You can't be serious.” She said, flabbergasted by his audacity and nonchalant attitude.
“I didn't stutter, miss Beckett.” Killian said calmly. His tone ticked her off but she calmed herself down before she creates a scene. Elara crossed her legs and clasped her hand. “At the gala,” she started. “You said we have a common goal. I would like to hear it before I'll consider this… absurd idea of yours.” Killian studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable but she didn't flatter under his gaze. He let out a breath then started, “Your lovely sister, Ivy Beckett—” “Step.” Elara interjected. “We do not share even a drop of blood. We are only related due to unfortunate circumstances.” “Okay.” Killian said then continued. “Your step sister is the most manipulative person I have ever met. She is also ruthless. Years ago, she leaked confidential information about one of my biggest business deals to her— your father. It gave him the upper hand— the perfect step to climb above me and it got me millions. I tried everything but like the snake she is, she managed to slither away unscathed.” “And you want revenge?” Elara asked with a brow raised. “Yes. I have been waiting for the right moment to strike and make her pay for the damage she cost me.” Killian said smoothly. Elara clenched her jaw as she remembered her fair share of Ivy's manipulation, her anger began to bubble within her. “We’ve both had our fair share of Ivy.” She said, voice laced with bitterness. “Ivy didn't just steal my inheritance, she also made sure to humiliate me and render me powerless. Everything I had built was brought down to nothing but ashes thanks to her. But that ends now.” Elara watched as Killian's eyes darkened as he also became filled with rage and determination. “We both have unfinished business. She nodded, a little shared of trust blooming between them but Elara had been hurt enough in the past to know not to trust easily. “So… tell me about this engagement plan of yours. Do you really think it'll work?” Killian straightened in his chair. “It will. I have the resources and connections to make everything go smoothly. But we'll still need access. Ivy is a very cautious woman, she won't let me get close. But with you…” he locked eyes with her. Elara raised an eyebrow. “With me what?” A slow dangerous smile spread across his face, it sent a slight pleasurable shiver down her spine. The man before her was undeniably sexy and she tried her best not to react to his presence. Snap out of it, Elara! She yelled in her mind. “We're going to give her something she can't ignore. A reason for our worlds to collide.” “The engagement.” Elara finished for him. “Bingo.” He winked at her and she felt heat pool in her core making her shift uncomfortably in her seat but Killian didn't notice. He leaned closer and the scent of mush, cedar and coffee infiltrated her nose making her want to close her eyes and inhale in delight. “Think about it. Together, we'll be unstoppable. The perfect power couple that the media wants to see and the type that Ivy doesn't want to see. It'll drive her insane and cracks will begin to form which will give us access to her empire which we will seize.” Elara's heart raced as she thought about his plan. It seemed perfect but she had never expected her return to end with an engagement. “And what happens when we're done with our plan? What happens to the engagement?” His smile changed to a predatory smirk that made more heat pool between her legs. “We'll cross that bridge when we get there.” Elara looked away from his distracting face for a minute, she needed to collect her thoughts. Once her mind was settled, she turned back to his expectant gaze. A fierce determination lit inside her. “Alright.” She said, her voice firm and steady. “Let's do it.” His smirk widened as he extended his hand towards her. She took it and felt a tingle shoot down her arm as his large palm engulfed her small one and warmed it up with the heat that radiated from him. “Let's make Ivy regret ever crossing us.”Elara left a couple of hours ago and Killian was left alone in his office. He sat on the edge of his desk staring out unto the city through his floor to ceiling windows in his office. The sun has started to set, casting the office in its warm red glow, it seemed peaceful but his mind was anything but peaceful.He needed to act fast.He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he got to a man's name, Mason Thorne. He was the best public affairs manager in the city— he was discreet, ruthless and very effective.Killian had used his services a couple of times to take down competitors so he trusted in the man's abilities.He dialed the number and Mason picked up on the first ring.“Killian.” Mason said in greeting in a smooth and confident tone. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”“You know the drill. I need news to spread quickly.” Killian said ,his voice slow and deliberate. He may be in haste on the inside but he would never let it show outside. “You're going to announ
