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 wasn’t going to ask why she had disappeared—no, that would give too much away. Instead, he would come up with some flimsy excuse, something about strategizing against Ivy, and pretend that was the only reason he was standing at her doorstep. It wasn’t. But he sure as hell wasn’t ready to admit that to himself. **** Elara’s mansion was nothing like he had expected. The last time he had been here, he hadn’t taken the time to really look—his mind had been too occupied with handling Ivy’s online attack against her. But now, standing in front of it, he let himself take in the details. It was a stunning mansion which was a mixture of modern and neoclassical architecture. There were towering columns at the entrance that made the structure almost look like a castle. Grand floor to ceiling windows which reflected the late afternoon sun, the stones had intricate designs that made the building look timeless. The building was stark white, a sharp contrast to the black iron gates that he had come through. It was beautiful. Just like its owner. Killian clenched his jaw at the thought then rang the doorbell, shoving his hands into his pockets to appear nonchalant. A few minutes passed before the door swung open. And the moment he saw her, he knew. Something was wrong. Elara stood in front of him with an unreadable expression. It wasn't the usual defiant one that she used to have, there was something more. Her eyes were guarded and colder than he had ever seen. Something had changed. And for the first time in a long time, a strange feeling settled in his chest. Unease. Because whatever had changed, It had everything to do with him. The moment Elara met his gaze, he felt it. It wasn't just distance, it was something deeper and colder. Killian had spent years perfecting the art of reading people, of uncovering their weaknesses before they even knew they had them. And right now, looking at Elara Beckett, he knew that she was done with him. It should have been exactly what he wanted. Wasn’t this what he had told her? What he had forced himself to believe? That there was nothing between them except business and revenge? That whatever had happened between them before was nothing more than an illusion? So why did it feel like he had just walked into a battlefield he hadn’t prepared for? One that he didn't want to even exist. Why did his heart ache slightly? “Elara,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “We need to talk.” She tilted her head slowly, everything looked too stiff, too calculated. Her lips tilted upward in something that looked like amusemeyvut there wa no warmth in it. “Talk?” she repeated, leaning against the doorway. “I thought we had already said everything that needed to be said, Mr. Hayes.” He exhaled through his nose as he felt irritation flicker beneath his control. Mr Hayes. The way she said it— professional and detached. It made his stomach tightened. “Elara,” he started again, his voice lower this time, more serious. “Drop the act.” Her smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, but I’m not acting, Killian. I’m simply doing what you wanted. Keeping things professional.” She said it so smoothly, so effortlessly, that if he hadn’t known better, he might have believed her. But he did know better. Elara was angry. No—this wasn’t just anger. And it set every instinct inside him on edge. He took a step forward, close enough that he could see the flicker of something behind her eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he said bluntly. “Why?” She arched a brow. “And why do you care?” Killian’s patience was wearing thing at this point, his frustration bubbled beneath his skin like a slow-burning fire. He wasn’t used to this—this feeling of losing control. And it was because of her. “I don’t,” he said, forcing hair tone to remain neutral. “But if you think you can just disappear when we have an enemy to deal with, you’re wrong.” She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “That’s what this is about? You’re upset because I didn’t check in?” He said nothing. Because, yes. Yes, it was bothering him, more than it should have. Elara studied him for a moment, as if thinking about something, before finally sighing. “Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “Let’s not waste time, then. We have work to do, don’t we?” She turned on her heel, heading deeper into the house without another glance. "Are you just going to stand there, Hayes?" she called out behind her, voice calm and uninterested. "Or do you not have a reason for being at my door?” Killian who had come here expecting to be the one in control found himself following her, for the first time in a long time, unsure of who was leading who. And that was the most dangerous part of all.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
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 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 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
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
(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
“Find her!” a gruff voice yelled, voice echoing in the empty alley as Elara Beckett ran as fast as she could. She didn't dare look back, she couldn't, as terror shot down her spine. Her heels clattered against the pavement as she sprinted in and out of alleyways. She cursed her choice of shoes but she didn't have time to stop and take them off. Her c'est burned as she took ragged breaths. She clutched the envelope tighter in her trembling hands, it was her lifeline— the key to everything. All of Ivy and Aiden’s crimes, their lies, financial records, email, everything was in it. She thought she had been sneaky but somehow they found out and they were now coming after her. “Don't let her get away!" another voice roared, closer this time. She let out a squeak as she willed her legs to go faster, her heart pounding and threatening to burst out of her chest. The dark walls around her seemed to be closing in as the footsteps behind her drew nearer. A sharp turn at the next corne
“Ivy,” Aiden muttered against her lips, his voice low and dripping with affection. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted.” Her chest stung at his words, his betrayal cutting deep into her but she couldn't look away. Her heart shattered and the room spun. “What?!” She shrieked the glass in her hand slipping and scattering on the ground. She froze in her tracks as she looked at the sight before her. The faint sound of music and laughter from the engagement party faded into nothing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Right before her in a hidden corner of the hallway her fiancé, Aiden Crawford, has his hand tangled in her step sister Ivy's hair, their lips were locked in a deep intimate kiss, one filled with so much passion it made her stomach churn. They jerked apart, their heads snapping in her direction. Aiden's face drained of color and panic took over but Ivy on the other hand smirked— she smirked like she had just won a game that Elara didn't know that she had bee
(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