The office was quiet, the kind of silence that made you hyper-aware of every sound—the faint hum of the air conditioner, the distant clack of heels in the hallway, the rustle of papers from Aaron’s desk. I sat across from him, my hands resting on my lap, my body tense. He hadn’t looked at me once since I entered. “Miss Hilary,” he finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, devoid of the anger or sarcasm I had grown accustomed to. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” I kept my tone neutral, though my mind was spinning with questions. Why had he called me in here? He leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes finally meeting mine. “How long do you intend to work at Parklies Limited?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I hadn’t given it a timeline, sir.” His lips twitched, the beginning of a smirk that never fully formed. “That’s vague. Let me rephrase. Are you satisfied working as an errand girl?” The condescension in his tone was unmistakable, but I refused to rise to the ba
Ophelia’s POV I entered Aaron Donovan’s office at exactly 8:00 a.m. sharp, determined to start this new chapter of my life with my head held high. The man himself sat behind his desk, a stack of neatly organized papers before him, his dark eyes scanning me with a level of intensity that was as unnerving as it was infuriating. “You’re on time,” he said, as if it surprised him. I refused to rise to the bait. “I said I’d take the job. I keep my word.” Aaron gestured for me to sit in the chair opposite him. “Let’s lay down some ground rules, shall we?” The audacity. As if I hadn’t already made my terms crystal clear. Still, I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. “You’re to accompany me to all meetings, take detailed notes, and anticipate my needs before I express them. Your discretion is non-negotiable, and your loyalty must be unwavering. Can you handle that?” It sounded more like a decree than a job description, but I kept my tone even as I replied, “I’m capable of doing my job,
Ophelia’s POVI woke up the next morning with the taste of last night’s success still fresh, but an unease settled in my chest. Aaron Donovan was an enigma—calculating, sharp, and far too attentive for my liking. Each interaction with him felt like a battle of wits, a dance where every step had to be precise. But it wasn’t his intelligence or authority that unnerved me. It was the way he looked at me as if he could see through the walls I had spent years constructing. Caleb was still asleep when I left for work, his small figure buried under his blanket. The sight grounded me. No matter how much pressure Aaron piled on, no matter how unpredictable my new job became, I had a reason to keep going. The office buzzed with its usual energy when I arrived. Emails, scheduling conflicts, and back-to-back meetings kept me busy. Aaron was his usual demanding self, firing off instructions with the precision of a general commanding troops. “Miss Hilary,” his voice rang out mid-morning. I h
Ophelia’s POVI stared at my phone, the cryptic message glowing on the screen. Stay away from Project Eden. A chill ran down my spine. Whoever had sent this knew more than I did, and their warning didn’t feel like an idle threat. I considered deleting the message but stopped myself. This wasn’t just about Aaron anymore—it was about my safety and Caleb’s safety. Whoever these people were, they were watching, and I needed to stay sharp. The following morning, I arrived at the office with an unsettling sense of foreboding. Aaron was already in his office, the Project Eden file spread across his desk. His expression was unreadable, but there was a heaviness in his demeanor that wasn’t there the day before. “Miss Hilary,” he called as I passed his office. I stepped inside, clutching my notebook. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a piercing gaze. “Have you heard of the name Evelyn Hargrove?” The name struck a faint chord, but I shook my head. “No, shoul
Ophelia’s POV The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of my apartment, but it did little to ease the heaviness in my chest. Caleb’s soft snores reminded me why I couldn’t afford to let fear take over. Whatever cryptic warnings or lingering questions I faced, I had to keep going—for him, if not for myself. At Donovan Corporation, my role as Aaron Donovan’s assistant brought me closer to the puzzle at the center of his empire. Every day felt like walking a tightrope, balancing between my mission and the growing complexity of Aaron’s world. When I arrived at the office, the atmosphere felt different. Whispers carried through the hall, and staff members exchanged glances that hinted at some undercurrent I wasn’t privy to. As I settled at my desk, Aaron appeared in the doorway. His presence was magnetic as always, commanding the attention of anyone in his orbit. “Ophelia,” he said, his tone brisk. “In my office. Now.” I grabbed my notepad and followed him inside, clo
Ophelia’s POVThe morning air carried a crisp chill as I stepped into Donovan Corporation, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. It had been a week since Aaron’s unexpected offer for me to take on more responsibilities. At first, I was hesitant, wary of his motives. But over time, I began to see it as an opportunity to prove myself—not just to him, but to me. Still, the undercurrent of tension between us hadn’t entirely dissipated. Aaron Donovan was an enigma. He could be cold and cutting one moment, then unnervingly attentive the next. I wasn’t sure where I stood, but I knew one thing for certain: I wouldn’t let my guard down. “Ms. Hilary,” his voice cut through the air as I approached his office. I froze. He was standing by the window, his back turned to me, looking out over the city skyline. The light streaming through the glass cast sharp angles across his broad shoulders. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” I replied, keeping my tone professional. “I need you to clea
Ophelia’s POV The following day, a chill hung in the air as I entered the Donovan Corporation building, a weight pressing down on me that I couldn’t shake. It had only been hours since I left Aaron’s office, but it felt like I was walking in a fog, each step heavier than the last. I had barely slept, too tangled in the mess of yesterday’s revelations. The mysterious man in the SUV, the veiled threats in his voice, and the photos Aaron had shown me. There was no denying the truth that lingered between the lines: someone was playing a dangerous game, and I was smack in the middle of it. Still, it wasn’t just that that gnawed at me. It was the way Aaron had looked at me when I stood in front of him, trying to explain myself. His expression hadn’t softened. I could sense a growing wariness beneath his calm demeanor. He knew something I didn’t, and I was determined to find out what it was. I made my way to my desk, but the usual bustle of the office felt distant. My colleagues spoke