He thought back to the way he felt his breath hitched when she locked her brown eyes with his. Her eyes were warm and reminded him of hot chocolate during Christmas. It had specks of green that made them even more unique.Then her scent— oh! It drove him insane and it took everything in him to control himself. There was just something so intoxicating about it, the smell of something fruity with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon.It was perfect. Made him want to bury his nose in her hair and take a deep sniff.He remembered a look in her eyes. It was something he couldn't decipher despite how long he has spent staring into them.He hated not knowing and that made her dangerous to him.A knock at the door broke his train of thoughts.“Come in.” He ordered without turning back.The door opened and he heard that sound of heels clicking on the marvel floors, this made him tune and he came face to face with one of his assistants, Rachel. She had a nervous expression on her face. “Sir, there’s
The cold lobby of Haye’s enterprise did nothing to cool down the anger boiling with her. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she stormed through the building, heels clicking hastily on the floor, fury intensifying with each step.She was in disbelief when she saw the headlines barely two hours after she left his office yesterday.“Massive Shocker: Billionaire Tycoon Killian Hayes And Fashion Mogul Elara Beckett Are Engaged And Set To Wed!”“What?!” She screamed as she saw it and instantly sent a text to Killian which he didn't respond to.Something in her snapped and she was here for a confrontation. She had agreed to the engagement, yes but they were yet to discuss how and when they would announce it. They hadn't made a plan and yet, here they were. Once again, her life has been toyed with by another person.She stormed through the building, barely paying any attention to those around her. She got to the elevator and went up to the top floor, the higher she went the
“Why?” Killian asked. “Do you not trust me?”“No, I do not.” Elara answered without hesitation. “I have worked so hard to get to where I am and I will not trust a stagger blinding thereby putting everything I have worked hard for, to risk.”“Fair.” Killian said with a shrug.“I'll head home now.” She said adjusting her blouse today had been a rollercoaster of emotions that she needed to recover from. “I will be here first thing in the morning with my lawyer.”With that she turned and walked to the door. Her hand reached for the handle before she paused.Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she looked at Killian who was watching her. “Prepare yourself.”With that, she pushed the door open and walked out.****The next day….Elara sat in the conference room at Haye's enterprise. His assistant ushered her in there as soon as she arrived. It was a private conference room on his floor so she had no worries of someone listening in on the discussion that was about to happen.She dressed with
“Unto the next.” Elera continued. “No decision is to be made without both parties' approval. This includes any form of announcement, public appearances, interviews and more “She made sure to shoot Killian a knowing look as she spoke. He nodded but his expression was neutral this time. “Agreed. There will be full transparency henceforth.”Lilian read the next rule. “No one— neither the parties involved or any of their associates who are aware of the truth behind this can leak it. Any breach of this secret will result in severe consequences for the party at fault.”Killian's lawyer, Richard, finally spoke up. “What exactly do you mean by ‘severe’?”Elara answered his question with a stone face because she wasn't here to play. Neither will she allow anyone to jeopardize things without a punishment. “Twenty years in prison, punishable by law and a one billion dollar fine.”The lawyers exchanged glances but said nothing while Killian and Elara had a stare down. He didn't break their star
“That witch!” She screamed as she threw her tablet across the room.“Calm down, ivy.” Aiden said, holding up his arms in a bid to soothe her.“Don't you dare tell me to calm down.” She snapped. “Can't you see? She's back and she's going to ruin everything!”“I know that she's back but freaking out is exactly what she wants you to do and it won't solve anything.” Aiden said calmly.“Look, Aiden.” She took a step towards him. “I know how hard I worked to get to where I am, I know the people I had to get rid of and how I got rid of them. Elara was one of those people and now that she's back, I know that she has something up her sleeve.”It was like her worst nightmare had come to haunt her in broad daylight. Something she had never imagined. She always had a plan and loved when things went as planned but this, she had never dreamt of it. It wasn't a slight hitch that she could overcome, it was a full blown stim gathering in the distance and she needed to think fast before it got to her a
