Lena’s POV
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. I was on the couch with a blanket over me, pretty warm. I grabbed my phone from the table, a series of missed calls and messages on my phone, most of them from Damien. Why was my phone on silent? “Grant!” I snapped, crossing my arms. “Why did you put my phone on silent? Why didn’t you tell me Damien was trying to reach me last night?” Grant was casually sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone like everything was normal. “Oh, that? I didn’t think it was important. Besides, you looked too exhausted to take calls.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? It wasn’t your decision to make, Grant! I would’ve taken his calls.” “Would you?” he smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Look, Lena, you were half asleep by the time you had that coffee. There was no way you were talking to anyone coherently. I did you a favor.” I clenched my fists. “I don’t need your favors, Grant! Damien’s calls were my business, not yours. You had no right.” He shrugged, clearly unfazed. “You’re welcome.” I turned on my heel and stomped back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I needed to get out of here, away from him. I dressed quickly, grabbing my bag, and was about to storm out when I noticed the driver, who had been missing last night, standing outside by the car. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath. “Where the hell were you last night? I called you! I had to walk in the rain!” The driver, avoiding eye contact, apologized. “I'm sorry ma'am. He didn't tell me." “He who?" He winced and I knew at once what had happened. “Tell me the truth,” I demanded. He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “Ms. Reynolds, I—” “Tell me!” I barked. He flinched. “Mr. Wells told me to disappear for the night. He said he'd drop you off and he wanted to talk business. I'm sorry.” I felt the heat rising in my chest. I turned to look back at the house where Grant stood by the window, watching us. My hands trembled with rage. “So, you made me walk in the rain, soaked to the bone, just to play along with whatever game Grant was pulling?” Marching back up the driveway, I burst through the door, and Grant didn’t even flinch as I approached him. He actually had the audacity to look amused. “You paid him off?” I growled, standing right in front of him. Grant raised an eyebrow, still looking infuriatingly calm. “Maybe I did. It worked, didn’t it?” Without thinking, my hand flew to his face, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. He rubbed his cheek but smiled. “You’re insane!” I spat. “I’m done, Grant. Done! Don’t ever talk to me again.” I turned to leave, but his voice followed me out. “You can’t avoid me forever, Lena. And what’s the deal with Damien? Are you two seeing each other now?” I stopped dead in my tracks, turning around to face him. “It’s none of your damn business, Grant. None. Of. Your. Business.” Grant chuckled. “Touchy subject, huh?” “Go to hell,” I snapped before slamming the door behind me and heading straight to the car. By the time I pulled up to my building, I was ready to forget this entire nightmare. But as I parked, something caught my eye — two Lamborghinis parked in the lot. I frowned. That was unusual. I froze when I saw my parents sitting in the living room. My mother stood up, smoothing her dress, while my father remained seated, arms crossed, staring at me with that familiar look of disappointment. “Lena,” my mother began, her voice cool but controlled, “we need to talk.” “What’s going on?” I asked, glancing between them. My father spoke first, his tone harsh. “What’s going on is the mess you’ve made of the Reynolds name. The shame, the embarrassment—” “Dad, I—” “Don’t interrupt me,” he cut in, his voice cold. “Your reckless decision two years ago has already cost this family a fortune. You destroyed our investments, ruined our reputation.” I swallowed. “You’ve brought great disappointment to this family, dear,” my mother added, shaking her head. “But we’re not here to rehash old failures. We’re here to give you a chance to make things right.” I stared at her, confused. “What are you talking about?” My mother reached into her bag and pulled out a folder, laying it on the coffee table in front of me. “This is your way out.” I frowned, flipping open the folder. Inside were documents for an exotic holiday home in the Bahamas, in her name. I blinked, glancing up at my mother. “And outside,” my father added, “is a brand-new Lamborghini, also in our names. This is your chance to restore our family’s glory, Lena.” I stared at them, fist balled. I had an idea what