Ophelia's POV The day started like any other. The office was alive with the usual hum of ringing phones, typing, and the soft chatter of colleagues catching up with one another. But there was a palpable undercurrent of tension that I couldn’t shake off. I kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the moment when everything would change. I hadn’t told Aaron about my meeting with the man in the SUV. Something in the pit of my stomach warned me against it. I could see the warning signs of his concern, but I wasn’t ready to share everything with him—not yet. I needed to piece this together myself. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I typed out an email, but my mind was somewhere else. What had that man meant when he said I was part of something bigger? How did my family tie into all of this? I couldn’t ignore the dark feeling that had settled in my chest. Something was closing in, and no matter how hard I tried to escape it, I knew I couldn’t. “A penny for your thoughts?” I blink
Ophelia’s POV The office felt quieter than usual the next morning, but I knew it wasn’t because of a lack of activity. Aaron Donovan’s mood dictated the atmosphere, and today, it seemed… restrained. Not the cold indifference he usually exuded, but a focused quiet that unnerved me. I avoided his office for as long as I could, burying myself in emails and reports, yet my mind kept drifting back to dinner last night. It wasn’t just the unexpected invitation—it was the Aaron I saw beneath the ruthless exterior. For the first time, he had let me see his humanity, even if only for a moment. By noon, I couldn’t avoid him any longer. He’d summoned me to his office with a one-word email: Now. When I stepped inside, he was seated behind his desk, eyes fixed on his laptop screen. “Mr. Donovan,” I said, keeping my tone professional. “Close the door,” he said without looking up. I did as he asked, stepping forward hesitantly. He finally looked up, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. “Sit.” I
Ophelia’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of reports, meetings, and Aaron’s relentless demands. He was back to his usual self: curt, exacting, and impossible to please. Yet, there was something different—a crack in his veneer that revealed itself in fleeting moments. A brush of his hand as he handed me a document, a lingering glance during a meeting, or a subtle softness in his voice when he addressed me directly. But he never overstepped. Aaron Donovan was a man who thrived on control, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to relinquish any part of it—not even his feelings. That morning, I found myself in the middle of a particularly hectic schedule. Aaron had tasked me with organizing a last-minute meeting with international partners while also preparing a detailed analysis of competitor strategies. My desk was a minefield of sticky notes, files, and my half-drunk coffee. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office. I sighed, setting down the highlighter I’d been usin
Ophelia’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of reports, meetings, and Aaron’s relentless demands. He was back to his usual self: curt, exacting, and impossible to please. Yet, there was something different—a crack in his veneer that revealed itself in fleeting moments. A brush of his hand as he handed me a document, a lingering glance during a meeting, or a subtle softness in his voice when he addressed me directly. But he never overstepped. Aaron Donovan was a man who thrived on control, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to relinquish any part of it—not even his feelings. That morning, I found myself in the middle of a particularly hectic schedule. Aaron had tasked me with organizing a last-minute meeting with international partners while also preparing a detailed analysis of competitor strategies. My desk was a minefield of sticky notes, files, and my half-drunk coffee. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office. I sighed, setting down the highlighter I’d been usin
Ophelia’s POV The tension between Aaron and me had reached an unspoken truce, though the dynamics of our relationship were far from simple. Each day in his office was a chess match of emotions and professionalism, neither of us willing to make the first move. Aaron remained as sharp and demanding as ever, yet there were cracks in his icy demeanor—moments that felt too intimate for the boundaries we claimed to maintain. That morning, I was deep in the throes of a particularly frustrating task. Aaron had requested a detailed analysis of prospective mergers, and the data was a labyrinth of numbers and trends. I stared at my screen, rubbing my temples as the words blurred together. “You look like you’re about to throw that laptop out the window.” His voice startled me, and I looked up to see Aaron standing in my doorway, arms crossed, an amused glint in his eye. “Not out the window,” I muttered. “But maybe into the coffee machine.” He stepped into my office, glancing at the jumble o
Ophelia’s POV The tension between Aaron and me was becoming unbearable. Each passing day felt like a tightrope walk. We kept our interactions strictly professional, but there was an undercurrent—a simmering attraction neither of us acknowledged. I was drowning myself in work, hoping it would numb the confusing emotions that surfaced whenever Aaron was near. The merger had turned into a whirlwind of meetings, legal reviews, and negotiations. My calendar was packed from dawn till dusk, leaving little room for anything else. But the busier I stayed, the more aware I became of Aaron’s presence. It wasn’t just his commanding tone or his sharp intellect. It was the subtle things: the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he was deep in thought, the quiet moments when I’d catch him watching me, and the rare times when his icy exterior softened. One particularly chaotic morning, I found myself rushing through the office corridors with a stack of documents balanced precariously in my arms.