It had been a couple of days since they had signed the contract. Killian messaged her to come to his mansion for a talk.Elara had always known that Killian Hayes was powerful and wealthy. He has the kind of wealth that could power generations, the type that would forever be whispered through bloodlines and leave legacies in its wake, but nothing has prepared her for the awe she felt stepping into his mansion.From the moment she drove through the enormous iron gates, she was met with a spectacular view. The mansion itself stood tall in its glory— an architectural masterpiece with sleek modern finishes and classic traditional elements all blended seamlessly.The building screamed wealth and power. The driveway was long and paved with a Blackstone polished to perfection. On either side of the driveway stood towering stone sculptures and flower hedges. “He must love art.” She muttered.A breathtaking fountain stood in the center of the driveway, its water cascading like a waterfall add
Killian waved his hand in dismissal. “There’s no need. She’s seen enough.” He turned his attention back to Elara. “Wait for me in my office. Down the hall, last door on the right.”With that, he walked past her, his cologne— cedarwood and pine, an utterly sinful combination lingered in the air after him.Elara resisted the urge to fan herself as she turned sharply in her heels and made her way to his office.His office was exactly like she had imagined— dark wood, leather furniture, a massive desk, fireplace and a large window. A decanter set sat on his desk, untouched, beside a thick folder and his computer.Shutting the door, finally alone she placed a hand on her chest as she sat down on one of the chairs. “Get it together, Elara.” She muttered to herself. “You're here for a purpose and not to drool over your fake fiancé.”By the time the door opened again, she had managed to gain back her composure and put on a professional face.She turned as watched as Killian walked in, fully c
(Elara's POV)The air was thick with tension, but Elara loved it.She could still taste the extent of his frustration, she could feel the weight of his gaze as he took slow steps away from her. He was trying to retain control, to compose himself after what had just happened between them.She could see how hard he was trying in the way his jaw ticked, the way he ran his hand through his hair and over his face, the way he sighed.But he wouldn’t be able to.Not tonight.She knew the war between them had only just begun, but for now she had won this round.A slow, satisfied smile grew on her lips as she ran a hand over her hair, fixing it from the deliciously messy moment they had just shared. Then, she turned to him, her voice cool, calm and collected.Everything that he wasn't."I’m staying the night."It was not a question.Not a request.A statement.She didn’t wait for his response as she brushed past him, deliberately letting her shoulder to graze his as she walked through the di
The drive was silent.A thick, suffocating silence that felt more like a battleground than a moment of peace surrounded them.Elara liked this.She liked seeing him come undone.She knew what she was doing.And it was working.Every muscle in his body screamed restraint, but the tension was thrumming too loud, too violent for him to hold it for long.She turned her head slightly, taking in the sight of him. Sharp. Beautiful. Unraveling. He looked totally and utterly delicious.When they pulled up in front of his mansion, Killian slammed the brakes too hard, making the tires screech against the pavement.She almost laughed.So easy to rile up.He got out without a word, and before she could even reach for the door handle, he was there, yanking it open.His presence filled the space, dark and commanding.Then, in a voice low and cold, he said, "Get. Out."She did not because he demanded it but because she wanted to see where this would go.*****The moment they stepped inside, the heavy
The silence stretched between them endlessly. The tension in the air was thick and suffocating. She felt the electricity dancing across her skin at the tension.Killian hadn’t spoken a word in exactly forty-five seconds since she had uttered the lie."He's my boyfriend."Elara sipped her wine slowly, letting the rich taste of aged wine coat her tongue as she savoured the moment she was having as she watched him.Every muscle in his body was locked tight, his hand curled into a fist on the table, his jaw clenched so hard she thought he might break his teeth.Good.This was exactly what she wanted.A distraction.Something to throw him off balance while she worked on the real plan.Killian had underestimated her for far too long. He thought he was the one pulling the strings, the one controlling the game.He had no idea that she had already rewritten the rules.He was so easy to manipulate—so predictable in his arrogance and possessiveness.She could practically hear his thoughts. Who i
Killian clenched his jaw as he stared at the blurry photo on his phone as if he could burn a hole through it. The image was grainy, taken from a distance, but the content was clear enough. Elara had gone out with a stranger.A man she had never mentioned.A man who had his hand on her lower back in a way that was too intimate and too comfortable for Killian’s liking.His grip tightened around the glass in his other hand, he swirled the drink then downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol did nothing to cool the rage simmering beneath his skin. Who the fuck was he?His first thought was that Elara had betrayed him—that she was plotting with someone else behind his back. That was a dangerous possibility, but not the one that unsettled him the most.No, what really set his blood on fire was the thought that she might be fucking this man.That the coldness she had been directing at him all week wasn’t because she was keeping secrets but because she had moved on from him.He let out a s