this was about. But I had to hear it from them. “Why? What's the catch?" Thompson, my father, leaned forward, his expression serious. “There’s no catch. All you have to do is agree to one thing.” “What?” My mother answered, her voice smooth. “All he wants is a partnership with the Reynolds family and let's be frank. That's something anyone with a nickel of sense would kill for.” I shook my head, “I don't know what you're talking about, mother. Damien and I are forging a good partnership and in a few months it will be perfect then the Reynolds family can buy all the shares we want.” “That's nothing but wishful thinking!" My father retorted. My mother actually looked at me like I'd lost my mind. “Lena, darling, how could you even compare what Mega Hawke can and will ever offer you to what he can.” “Your mother is right, Lena. This is your chance to make it right. And if you agree to it, everything you’ve lost, everything we’ve lost, can be restored.” I took a step back, feeling like the walls were closing in on me. “So that’s it? I’m just supposed to agree to this partnership for some vacation home and two Lamborghini?” My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Lena, this is your chance to fix what you broke. Don’t be foolish. Your family had suffered too long. We lost everything because of that night!” I swallowed, “I need to think about this.” “There’s nothing to think about,” my father said sternly. “This is your duty. You owe this to us.” I glanced at the documents again, the Lamborghini parked outside. This was my chance to make things right. But at what cost? My mother stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. “Lena, this is your opportunity. Don’t throw it away.” My father sneered at me, “You will call Grant Wells and you'll sign that deal or you cease to be a member of the Reynolds family." I froze.Lena's POV “We knew you'd do the right thing, honey.” Those were my mother's words, and they have haunted me since yesterday.As I stepped into my office, Damien was already there, leaning against my desk, his arms crossed and his expression stiff.Damien rarely looked pissed. Today, he was furious. His gaze was fixed on me. "So, it's true?My heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"Don't play dumb, Lena. I know about the partnership with Grant Wells."I flinched. "Damien, How did you know that?He shrugged, his jaw clenched. "I have my resources. You think you can just agree to something like that and keep me in the dark?"I sighed, my head dropping slightly. "Damien, this is for my family. I didn’t expect you to understand.""Oh, I understand, alright." His voice was sharp, almost accusing. "You’re making a deal with him for your family after refusing to take the deal for Mega Hawke, do you have any idea how that looks?”It’s not like that!" I shot back. "It’s…it’s comp
Lena's POVI stood there, staring at Damien, who was now kneeling down in front of me full of hope. My heart raced. There were several onlookers and most of them had their phones out with their lenses trained on me, ready to capture what they thought would be a great moment. But all I felt was chaos and guilt in my heart.“Lena,” Damien started and, for the first time, he almost pleaded, “I know things have been rough. But, I love you and do not want to lose you. Will you marry me? Let us pack up everything and start over.”As he said this, I could feel the heat rising from my neck to my cheeks as everyone held their breath. The scene of Damien proposing was something straight out of a fairy-tale, the kind of fairy-tale every little girl dreams about. And yet, here I was, so bitterly disappointed, because deep down I already knew the truth. I knew what happened last night and Damien would never know. He didn't know my mistakes, the structure of the agreement I had signed, the trust I
Lena's POVHe turned over, inhaling terribly with the effort of collecting himself again. After what felt like an eternity, he looked at me again in silence, his face giving away nothing.“Right now, I need a little bit of time to process this,” he said in a low voice. “Lena, this is not something in my life I can pretend has occurred and then go on with my life. It is a massive game-changer.”I understood and hated the helplessness that incurred seeking anything further and nodded. “I comprehended. Take all the time you require."Damien nodded once before turning away and exiting the room, leaving me standing there. An unbearable pain rose in my chest and I stood there, knowing all too well that I might have just lost the one person who cared for me.I walked back to my office somewhat in a daze and was hardly cognizant of my environment. On my desk was a message from Grant.Grant: Dinner? Let’s meet tonight. We have things to discuss.Willing myself to calm down was of no use as I i
