The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room. Isabella traced her finger along Josephine's pale hand. Her sister's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Dr. Martinez's words from earlier thundered in Isabella's head. "Advanced stage lymphoma... aggressive treatment required immediately... experimental therapy might be our only option...Ms. Taylor. Your sister's condition could deteriorate rapidly without intervention." Each word had been another nail in her coffin of hope. The final blow: "We're looking at roughly half a million dollars for the complete treatment protocol."Isabella pressed her eyes shut, but the number still blazed behind her eyelids. More money than she'd make in five years at the hotel.A tear splashed onto their joined hands. Isabella quickly wiped it away. Crying wouldn't pay the bills. Neither would her pathetic savings account or her salary as a Guest Relations Coordinator.She leaned down, pr
Chapter four"This is completely unacceptable," Alexander's voice rang through the boardroom. "We can't just sell off the Miami property. That hotel has been with us for twenty years."Board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Thompson cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Mr. Elysian, the numbers don't lie. That property is bleeding money."Alexander's jaw tightened as he scanned the faces of the board members. Not a single sympathetic glance met his gaze. He had spent weeks preparing this expansion proposal, and now they were dismissing it without proper consideration."If we just renovate-" Alexander started."We've heard enough," Mrs. Chen interrupted, gathering her papers. "The board has made its decision."One by one, the board members filed out, avoiding his gaze. Alexander remained frozen in place, his prepared presentation still unopened on his laptop.As the last member filed out, slow clapping echoed through the room. Nathan emerged from the corner where
The dining room of the Elysian mansion gleamed with polished silver and crystal. Alexander stabbed at his Suya, barely tasting the perfectly cooked meat as Nathan's voice dominated the conversation yet again.Alexander slouched in his chair, rolling a wine glass between his fingers. He'd perfected the art of looking engaged while being completely detached. Years of family dinners had taught him that much."So, Nathan," Dominick Elysian boomed, cutting into his perfectly prepared Suya, "tell us about the new resort project in Tokyo"Nathan's smile was sharp. "It's remarkable, actually. We've managed to secure three additional investor commitments beyond our initial projections."Victoria, Alexander's stepmother, clapped her hands. "Isn't he brilliant?" She shot a quick glance at Alexander.Alexander took a long sip of wine, remembering how he'd originally pitched the Tokyo deal six months ago. The same pitch that had been shot down as "too risky.""The numbers are impressive," Dominick
Chapter six .Isabella traced the fading bruises on her sister's arm where the IV had been, careful not to disturb the fresh needle site. The steady beep of the heart monitor had become oddly comforting over the past weeks – each tone a reminder that Josephine was still fighting."The treatment is showing remarkable results," Dr. Martinez said, checking the charts at the foot of the bed. "Her numbers have improved significantly since we started. Whatever you did to get the funding, Ms. Taylor, it saved your sister's life."Isabella's throat tightened. If only the doctor knew the true cost of that miracle."Does this mean I can finally get decent hospital food?" Josephine's weak voice spoke. "No offense, Doc, but that green jello should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment."Dr. Martinez chuckled. "I'll see what I can do about upgrading your menu. But remember—""Small portions, nothing too heavy," Josephine finished with an eye roll. "I know the drill."After the doctor left,
CHAPTER SEVENIsabella's head throbbed as she flipped through the stack of papers for the hundredth time, cramming every detail about her supposed one year relationship with Alexander into her already overloaded brain. "Harvard Business School, graduated top of his class," she muttered and rolled her eyes at the pages. "Bullshit." The more she read, the more her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian.The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion.Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants."Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through h
CHAPTER 8"Isabella's fork clattered against her plate. Everyone at the table stared at her. "The Eden Gallery break-in?" Alexander's hand found her knee under the table. A silent warning. "I don't really follow local news."Nathan's smirk widened. "Strange, considering you work in the arts."Damn him. Isabella's palms felt sweaty."The police suspect Veritas," Nathan continued, cutting into his meat. "You know, that artist keeps causing trouble for the elite."Isabella's wine glass trembled as she reached for it. The crystal slipped from her fingers, drenching the white tablecloth. Ice cubes scattered across the table."Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up, napkin in hand. Her elbow caught her plate, sending it crashing to the floor.Shit, Isabella.shit!"Don't move," Alexander ordered, already signaling the staff. His hand pressed against her lower back, steady and warm.Nathan didn't bother hiding his amusement. "Nervous, Isabella?""Leave her alone," Alexander's voice was steel.
