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CHAPTER SIXTEEN (ELARA'S POV)
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The one thing she had been trying to forget. The one that set her body on fire and made her spine tingle even after they pulled away. She forced a smirk trying to be cocky. “What do you think?” Killian studied her for a moment, he was searching for something. Then slowly, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. Elara’s breath hitched. “Elara…” he murmured, stepping impossibly closer. His fingers brushed her bare arm, trailing up to her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. “Tell me to stop.” She should stop this. She should step back. But she didn’t. Because the way he was looking at her? Like he wanted to devour her whole? It was intoxicating. Instead, she whispered, “I won’t.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, like his restraint had snapped. Then finally, he closed the distance between them completely. In a flash, his mouth was on hers, claiming, demanding. Elara gasped, her hands gripping the collar of his tuxedo as he backed her up
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The drive to Killian’s estate was quiet.Not the peaceful type of quiet, but the tense silence that had a lot of unspoken words lingering between them. After everything that had happened at the gala, the heat between them had finally settled down. Elras had expected to be taken to her home but instead Killian ordered the driver to take them “home”.His home.She wanted to object but something about the way he tapped his finger lightly against his knee, clenched his jaw, told her not to. He was thinking about someone. Planning, so she didn't want to interrupt.She turned her stranded to the city that blurred as they drove past it, mesmerized by the beauty of it all.After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at his mansion. She wasn't sure that she would ever be able to get over how magnificent his house was.A literal fortress.The car rolled to a stop and parked, before she could even reach for her door handle, Killian's butler opened the door for her.“Ms. Beckett.” He
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He hated the way his name sounded coming out from her mouth, he hated the way the lights dimmed from her eyes and was replaced with the cold woman he had met weeks back. They were back to business partners.Strangers.For the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure if he had made his best decision or biggest regret.She didn’t say anything after that. She simply turned on her heels. Her silence was louder than any insult she could have thrown at him. He wouldn't have blamed her if she did.He could see it in the way her posture stiffened, her shoulders tensed and her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She was barely holding herself together.Deep down in him, no matter how hard he tried to push the feeling away, he felt regret.He had never planned for last night to go the way it did. He didn't plan for it to mess with his head so much. He didn't expect her to feel the way she did.He watched as she straightened her spine and lifted her chin. He knew before she said it. She was
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Killian Hayes had built his empire on control.Every deal, every negotiation, every enemy was handled with calculated precision. Today was no different.Seated at the head of the conference table in his private confernece room which he liked to call his war room. He tapped his fingers against the polished mahogany surface of his desk, eyes scanning the reports which has been brought before him. There were screens that were mounted and on the walls displayed live feeds—news broadcasts, social media trends, financial charts. Everything that was on the Internet.Ivy thought she had power. Thought she could rip Elara apart and walk away unscathed.Wrong move, sweetheart.The doors opened, and his most trusted executives walked in—his PR strategist, his cybersecurity expert, his legal consultant, and two men whose specialties weren’t exactly legal.“Gentlemen,” Killian greeted, lacing his fingers together. “Let’s begin.”His PR strategist, Daniel, spoke first. “Damage control is already go
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As Elara stepped into Killian’s office, the air was filled with an undeniable energy. Victory. Sweet, intoxicating victory. It wasn't the finally blow yet but they had wonder ivy and the scent of her blood brought Elara now.The Aftershock of their move on ivy was sending shockwaves through the business world as no one had expected it.Killian stood near his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Elara couldn't help but notice the satisfactory look on his face. He did look op as she entered but she knew that he was aware of her presence.Elara smirked as she walked over to him, taking the glass of whiskey from his hand before he could react. “You look like a man who just executed the perfect takedown.”Killian arched a brow but let her take the drink, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I look like a man who always wins.” he corrected.He still hadn't looked a her.She took a slow sip, the burn of the whiskey warming her from the inside our. “Cocky.”“Confident.” he cou
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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