Ophelia’s POV Working closely with Aaron Donovan was beginning to feel like playing a dangerous game. The man had a way of peeling back my defenses without even trying, making me question everything I thought I knew about him—and myself. The day started as most did, with Aaron’s sharp tone barking instructions the moment I stepped into his office. “Miss Lewis, I need the quarterly reports from division heads by noon,” he said without looking up from his laptop. “Of course, Mr. Donovan,” I replied. “And schedule a meeting with the marketing team this afternoon,” he added, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “Understood,” I said, already jotting down notes. His demands weren’t new, but there was a tension in the air that felt different. Over the past few weeks, Aaron’s demeanor toward me had softened in small, almost imperceptible ways. He wasn’t outright kind—he was still the same demanding, no-nonsense boss—but there were moments when his gaze lingered too long or his voice di
Ophelia’s POV Working for Aaron Donovan was like trying to navigate a storm in the middle of the ocean—unpredictable, intense, and always teetering on the edge of chaos. Despite the exhaustion that came with the long hours and relentless pace, there was something invigorating about it. I thrived on the challenge, but Aaron… was a force unto himself. One moment, he was cold and calculating, barking orders like a drill sergeant. The next, he’d show glimpses of humanity so fleeting they left me questioning if I’d imagined them. Today was no different. “Miss Lewis,” his deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I stepped into his office. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” “I need the revised merger documents on my desk in twenty minutes,” he said, not bothering to look up from his laptop. “Of course,” I replied, already turning on my heel. “Oh, and Miss Lewis,” he called after me. I paused, glancing over my shoulder. “Double-check the legal clauses this time. I don’t have the patience for amate
Ophelia’s POV Mornings in Aaron Donovan’s office always started the same way: precise, efficient, and intense. I had barely settled into my chair when he barked out his first order of the day. “Miss Lewis, I need the quarterly reports from R&D on my desk before my nine o’clock meeting.” “Good morning to you too, Mr. Donovan,” I muttered under my breath, already reaching for the files. “Did you say something?” His sharp gaze flicked toward me. “Not a thing,” I replied, forcing a neutral expression as I walked into his office. His desk was as pristine as ever, the only sign of his presence being the faint scent of his cologne that lingered in the air. I placed the reports in front of him, stepping back as his eyes scanned the first page. It always amazed me how quickly he absorbed information, dissecting complex data in mere minutes. “You reorganized this,” he said after a moment, his voice neutral but with a trace of curiosity. “I thought it would be easier to navigate that wa
Ophelia’s POV The next event came quicker than I expected, leaving me scrambling to prepare. Aaron’s instructions were precise but vague. “Formal, but not overly flashy. I’ll have the car pick you up at seven.” That was all he’d said before disappearing back into his office. As I stood before the mirror, adjusting the sleek black dress I’d chosen, I wondered what exactly tonight entailed. My duties as Aaron’s assistant were never straightforward, and the boundaries between professional and personal were increasingly blurry. The car arrived promptly, and the driver greeted me with a polite nod before holding the door open. Settling into the leather seat, I couldn’t help but notice how meticulously everything was maintained—Aaron’s influence was everywhere, even in the smallest details. Aaron was already inside the venue when I arrived. The grand ballroom was filled with an air of quiet sophistication, the kind that only money and power could conjure. Crystal chandeliers cast a wa