Chapter NineOlivia sat at her desk, tapping her pen against the wood as she eyed the closed office door. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, each click echoing in the quiet hallway.It was unlike Alexander to be late - the man was a human alarm clock, always here before she arrived. But today, the office was unusually quiet. The elevator dinged and Alexander strode in, a smile on his face. Olivia blinked. A smile? From him? "Good morning, Olivia.""Uh, good morning." She sat up straighter and studied him. Something was different. "You seem... cheerful today.""Do I?" Alexander walked past her with his smile still firmly in place. "Hadn't noticed."Olivia rolled her eyes and followed him into the office. "Alright, out with it. What's got you grinning like this early morning?"Alexander paused and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Nothing in particular.""Bullshit." Olivia planted her hands on her hips. "I've worked for you for four years, Alexander. I know when something's up."For
Isabella stared at her reflection. Wedding dress number fifteen. Her feet already hurt."Girl, this one makes you look like a marshmallow." Mirabel sprawled across the boutique's velvet couch, scrolling through her phone. "Have you seen what they're saying about you two on social media? You're trending."Isabella's stomach clenched. "I don't want to know.""Too late." Mirabel cleared her throat. "'Alexander Elysian finally tamed? Mystery woman steals city's most eligible bachelor.' There's a photo of you two at that charity thing last week."The zipper stuck halfway up. Isabella swore under her breath."Need help?" Alexander's voice came from behind the curtain."No." Isabella tugged harder."You've said no to every dress." His tone held that edge of amusement she hated. "At some point, sweetheart, you'll have to pick one."Mirabel snickered. "He's got you there.""I hate you both." Isabella gave up on the zipper. "Fine. Come in."Alexander slipped through the curtain. His eyes travel
Chapter NineOlivia sat at her desk, tapping her pen against the wood as she eyed the closed office door. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, each click echoing in the quiet hallway.It was unlike Alexander to be late - the man was a human alarm clock, always here before she arrived. But today, the office was unusually quiet. The elevator dinged and Alexander strode in, a smile on his face. Olivia blinked. A smile? From him? "Good morning, Olivia.""Uh, good morning." She sat up straighter and studied him. Something was different. "You seem... cheerful today.""Do I?" Alexander walked past her with his smile still firmly in place. "Hadn't noticed."Olivia rolled her eyes and followed him into the office. "Alright, out with it. What's got you grinning like this early morning?"Alexander paused and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Nothing in particular.""Bullshit." Olivia planted her hands on her hips. "I've worked for you for four years, Alexander. I know when something's up."For
CHAPTER 8"Isabella's fork clattered against her plate. Everyone at the table stared at her. "The Eden Gallery break-in?" Alexander's hand found her knee under the table. A silent warning. "I don't really follow local news."Nathan's smirk widened. "Strange, considering you work in the arts."Damn him. Isabella's palms felt sweaty."The police suspect Veritas," Nathan continued, cutting into his meat. "You know, that artist keeps causing trouble for the elite."Isabella's wine glass trembled as she reached for it. The crystal slipped from her fingers, drenching the white tablecloth. Ice cubes scattered across the table."Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up, napkin in hand. Her elbow caught her plate, sending it crashing to the floor.Shit, Isabella.shit!"Don't move," Alexander ordered, already signaling the staff. His hand pressed against her lower back, steady and warm.Nathan didn't bother hiding his amusement. "Nervous, Isabella?""Leave her alone," Alexander's voice was steel.
