Aaron’s POV I’ve always prided myself on my ability to compartmentalize. Business stays in one box, emotions in another, each neatly tucked away where they belong. It’s what has kept Donovan Corporation thriving in a cutthroat industry. It’s what’s kept me sane. But ever since Ophelia entered my life, the lines have started to blur. I stood in my office, staring out at the city skyline. The lights of downtown glittered like scattered diamonds, their brilliance dulled by the weight in my chest. My mind, however, wasn’t on the view or even the mountain of paperwork that awaited me. It was on her. The way she’d looked at me last night, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. The way her voice wavered when she admitted she was scared, mirroring the same fear I’ve tried so hard to deny. I hated it. Not her—but the weakness she brought out in me. The part of me that wanted to protect her, to shield her from the world, even if it meant breaking the walls I’d spent year
Aaron’s POV I’ve always considered myself a man of discipline. Every move I make is calculated, every decision meticulously thought out. In my world, emotions are liabilities—unpredictable, messy, and dangerous. I’ve spent my entire life keeping them at bay, building walls so high that nothing and no one could breach them. And yet, Ophelia Lewis is slipping through the cracks. It’s infuriating. I sat in my office, the low hum of the city outside barely registering as I stared at the financial projections for our upcoming merger. The numbers on the screen were precise, clean—everything my life is supposed to be. Yet, my focus wavered, drawn once again to the one thing I couldn’t control her.The sound of her laughter echoed faintly in my mind, a memory from a meeting earlier that day. It was a rare sound, almost foreign, given her usual guarded demeanor. But when she laughed, it was as if the entire room lit up. Damn it, Aaron. Focus. I forced my attention back to the screen, scrol
Aaron’s POV I had always believed there was no space for complications in business. Emotions clouded judgment, distracted from the end goal, and left openings for weaknesses that others could exploit. Over the years, I had perfected the art of keeping my focus razor-sharp, channeling all my energy into maintaining control of every aspect of my life. But lately, maintaining that control felt like trying to hold onto sand. It kept slipping through my fingers. The source of my distraction? Ophelia Lewis. She walked into the office that morning with the same composed demeanor she always had, her hair neatly tied back, her expression unreadable. She carried a tablet under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other, the aroma wafting through the room before she even reached my desk. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan,” she said, her tone professional but firm. She set the coffee down and handed me the tablet. “Your itinerary for the day.” “Morning,” I replied, taking the tablet. My gaze lingere
Ophelia’s POV Working for Aaron Donovan had become an intricate dance between professionalism and survival. The man was a fortress, his words sharp enough to slice through steel, his demeanor so commanding that even the most seasoned executives often wilted in his presence. Yet, beneath the layers of ruthlessness, I saw something else—something he fought to keep buried. Not that I had any room to analyze his intricacies. I had my own battles to fight. Revenge wasn’t a path for the weak, and my resolve was tested every single day. Every step I took in his office, every word exchanged between us, reminded me of the precarious tightrope I was walking. But lately, the lines between my goals and my growing awareness of Aaron had begun to blur. That morning, as I walked into his office with his coffee and the day’s agenda, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked. His usual pristine suit seemed slightly wrinkled, his tie loosened at the neck. His piercing gaze met mine the moment I e
Ophelia’s POV The tension in the air felt like a storm brewing—dangerous, electric, and impossible to ignore. Aaron’s words lingered, their weight sinking deep into me as we stood on the rooftop, the city buzzing below as though it didn’t care about the turmoil inside us. I stared at him, the ruthless businessman who always seemed untouchable, now looking at me like I was the answer to a question he didn’t know how to ask. “What are you fighting for, Ophelia?” His voice, though quiet, cut through the cool breeze. I wanted to answer him, but the words caught in my throat. Revenge, I thought. My son. My freedom. All the reasons I had built up in my mind suddenly felt thin under the scrutiny of his gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Don’t shut me out now,” he murmured. A shiver ran through me, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the chill in the air or the way his words seemed to reach places I’d long buried. I looked away, my voice bar
Aaron’s POV The morning unfolded with its usual rhythm of meetings, reports, and deadlines, yet it felt different—off. As I sat in my office, surrounded by files that demanded my attention, my mind kept drifting to her. Ophelia. It wasn’t her competence or her determination that lingered in my thoughts, though both were undeniable. It was the way her voice trembled when she spoke about her battles, the way her eyes flared with defiance even when she was vulnerable. She had stood on that rooftop, baring a fraction of her pain, and something in me had shifted. I’d always been good at compartmentalizing, at keeping my emotions locked away where they couldn’t interfere with my work. But with Ophelia, those walls were beginning to crack. “Sir, the marketing team is ready for you,” Clara, one of the junior staffers, announced from the doorway, breaking my thoughts. I nodded, straightening my tie. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” As she left, I caught sight of Ophelia through the glass
