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
I wished I were dead. I wished I'd sustained a brain injury, or better—had found myself in an alternate universe in order to explain why my husband was hunched over my sister, railing her from behind.The mugs of coffee I carried dropped to the floor and shattered, alerting the two unholy lovebirds to my presence. My husband, Kent, turned sharply and gasped. “Lia?” He hastily pulled his up his boxers to cover himself. My attention switched to Samara who looked away and quietly adjusted her dress. “Why are you avoiding my gaze, Samara. Why not look at me?”She continued to keep her eyes away from me. Even as Kent approached me, I couldn't stop looking at Samara. The weight of what I'd discovered was too much to bear. “Lia,” Kent started with a calm voice. “I can explain.”I chuckled. The fact tears weren't pouring from my eyes surprised me. It just goes to show how unbelievable this situation was. Kent and Samara together in my office. I nodded. ‘“Go on. Tell me something I don't
Slowly, my eyes came open to focus on what appeared to be a room. At first, and for a long time, nothing made sense. Eventually, it clicked. I understood based on the posters on the walls and the strong scent of antiseptics in the air. This was a hospital. I looked down on myself, finding numerous tubes attached on me. Flashes of the accident, divorce and the overthrow flashed before my eyes. My throat tightened. The question now was how had I made it here? Was it the work of a good Samaritan? The door swung open and a nurse worked in. She gasped at first, then wore a wide smile. “Oh my goodness.” She turned to head out, but for some reason, stopped in her tracks. She started towards me. “Good morning, ma'am. I'm sure you're confused but you're in safe hands,” she said apologetically. “How serious are my injuries?” I asked. I knew I'd been involved in an accident. I wanted her to knowanswered I was aware. “Not so significant,” she replied. “I lost consciousness. I'm pretty
THREE YEARS LATER…“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, my prince.” The little boy stirred as I gently shook him. But he didn't wake. I couldn't help the smirk that tipped my lips as I heard his tiny snore the next second. Stirling a giggle, I caressed his ear. He squirmed. “Okay, Mommy is serious now. Time for school.”Hearing this, he peeled open his eyes. Those cute blues flashed at me before he snuggled close to me. I gave a satisfied chuckle as I wrapped him in my arms. “You slept like the king you are.” I kissed the top of his golden hair. “Mommy didn't quite.”“Morning, Mommy.” he said in a groggy voice. “Morning love,” I kissed his head again, holding him close. My eyes shut close. It was always this way, me hugging Caleb so tight as though I wasn't going to see him again. I couldn't help it. He was my world. He was my joy. He was the reason I hadn't ended my life three years ago, but instead strived to keep living. And plot revenge. “Alright. Time for school now.” He groane
There had to be a way out of this. Surely, he should know I wouldn't have slammed the door if I'd known he was inside. I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts. “It's not what you think.”“It certainly is, Miss. I don't need to be a brainaic to know what you exhibited was utter disrespect ““I didn't even know you were in there.” My tone came out sharp.. He narrowed his eyes at me. “I'm sorry. But I didn't know you were there or anyone was.”“That's not an excuse. Out of my office “ he concluded, going back to his computer. How could someone be this hardhearted. He was Aaron Donovan, the CEO of Donovan Corporation. He was known to be ruthless, but I hadn't imagined him to be this cruel. Anger surged within me. Nobody had ever treated me with such disrespect. Suddenly, he looked up at me and his brows shot up. “You're still standing there?”“I need this job. Please. I've put my all into this interview. I have a lot of goals, goals that I believe will help the company.”He regarde
As my alarm chimmed, I imagined smashing it and somehow having that turn back the hands of time. But the alarm had cost me close to a million dollars at an antique auction. The thought of inflicting such an injury on an inanimate object didn't seem becoming of me. For the first time in my thirty years of existence, I didn't feel like leaving my room. My footsteps towards the bathroom was lazy; I had forgone the routine of press-up. I didn't look forward to getting to the office because my frustration levels would likely increase today. Finding a replacement for the insolent lady proved extremely difficult. After showering, and dressing up, I settled in the living room with Geneviv to have breakfast. Her face softened. Before I could ask what the problem, she spoke, “You don't look cheerful. What's the problem?”“I don't wear a cheerful face,” I reminded her, stifling the smirk which itched to appear on my face. “Obviously.” She rolled her eyes. “But this case is different. Your w