CHAPTER SEVENIsabella's head throbbed as she flipped through the stack of papers for the hundredth time, cramming every detail about her supposed one year relationship with Alexander into her already overloaded brain. "Harvard Business School, graduated top of his class," she muttered and rolled her eyes at the pages. "Bullshit." The more she read, the more her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian.The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion.Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants."Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through h
Chapter six .Isabella traced the fading bruises on her sister's arm where the IV had been, careful not to disturb the fresh needle site. The steady beep of the heart monitor had become oddly comforting over the past weeks – each tone a reminder that Josephine was still fighting."The treatment is showing remarkable results," Dr. Martinez said, checking the charts at the foot of the bed. "Her numbers have improved significantly since we started. Whatever you did to get the funding, Ms. Taylor, it saved your sister's life."Isabella's throat tightened. If only the doctor knew the true cost of that miracle."Does this mean I can finally get decent hospital food?" Josephine's weak voice spoke. "No offense, Doc, but that green jello should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment."Dr. Martinez chuckled. "I'll see what I can do about upgrading your menu. But remember—""Small portions, nothing too heavy," Josephine finished with an eye roll. "I know the drill."After the doctor left,
The dining room of the Elysian mansion gleamed with polished silver and crystal. Alexander stabbed at his Suya, barely tasting the perfectly cooked meat as Nathan's voice dominated the conversation yet again.Alexander slouched in his chair, rolling a wine glass between his fingers. He'd perfected the art of looking engaged while being completely detached. Years of family dinners had taught him that much."So, Nathan," Dominick Elysian boomed, cutting into his perfectly prepared Suya, "tell us about the new resort project in Tokyo"Nathan's smile was sharp. "It's remarkable, actually. We've managed to secure three additional investor commitments beyond our initial projections."Victoria, Alexander's stepmother, clapped her hands. "Isn't he brilliant?" She shot a quick glance at Alexander.Alexander took a long sip of wine, remembering how he'd originally pitched the Tokyo deal six months ago. The same pitch that had been shot down as "too risky.""The numbers are impressive," Dominick
Chapter four"This is completely unacceptable," Alexander's voice rang through the boardroom. "We can't just sell off the Miami property. That hotel has been with us for twenty years."Board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Thompson cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Mr. Elysian, the numbers don't lie. That property is bleeding money."Alexander's jaw tightened as he scanned the faces of the board members. Not a single sympathetic glance met his gaze. He had spent weeks preparing this expansion proposal, and now they were dismissing it without proper consideration."If we just renovate-" Alexander started."We've heard enough," Mrs. Chen interrupted, gathering her papers. "The board has made its decision."One by one, the board members filed out, avoiding his gaze. Alexander remained frozen in place, his prepared presentation still unopened on his laptop.As the last member filed out, slow clapping echoed through the room. Nathan emerged from the corner where
Chapter threeThe PropositionBeep!Beep!The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room. Isabella traced her finger along Josephine's pale hand. Her sister's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Dr. Martinez's words from earlier thundered in Isabella's head. "Advanced stage lymphoma... aggressive treatment required immediately... experimental therapy might be our only option...Ms. Taylor. Your sister's condition could deteriorate rapidly without intervention." Each word had been another nail in her coffin of hope. The final blow: "We're looking at roughly half a million dollars for the complete treatment protocol."Isabella pressed her eyes shut, but the number still blazed behind her eyelids. More money than she'd make in five years at the hotel.A tear splashed onto their joined hands. Isabella quickly wiped it away. Crying wouldn't pay the bills. Neither would her pathetic savings account or her salary as a Guest Relations Coordinator.She leaned down, pr
Chapter two"You're Veritas," Alexander breathed out.Isabella's heart hammered against her ribs. She forced a laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Me? Veritas? You must be joking. I'm just an employee here."Alexander smirked and leaned closer. "An employee who hangs priceless artwork after hours? Try again, sweetheart.""Don't call me that," Isabella snapped, her fingers tightening on the canvas. "And yes, an employee. The new curator asked me to hang this piece.""Then let's go ask the curator, shall we?" Alexander's hand shot out and gripped her wrist. "I'm sure they'd love to hear about their after-hours art handler."Isabella jerked away, her skin burning where he'd touched her. "That won't be necessary.""Alexander's phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, his gaze not leaving Isabella's face. "Oh, but I insist." He stepped closer, blocking her path to the stairsThe phone rang again but more insistent this time. With an growl he fished it out. "What?" he barked into the receiver.