Lena's POV I averted my gaze, embarrassed. “Because I thought I would be able to manage it myself. I didn’t want you to think of me as a pathetic person who needed to be rescued. I believed I was strong enough to handle it all, but I was mistaken. I hurt you, and I hurt myself.”Damien let out a long sigh and stared at his palms. “Lena, I appreciate that there was pressure on you, but I need you to know that it is not true. There is no need for you to bear the burden all by yourself. I wanted to help you… if only you allowed me to.”It was a moment of stillness, and I felt my eyes begin to get watery. “I understand, and I apologize so much. If it were possible, I would turn back the clock and act in a different manner. While I do not ask you to simply let it slide, I wish you to understand that I am motivated to compensate you in any way I can, as best as possible.”He breathed out, if only to soften that rigid look a little in what seemed to be a pitying way. “Lena… I am not sure th
Lena's POV That night, I laid on the bed thinking about the series of events that had transpired over the past weeks. No, I was aware that I could not alter history, but I could envisage a better tomorrow. And that tomorrow had no place for Grant or anyone else for that matter.In the morning, I woke up resolved. I was going to show Damien and, more importantly, myself that I could be a worthy person without him. And even if it proved to be the hardest thing to do, I was going to go out there and fight for him, for us.Damien entered my office, an envelope in hand, ready to take over. I was so entrenched in work, trying to organize several bits and pieces into place, that I hardly noticed him. He coughed politely, my attention diverted from my work, and when I looked up, he was right beside my desk with an unreadable look on his face.“Lena,” he began, after a moment’s silence, and extended the envelope to me. “This was delivered this morning. It is an invitation for an awards gala.
Lena's POV Her gaze grew frosty, a trace of malice lurking beneath her professional smile. "Oh, I have no doubt you are making an effort, Lena. But, some individuals are raised in such spheres, while some… well, their entire existence is spent ‘fitting in”, only to find out that they are not the one.’”It was more contempt than cloaked, and I felt my jaw tense. I was not going to allow her the pleasure of seeing me distressed.“I do not think the idea of belonging is something that one is simply born to,” I said, adjusting my posture to stand a little taller. “It is something that one earns. Through effort, through loyalty, through ethics. And I am not here to seek anyone's wow factor. I am here because my work and its efforts deserve recognition. Just as it would for any other.”There was something dangerous flickering in Vivian's eyes, as though she was not familiar with someone talking to her like that. But she composed herself promptly, and gave me a condescending smile. “Well, i
Lena's POV Verena then redirected her look at Damien, elongating her lips in a faint smile. “And Damon, the pleasure is all mine, as always. You are in great company tonight,” she addressed him, albeit with an underlying tone that was slightly off.Damien tactfully avoided any further engagement by absorbing the atmosphere. “Vivian,” he turned to me and acknowledged. “I trust the night is treating you well.”“Oh, of course,” she retorted with an attitude while turning back to face me. “I must commend you for being here, Lena, with your… let’s say resources are severely limited. I can only imagine how difficult such levels must be for people like you.”There was an uncomfortable pinch on me, but I managed to keep my voice emotionless. “That’s why no one fears Mrs. Wells, because every challenge makes us better. I do believe that everyone present understands the significance of the grit and the will that goes into every worthwhile endeavor.”Verena raised her eyebrows slightly as a wid
Lena's POV I didn’t reply. I continued striding in a straight line without turning my head. But while I was basking in my victory, those words were a nagging thought at the back of my head. As I settled in beside Damien once again, I was somewhat disappointed at myself for thinking Grant was going to vanish from my life. Damien studied me carefully, almost as though he could read my mind and dismiss the fears that I had. “You are alright?” he asked with an undertone of concern. I inhaled sharply and looked down for a moment, relaxing my hold on the award. “ Uhnnn…. Yes,” I managed to say while suppressing a line of mounting dread. “I am now.” Yet still, in the farthest reaches of my consciousness, I had a feeling that this night was not the end of something but rather the commencement of another hardship that was sure to test me in ways I had never imagined. And even if I wished to rejoice in success and party on, part of me had already gone into battle mode anticipating the onsla