The morning light filtered through the tall glass windows of Aaron Donovan’s office as I stepped inside, heart pounding louder than my heels against the polished floor. I wasn’t sure why I’d agreed to come back, but I had. This was my shot. I had to make it count. The receptionist gave me a look—was it judgment, curiosity? I couldn’t tell. Either way, I held my chin up and walked straight to Aaron’s office without hesitation. I hadn’t had time to fully think through my decision. But now that I was here, there was no turning back. No more second-guessing. I was going to prove I could do this job, no matter what it took. Aaron didn’t intimidate me—at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. When I reached his door, I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. If this was going to be awkward, it wasn’t my fault. I knocked, and before I could second-guess myself, I pushed the door open. Aaron was standing by the window, his broad back facing me. As always, he exuded power and control
I sat in the coffee shop, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop, but my mind kept drifting.The adrenaline rush of my return to Donovan Corporation hadn’t worn off yet. It was a strange sensation, like stepping into a familiar room after years of being away.The smell of polished wood, the hum of a thousand voices in the background—it was the same, but I wasn’t the same.I knew Aaron would never let me off easily. He might have given me a second chance, but that didn’t mean he trusted me, or that he wouldn’t be watching my every move. And that was fine. He could watch. I would make sure he saw exactly what I wanted him to see. But there was something more I needed.Something he wouldn’t give me just by offering me a job as his secretary. I needed access to the people who truly ran the show, the ones whose names were whispered in boardrooms and whose decisions shaped the fate of entire industries.I was scrolling through my contacts when I saw her name. “Geneviv.” I hadn’t thought a
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
Ophelia’s POV The kiss haunted me. I couldn’t stop replaying it, over and over, no matter how hard I tried to shove it to the back of my mind. The warmth of Aaron’s lips, the intensity in his touch—it was as if he had unraveled every piece of armor I had meticulously put in place. It felt wrong, too raw, too dangerous. But at the same time, it had awakened something in me I thought I’d buried for good. I stared blankly at the spreadsheets on my laptop, trying to focus. My apartment felt like a cage, each quiet second amplifying the storm in my chest. I hadn’t seen Aaron since that night, hadn’t even heard from him. Part of me was grateful. It gave me space to think, to figure out how I could move forward without letting emotions derail my plan. But another part of me—a foolish, naive part—felt disappointed. The sound of Caleb’s laughter pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced toward the living room, where my son sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with his favorite set of blocks.
Aaron’s POV The office was unusually quiet tonight. Even the constant hum of the city outside seemed to have dimmed, as if it understood the weight pressing down on my shoulders. My work had always been my escape, my sanctuary. But lately, that sanctuary felt less like a fortress and more like a cage. And it was all because of her. Ophelia Lewis. From the moment she walked into my office, she disrupted everything I’d carefully built. At first, I thought it was her insolence, her knack for challenging me in ways no one else dared. But it was more than that. She was unpredictable, and that unpredictability was both maddening and intoxicating. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was infuriating. Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the city skyline, the lights glittering like scattered diamonds. My reflection stared back at me from the glass, a reminder of the man I’d become: cold, detached, ruthless. There was no room in my life for distractions, least of all one that came wit
Ophelia’s POV It had been a week since Aaron’s near-apology, and life at Donovan Corporation continued at its relentless pace. Aaron maintained his usual cold, calculated demeanor during the day, and I worked tirelessly to ensure everything flowed smoothly. Still, there were cracks in his fortress, moments where the man behind the ruthless businessman slipped through, and I couldn’t stop myself from noticing. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Aaron Donovan occupied my mind far more than I was comfortable admitting. Each day, I told myself I’d keep my distance, focus solely on my goals, and avoid personal entanglements. Each day, I failed. It was late one evening when my carefully constructed wall began to crumble. I was still in my office, organizing files for Aaron’s upcoming meeting, when the intercom buzzed. “Miss Lewis,” came his familiar voice, sharp yet laced with something I couldn’t quite place. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” “My office. Now.” I sighed, brushing a stray strand o
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.