Ophelia’s POV The office felt colder than usual. The air conditioning hummed relentlessly overhead, but it was the tension in the room that made it impossible to breathe. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I stared at the screen, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Aaron had been more insufferable than usual lately. His sharp words, his biting tone, and his constant demands were starting to chip away at my patience. I’d gotten used to his rudeness over the months, but today, something felt different. Something in the air was thick with frustration, and I knew exactly where it was coming from—Aaron’s constant, oppressive presence. I sighed and rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the exhaustion that had been piling up over the last few weeks. It was getting harder to keep my head above water, and he didn’t seem to care. Every day, there was more work to do, more tasks to juggle, more demands to meet. And no matter how hard I worked, no matter how much I sacrificed, it was neve
Ophelia’s POV It had been a few weeks since Aaron had pulled me back into his company, and every day felt like a tug-of-war between my mind and my heart. I’d agreed to return on my terms, pushing my way back into the world I had once known. But now, as I worked alongside Aaron, I could feel the weight of our pasts crashing down on us, and it was more than just a few sharp words or icy silences. There were moments, fleeting and fragile, where I wondered if I was losing myself all over again. Aaron hadn’t changed. If anything, he was worse than I remembered. His cold, demanding presence never seemed to soften, no matter how much I tried to reason with myself. But there were moments—when he looked at me when our hands brushed unintentionally—that I saw something in him that I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was because I was too damaged, or maybe he was too broken, but I couldn’t deny that the chemistry between us was undeniable. I shook my head as I sat at my desk, trying to focus on th
Ophelia’s POV The sterile smell of the hospital filled my nose, and the rhythmic beep of the machines attached to Caleb did nothing to calm the panic that churned in my chest. I was standing beside his bed, my fingers gently brushing through his soft hair, trying to hold back the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. My son. My only reason to keep pushing forward. And now, it felt like he was slipping away from me, just as I had almost lost him once before. Aaron had stayed, hovering in the corner of the room, giving me space but never fully leaving. Despite everything between us, his presence felt oddly comforting. I hated that it did, but I couldn’t deny the fact. His concern, the genuine worry I saw in his eyes, was a rare thing—something I hadn’t expected from the man who had been nothing but cold and demanding ever since our paths had crossed. I turned my attention back to Caleb. His small chest rose and fell with each breath, and I had to force myself not to s
Ophelia’s POV The silence that followed Aaron’s departure was almost deafening. The hum of the machines and the soft clicking of the door as it closed behind him seemed to magnify every thought in my mind. Caleb’s steady breaths were the only thing grounding me in the present. I tried to ignore the ache in my chest—the unfamiliar pull that his presence had left behind. Aaron Donovan had never been part of my plan. My goal, from the very beginning, had been revenge—not complicated feelings, not regrets. But somewhere along the way, everything had changed. And I wasn’t sure if I hated it or if, deep down, I welcomed it. The door opened again, and I looked up, my heart sinking slightly at the thought that it might be him coming back. But instead, it was a nurse, carrying a tray with a few medications and a glass of water. “Ms. Lewis, we need to administer these to Caleb,” the nurse said, her voice professional yet kind. She adjusted the IV on Caleb’s arm and glanced at me, waiting f
Ophelia’s POV The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing that filled the silence in my apartment. It was an oppressive silence, one that I had come to loathe over the past few days. Caleb was resting, his fever finally subsiding, but the weight of everything else was threatening to crush me. The mess I had to clean up from my past, the scheming, the lies, and the betrayals—each one seemed more unbearable than the last. I hadn’t expected Kent to show up again. And I hadn’t expected to feel the way I did when he did. The sting of his betrayal still burned, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe time had dulled it. Or maybe, just maybe, I was beginning to understand something about myself that I hadn’t been willing to admit. What did I want? Did I want Kent back? Did I want him to redeem himself? The question had plagued me ever since he had walked out of that hospital room. No. The answer was clear. I didn’t want him back. But it didn’t mean I didn’t feel confl
Ophelia’s POV The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing that filled the silence in my apartment. It was an oppressive silence, one that I had come to loathe over the past few days. Caleb was resting, his fever finally subsiding, but the weight of everything else was threatening to crush me. The mess I had to clean up from my past, the scheming, the lies, and the betrayals—each one seemed more unbearable than the last. I hadn’t expected Kent to show up again. And I hadn’t expected to feel the way I did when he did. The sting of his betrayal still burned, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe time had dulled it. Or maybe, just maybe, I was beginning to understand something about myself that I hadn’t been willing to admit. What did I want? Did I want Kent back? Did I want him to redeem himself? The question had plagued me ever since he had walked out of that hospital room. No. The answer was clear. I didn’t want him back. But it didn’t mean I didn’t feel conflic
Ophelia’s POV I hesitated for a moment before answering, unsure of what to expect. My finger hovered over the green answer button before I swiped it with a breathless sigh. “Ophelia?” The voice on the other end was gruff, yet there was something oddly familiar about it. My heart beat faster, and my mind raced as I tried to place it. “Aaron?” I asked, my voice betraying the confusion I felt. I hadn’t expected him to call, especially not this late at night. “Yes. It’s me,” he responded, a hint of tension in his tone. “I need to talk to you.” My pulse quickened at the words. I knew we needed to talk, but hearing it from him… it felt different. More personal. There was an undercurrent of something more than just business in his voice. “Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound calm. The last thing I wanted was to sound like I cared more than I should, but my curiosity got the better of me. “Yeah,” he replied. “I’m fine. But I need you to meet me tomorrow. There’s something impor
Ophelia’s POV The clicking of my heels against the polished floor echoed in the quiet hallway as I walked toward Aaron’s office. It was late in the afternoon, and the office building was quieter than usual. Most of the staff had gone home for the day, but I knew Aaron wouldn’t leave until his work was done, regardless of the hour. I had gotten used to this routine, though every day felt like I was walking on eggshells. Aaron’s mood was unpredictable, and I had learned to brace myself for whatever harsh tone or order might come next. But even in his cold, calculating demeanor, there was a strange sense of reliance on me now. Not that he would ever admit it aloud. As I entered his office, he was seated behind his massive desk, papers scattered in front of him. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, his sharp jawline tense, his eyes bloodshot from too many late nights. Yet there was still an undeniable aura of authority around him, something magnetic that made everyone who st
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