Ariel's POV I navigated the aisles of the upscale grocery store, tossing a few essentials into my cart while my mind replayed the day's events. I was worried about Lena- sickened from worrying about how far she would go. I sighed and rubbed my temples as I walked toward the checkout. Probably a quiet night alone would help me think.After paying, I stepped out on the sidewalk, shifting my bags around in my arms while raising one hand to flag down a taxi.That's when I saw her.Allyson.Lena's assistant.Allyson was a few feet away, standing in the same manner and trying to catch a taxi. My brows twisted downwards. It wasn't strange for Allyson to be out, but there was something about the way she was standing-an urgent, almost anxious-like it's stopping Ariel right in her tracks. Allyson looked behind her as if she were checking for someone before hastily getting into the cab.Clarity came back in a flash. Something was wrong. I moved without thinking and jumped into the next taxi.
Lena's POVAriel scoffed. "How generous." I met Sean’s gaze, ignoring Ariel’s comment. "And if I don’t?"The smirk was still there, but now there was a little less shine to it. "Then Cassidy keeps coming. And she won’t stop until you’re drowning." I drummed my fingers against the desk. "Tell me something, Sean/ do you enjoy being her lap dog? Fetching threats and delivering messages like an obedient little servant?"His expression didn’t change, but I knew he was getting annoyed with me."I enjoy working for someone who knows how to win," he replied with a bit of a smile. "And that’s exactly what Cassidy is doing."Finally, I lifted the envelope, ripped it open, and removed the crisp letter. My eyes scanned the words and my jaw tightened.Cassidy wasn’t just playing the media against me; she was making moves in the business world. Pulling strings with my investors, aligning herself with my competitors. If I didn’t act fast, she’d have her hands wrapped around my empire’s throat.I pl
Lena PovThirty minutes later I found myself sitting across from Victor in a private lobby of an exclusive hotel. He slid a thick folder across the table. I opened it and scanned the pages with my eyes.The seemingly immaculate life of Cassidy Graham had a few cracks- cracks not seen until this moment."Her finances are not as clean as she makes them appear," Victor said, a calm note to his voice covering a trace of satisfaction. "There are some shady offshore dealings under one of her shell companies; not illegal yet, but it wouldn't take much to make it look like one."I was tapping my fingers on the table, considering.Victor continued, "Her personal life is the other half. She's been seen with Damien quite often. The media would devour the insinuation of an affair."I raised my brow as I looked up. "An affair?”Victor smirked. "That's how we'll frame it."I inhaled slowly while considering the next steps. The offshore accounts were straightforward; they would definitely harm her r
Lena's POVI dropped the call and let silence embrace me as my heart regained its calmness. The anger churning in my gut, however, remained unbridled, scorching beneath my skin. Cassidy had drifted in, taunted me before drifting away like a winner. But she was mistaken. I walked to the window and gazed down at the city below. Streets stretched below with the pull of life, unaware of the war that was rising from the shadows. I had built my empire in this city, made my name untouchable. And Cassidy thought she would take it away from me? No chance. I turned back to my desk, flipping through the reports of the latest damage control efforts. The media had been relentless on me. The headlines cast me as a tyrant, my employees as victims, my business as a decaying empire. Some of my top investors had already withdrawn, and those still holding on were betting on my ability to weather this storm. I would. A knock sounded at my door. I didn't look up. "What?" Marie came in, her steps hes