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The conference room was quiet—too quiet. Everyone had left after the meeting, leaving nothing but the echo of heels, the hum of the AC and the bitter aftertaste of humiliation lingering in the air.Ivy sat at the head of the table, knuckles white around the armrests of her chair, her perfectly painted nails digging into the leather. Her heart was still racing, her breathing coming in fast as the scene from minutes ago replayed in her mind over and over.Elara.Killian.Walking into her company like they owned the place. Like they hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of her sanctuary. Like they weren’t deliberately trying to ruin her.That presentation had been flawless. The proposal—bold, innovative, and worst of all, exactly what her board had been begging for. Sustainability and fashion? Exclusive tech-backed partnerships? Combining Elara’s brand aesthetics with Hayes Corp logistics? It was a golden opportunity. Too golden.She should have seen it coming. But she’d been too busy
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Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance.He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath.The audacity.The manipulation.The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.He had met sharks before, predators with porcelain smiles and blood on their hands, but Ivy Beckett—she was something else. The kind of woman who couldn’t stand to lose and would rather scorch the earth than admit defeat.Still, it hadn’t been her arrogance that made him laugh.It was her assumption.That everyone had a price.That he’d abandon Elara for a better paycheck, a seat closer to the throne, or a night tangled in the sheets with her.Pathetic.Preston leaned back in the
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It had taken nine days, four ignored calls, and three dozen emails disguised in professionalism and charm for Ivy to finally get a response from him.Preston Grey.Preston Grey was a ghost.He didn’t operate through a firm or an office. No trail, no receptionist, no verifiable address. Just a burner email that replied in one lined sentence and cold confirmation. But she finally had him—an hour at The Silversmith, a low-lit whiskey bar tucked beneath the Avalon Hotel, where the city’s power players went to hide their dirt.And Ivy had plenty of dirt.She walked in thirty minutes early, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she slid into a booth at the far end. The bartender greeted her with a nod and a glass of her usual. She needed the heat of the bourbon to steady her nerves.Because Preston wasn’t just a PI.He was dangerous. Calculated. A man who’d been hovering too close to Elara for her liking. Too discreet to leave trails and too confident to be accidental.She needed
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As she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
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The table was set to perfection.A private terrace at one of the city’s most exclusive garden restaurants called Golden leaf. Pristine white linens lay on the table, polished cutlery, and floral arrangements hand-picked that morning. It was the sort of setting made for reconciliation—or assassination.Ivy leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, a beautiful flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a cream Chanel blazer, pearl earrings that shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the kind of smile that had ruined lives.She didn’t expect Elara to show.She certainly didn’t expect her to be early.But there she was.Striding toward the table with the calm arrogance of a queen, clad in a black silk blouse, wide-legged trousers that made her look seven feet tall, and a smirk that made Ivy’s grip tighten on her glass.“Elara,” Ivy said, standing to greet her.“Ivy,” Elara replied smoothly, leaning in to brush her cheek with a kiss that never touched skin.They both sat.The silence between t
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The city never slept, and neither did Ivy.Not tonight.Not since the gala.Not since that night.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, perched on top of one of the most luxurious buildings in the city, watching the skyline pulse with artificial light. But beneath the glitter of a thousand high-rises, all she saw were shadows.Her reflection stared back at her in the glass—perfectly done hair, blood-red lips, eyes sharp and tired. The woman staring back looked composed.But on the inside she was unraveling.Behind her, Aiden stirred on the couch, half-asleep, his arm draped over his eyes. His presence usually steadied her. He was the calm to her calculated storm, her partner in both business, intimacy and crime. But not tonight.Tonight, her thoughts moved too fast for comfort.She crossed her arms, rubbing at her bare skin as if that could shake the lingering feeling from her bones. The one she had carried since the masked figure tried to grab her from behind th
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It had been four hours since she whispered “You’re delusional” and disappeared into her room like she hadn’t just cracked open the cage he’d kept around his darkest urges.He hadn’t moved from the study since he went in and shut the door behind him.The drink in his glass had gone untouched, the bright amber liquid catching the dim light of the chandelier above. His jaw was tight. His heart a low, steady throb beneath the skin.Delusional?No.Strategic.Because if Elara thought for one damn second that he’d sit back while she twirled around town with a man like Preston Grey—wealthy, charming, powerful—then maybe she was the delusional one.She didn’t realize what she’d started. This wasn’t a petty game of jealousy anymore.It was war.Killian sat back in the leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as Ethan’s files played again on the projector screen behind him.Preston was good.Too good.The kind of man that could take Elara from him in plain sight—with a well-timed smile,