The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat but it did nothing to distract him from the frustration in his chest.He was pacing like a possessed man, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.He was angry.Angry at himself. At Elara. At the entire situation. Angry at the world.For years, he had built himself into a man who controlled every outcome, who never let emotions dictate his decisions. He had learned the hard way that attachment was a weakness, a vulnerability that could be exploited. Weakness was something he couldn't afford, something that shouldn't exist in his life. And yet, she was under his skin.Elara.The woman who was supposed to be nothing more than a business strategy, a piece on his chessboard she was playing him just as much as he was playing her. She was supposed to be something he could use to get closer to his goal. Someone that can be discarded at any time.The way she had looked at him today—cold, indifferent, dismissive—made something inside him snap
Killian Hayes showing up at her doorstep was not part of the plan.Elara had spent the past week carefully crafting her next move, trying to play the long game—to get close enough to destroy him the way he had planned to destroy her.But now, standing in front of him, watching the way his sharp eyes narrowed at her, something dark flashing in them, she knew he could tell something had changed.Good.She heard him walk in after her, she turned briefly and saw something flickered across his face, a moment of hesitation, but then his usual controlled expression returned.“Elara.”He only said he name. A quiet command.There was a time where she might have reacted to it. A time when it might have meant something.Not anymore.She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe to the living room, raising a brow. "If you're here for business, we can talk tomorrow. If you’re here for something else, don’t waste my time."His jaw ticked. "Stop avoiding me."She let out a cold and humorless
It had been over a week.A week of silence.A week of no calls, no sharp-witted remarks, no infuriatingly addictive presence.Killian had told himself he didn’t care. That Elara’s absence was a relief, that he could finally focus on what mattered—taking down Ivy and securing what was rightfully his.But that was a lie.Because against his will, she was in his head.Every damn day.He hated it.Hated the way his mind wandered to her when he should be strategizing. Hated the way his fingers had hovered over her contact on his phone more times than he cared to admit. Hated the frustration building in his chest when he realized that she wasn’t reaching out either.Elara was avoiding him.The fact dawn on him and made an uncomfortable feeling settle In his gut with each passing day. He didn’t know why—or maybe he did but refused to acknowledge it.Another day passed and his irritation was at it's peak, another feeling was beginning to surface that he didn't like.He needed to see her.He w
The room felt smaller, like the walls were caving in on her. The air felt heavier, like it was going to suffocate her.Elara sat frozen, her eyes glued to the screen as she reread the documents, her mind struggling to piece together what she was seeing.Killian Hayes.He wasn't just her so called partner in taking down Ivy. He wasn't just her fake financee, he wasn't just a man who had pulled her into his world. He was a man who had lied and had his own agenda from the start.She moved the cursor and opened another file. There it was, written in bold.The Beckett industries.There was a list of recent transactions on the scream but this time, the money trail didn't lead to ivy, rather it lead to Killian.Her hand shook as she clicked on another document, and another. It was all there.Years ago, Killian’s company had been sabotaged by ivy. Elara was well aware of this because he has told her. The information that ivy has leaked to their father gave him an advantage which he took and
The next day, Elara tried to convince herself that she wasn’t affected by Killian’s rejection—again. She drowned herself in work, forced herself to focus on anything but the lingering memory of his lips on hers, the way his hands had gripped her waist. But the worst part wasn’t the kiss itself. It was how easily he had shoved it aside, how easily he had pushed her away.For the second time.She had let herself slip. Let herself believe in something that wasn't real. Something that could never be real.Big mistake.With a tired sigh, she walked over to her couch in her penthouse and sat on it with a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. She had a mansion but today she decided to stay in her penthouse in case Killian came looking for her. She wasn't ready to face him.She looked out unto the city, admiring the different colors of the sky and the faint glow from the street below as she tried to drown out the voices in her head.You know that this is all fake. You knew wha