In the charged air between us, we both stood on our ground, studying each other for a fight. Cassidy had the guts to walk into my space, my office, as if she owned the place. And yet she didn't bat an eye. No hesitation marked her steps, nor was there any flicker of doubt in her gaze.She wanted this confrontation.Fine. I would give her one.I leaned back on the desk, arms crossed, as I met her ice-cold glare. "You've certainly grown bolder," I said flatly. "All that time spent scheming in the shadows must have done wonders for your confidence."A tinkling laugh escaped Cassidy. She sounded light, but the undertone was sharper. "Oh, Lena. You act as though you haven’t been doing the same. The difference is I don’t hide behind boardrooms and PR firms. I fight my battles head-on."I scoffed. "Is that what you call it? Lying? Poisoning the media against me? You are not a warrior, Cassidy. You are a snake, slithering in the cracks while waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."He
Lena's POVDamien closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "You are driving straight into a downward spiral, Lena." His voice was low but firm. "And it is pathetic."I shot him a glare. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Look at you. Scurrying frantically to try and hold on to power, chasing shadows, and lashing out at everyone around you. This is not the Lena I know!""You don't know me," I shot back. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to fight for."Damien's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. "I know you've always been ruthless, but this? This is desperation, Lena. And desperation will make you sloppy."A flare of rage shot up through my chest. "If you're here to lecture me, skip it. I've had enough of your advice.""You need something," he said, his voice slicing into my defenses like a knife. "Because right now, Cassidy's winning. And if you don't stop acting like a cornered animal, she's going to run you out.
Lena's POV I hung up without another word, mind a million miles ahead of the present situation. This was going to be the start of a legal spate; I was determined to tell my story and remind them how I am the queen of this industry.I spun around toward my laptop, typed up an emergency statement that had to reach each and every national publication before daybreak: Good-naturedly offering recognition of the challenges, some non-essential regrets for "misunderstandings", and reaffirming my commitment to excellence. This was a standard maneuver, creating an impression that had worked in the past any number of times.But it felt wrong. Cassidy was not only trash talking me; she was actually shredding the very fabric of what I stood for. And deep inside, I knew this was no tale about her being hurt or displaced. It was a simple tale of revenge.Sitting paralyzed before the luminous screen, a thunderbolt hit me: Why shouldn’t I play for both sides? Why must I let Cassidy run this fight?No
Lena's POV Opening the door to my office unceremoniously, there was the loud creak of the hinges shattering the fierce silence. Grant walked in, his usual authoritative self almost hazed with agitation. Clad in his immaculate tailor-suit as ever, the tautness of his jaw and the flickering unease in his eyes gave him away."What do you want, Grant?" I asked as irritation escaped my voice.He shut the door behind him and took slow, steady steps toward my desk. "I'm here to talk about the mess you made, Lena."Leaning back into the chair, I drummed my fingers against the armrest. "The mess I made?" My voice was bitter. "That's something to say coming from you."Grant's expression darkened. "Don't even go there. The tabloids are not exactly kind to you. The Graham family is furious, and now the investors are asking if you are even worth the risk."I sprang from my chair, the heels clacking sharply against the marble as I closed the distance between us. "Don't lecture me about risks, Gran
Lena's POVMy heels clicked sharply against the cobblestones as I exited the sleek black car, approaching the glittering glass facade of my flagship store. It shimmered like a fortress of success, a tangible testament to everything I had built with my sweat, ambition, and many sleepless nights. But today, even its imposing beauty felt diminished, its big façade cracking only visible to me.I had a holiday from the unending chaos inside the Parisian resort, after my disastrous fashion show. It was a happy place, so peaceful between grittiness. I had sat beside tranquil waters and overdosed on luxury, but even there, a weight of failure pressed down on my chest. And it was an illusion; the calm turned to an ache, that as soon as the real world came in, cold and sharps always were waiting, like an old friend.My empire..the one I had built from scratch, brick by painstaking brick-was under attack, and I knew exactly who the enemy was.As I stepped inside, the same humming environment gre