Ophelia’s POV I had always prided myself on my resilience. No matter how hard life hit, I found a way to piece myself back together. But Aaron Donovan? He was proving to be my greatest challenge yet. Every day in his office was a test—a battle of wills and emotions I hadn’t anticipated. He was demanding, sharp-tongued, and impossibly frustrating. And yet, beneath all that, there was something else. Something I couldn’t quite name but felt every time his eyes lingered on me for just a second too long. This morning was no different. I walked into the office at precisely 8:00 AM, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and my professional mask firmly in place. Aaron was already seated behind his massive desk, his focus locked on the screen of his laptop. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan,” I said, setting his coffee on the corner of his desk. “Lewis,” he replied curtly, not even glancing up. I bit back a sigh. Professionalism. That’s what this was about. I couldn’t afford to let my emotions clo
Ophelia’s POV The morning light streamed through my bedroom window, dragging me from a restless sleep. I rolled over, trying to shake the lingering memories of the night before. Aaron’s kiss was still burned into my mind, a searing brand I couldn’t escape. Why had I let it happen? And worse, why had I wanted it to? The worst part wasn’t even the kiss itself; it was the way he looked at me afterward—like I was some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. It left me feeling exposed, like he could see past all my carefully constructed walls. And for a woman like me, who had learned to survive by keeping her secrets buried, that was terrifying. But I didn’t have time to dwell on my emotions. My mission hadn’t changed. If anything, it had become more complicated. The closer I got to Aaron, the harder it was to remember why I was here in the first place. I had to stay focused. I couldn’t afford to let feelings—whatever they were—get in the way. Pulling myself out of bed, I went thro
Ophelia’s POV The days following my engagement to Aaron were nothing short of magical. It felt like the universe had finally smiled upon me, after everything I had endured. The nightmares of the past—Samara, Kent, the danger to Caleb—seemed to drift farther away with each passing day, replaced by something far more beautiful: the chance to build a future, a future filled with love, joy, and the promise of new beginnings. Aaron and I had taken to spending even more time together as we prepared for our wedding and the launch of my new business. Caleb, too, was more content than I’d ever seen him. It was as though the wounds of the past were healing, replaced by an undeniable sense of peace and happiness. One Saturday morning, I woke up early, as I often did, to find the soft rays of the sun filtering through the curtains of our bedroom. I smiled to myself as I turned over to see Aaron, still peacefully asleep beside me. His features were relaxed, the lines of tension from earlier m
Ophelia’s POV Three months. It had been three months since everything turned upside down. Three months since the nightmare ended with the death of Samara and Kent’s final betrayal. Three months since Caleb and I were rescued from their grasp, and Aaron had stepped into our lives in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. I leaned against the window of Aaron’s penthouse, watching the city lights shimmer below. The hustle and bustle of the world outside felt so distant now, like a memory I wasn’t sure I wanted to revisit. The pain and chaos of the past were slowly fading into the background, and the future—my future—was taking shape in ways I never thought possible. I glanced over at Caleb, who was playing with his toys in the living room. He was laughing—genuinely laughing—like he hadn’t in a long time. The last few months had been transformative for both of us. Caleb had his moments of fear and uncertainty, but with Aaron’s unwavering support, he was slowly finding his joy again. And
Ophelia’s POV The room fell into a stunned silence after the shot rang out. The echo of the gunfire hung in the air like a cruel reminder of everything I had been through. Samara lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes wide open in disbelief, the blood pooling around her neck. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was over. It was finally over. But as I stared at Samara’s lifeless body, something inside me broke. I had fought so hard to get to this point, to protect Caleb, to get my life back. And yet, all I felt in that moment was emptiness. “Ophelia!” a voice broke through my fog of thoughts. I turned to see Aaron rushing toward me, his face pale and his eyes filled with concern. Behind him, the SWAT officers were securing the area, making sure everything was under control. But it was Aaron who I needed, his presence grounding me in the chaos. He stopped in front of me, taki
Ophelia’s POV The air inside the car felt thick with tension as I drove toward the hideout, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. Each word of Samara’s voice still echoed in my mind. The threats. The mockery. How naïve she thought I was, how helpless she believed me to be. But I wasn’t helpless anymore. I wasn’t that same girl who had been caught in her web of lies. I had changed. I had Aaron now—someone who would do anything to protect me. But even as I repeated this to myself, the sinking feeling in my chest wouldn’t disappear. The thought of Caleb—my son—kept pushing me forward. He was out there, trapped, with Samara and Kent. I couldn’t afford to be weak. I couldn’t let them break me again. I knew I was walking into a trap, but it didn’t matter. Caleb needed me. There was no other choice. I pulled into the abandoned warehouse where Samara had directed me. The place was desolate, the windows boarded up, and the area surrounding it looked abandoned for years. My
Ophelia’s POV As Aaron stepped inside the house, his presence immediately grounded me. I could feel the weight of the tension in the air, the fear and the uncertainty pressing against me. But there was something about him—something steady in the way he looked at me—that reassured me. We would get through this. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Caleb. I watched as Aaron moved through the living room, scanning the space with a sharp, calculating look. His eyes swept over everything with a precision that made me feel safe, even though the dread in my chest didn’t subside. “Caleb’s upstairs,” I said, my voice shaking slightly as I motioned toward the staircase. “He was fine when I last checked.” But my instincts, which had been on high alert ever since Samara’s call, urged me to move faster. I didn’t like the stillness in the house. It was too quiet, too calm, like something was about to shatter. “I’ll go check on him,” Aaron said, his tone firm. But I was already heading for
Ophelia’s POV The night was dark, far darker than it had any right to be, considering the late hour. I sat on the couch, my phone resting on the coffee table, my fingers twitching as I glanced nervously at it. I had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. Caleb was asleep upstairs, unaware of the growing danger that loomed over us. Aaron had left to take care of some business—he’d insisted on handling things alone, as much as I hated the idea. But I knew he was trying to protect me, to keep me from spiraling. Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was coming, and we weren’t ready. The house felt too quiet, too still, the air heavy with tension. Every small noise made me jump, and I was hyperaware of the faint creaks of the house settling. My thoughts constantly circled back to Samara. I had barely heard from her after the confrontation in the park, and that should have been a relief. But instead, it left a strange unease crawling under my skin. I knew she wa
Ophelia’s POV The weight of the situation pressed down on me like a thousand tons. Samara’s words replayed in my mind, her voice filled with malice and promises of torment. Caleb. She wanted him, and I had no idea what lengths she would go to in order to get him. Every second felt like it was slipping away from me, and I could feel my anxiety creeping up. Aaron’s arms were around me, holding me close, but his grip felt like a lifeline. The sense of calm I felt being in his arms was short-lived. I needed to act, and I needed to act fast. “Aaron, she’s serious,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “She knows too much. She knows about Caleb’s… about his father, and she’s threatening to hurt him if I don’t give him up.” Aaron’s eyes darkened as he listened to me, his brow furrowed in anger. “She’s gone too far this time, Ophelia. We can’t just sit back and let her take him.” “I can’t lose him, Aaron,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “I can’t lose my son. Not again.” Aaron’s ex
Ophelia’s POV The air was thick with tension. I could feel the weight of it hanging over me like a dark cloud, pressing in from all sides. It had been a few days since Aaron’s declaration of commitment, and I had allowed myself to relax, to let my guard down—just a little. Caleb and I had started to settle into a routine that felt right, and Aaron had become an integral part of our little family. It was easy to forget, for brief moments, that there were still ghosts of the past lurking in the shadows. But no matter how hard I tried to move forward, they always seemed to catch up with me. Samara, especially, had been a constant thorn in my side. I’d heard rumors, whispers of her movements, but nothing concrete. I knew she was still out there, somewhere, plotting and scheming, but I hadn’t expected her to make her move this soon. The message arrived unexpectedly. My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a name I hadn’t seen in years. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it,
Ophelia’s POV The weeks that followed were both a whirlwind and a blessing. With Caleb settling into a new routine at school and Aaron continuing to be a constant support, I found myself falling deeper into a rhythm I hadn’t thought possible. I had never imagined that, after everything I had been through, I could feel this safe again. But with Aaron by my side, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in years. Work, too, had become more manageable. As the new manager and assistant to Aaron, I had begun taking on more responsibilities, and surprisingly, I was thriving. The decision to promote me had come as a shock at first, but as I settled into the role, I realized just how much I was capable of. Aaron had faith in me, and I was determined not to let him—or myself—down. Still, there were moments when the weight of my past threatened to resurface. It was hard not to feel the sting of Samara’s betrayal, or the constant reminder of Kent’s attempts to control everything in my lif