3rd person POV:"Sir, you sent for me?"Cian looked up from his computer screen to see David, his head of security. "Yes, I have a sensitive job for you."David clasped his hands together. "What will you have me do?"Cian stared at the blank computer screen in front of him. Ever since he had seen Vanya at the mall just yesterday, he couldn't get his mind off of her. Something about her had changed. He knew it. It was in her aura, the way she no longer walked around so unsure of herself. The way she held her head high even when she was dressed like a hobo on a Sunday afternoon in the mall where everyone could see her. It was the way she matched him word for word instead of turning red and stuttering whenever he spoke to her. Something was up with her. And he wanted to know all about it.All night she had been all he could think about. Vanya, he couldn't get her name out of her head. He couldn't get her face out of his head."You're to follow Vanya," He said. David's brow shot up. Ci
3rd person POV:The ringing of his phone stirred Cian up from his sleep. Anger coursed through him immediately. He got out of bed and stared at the digital clock on his nightstandThree twenty in the fucking morning. Who the hell was calling him by this time?Cian picked up his phone and glanced on the screen. The caller ID flashing even made him angrier."Someone better be dying for you to call me by this time, David." Cian snapped the moment he picked up the call. "Yes. It's Vanya." David said.Cian jumped out of bed. "What the fuck is going on?!"David went silent. Cian brought the phone down and glanced at the screen to make sure that he was still on the call with David."David?" He snapped. "What the fuck is going on there?! Where are you?"Josephine stirred in bed, groaning softly. Cian turned to looked at her, she was still asleep. She turned over to his side of the bed and grabbed his pillow. Cian turned away and headed to the balcony. The night was cold, goosebumps covering
Vanya's POV:I stared right into the spaces of the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting cold shadows that danced eternally like restless spirits. Sleep hand long eluded me all night, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and doubt. My mind was now a troubled storm of many uneasy questions. The journal now laid open on my oak wooden desk, its pages yellowed with age and fragile, but the words within were anything but soothing to my eyes. I'd spent a great deal of minutes that now felt like years sifting through its cryptic sentences, every inked word seemed to mock the very essence of my sense of reasoning and belief. I could read what they spelt but telling what they meant was now something my head was yet to phantom.Jacob King. The man I knew you were or the man you actually are?The journal claimed to be my father's but I found that rather hard to believe. The tone, the reflection and the very meaning of what it kept didn't sound like Him. Those could never be my fathe
Vanya's POVAfter breakfast was over, I watched as Emily shepherded the twins gracefully out of the kitchen, their laughter echoing down the hallway and she shared cloying compliments to them. It was a comforting sound, burying more in the present and reminding me of my priorities.When they were gone there was a heavy silence in the kitchen. Marco looked up again from the stove. “Are you sure you're okay? He asked as his brow furrowed deeper in concern.“Yeah” I lied, nodding. “Like I said earlier it's just work”“My dear, you take this work of yours way too seriously even for a boss” he let out a cocky smirk “Well if you ever feel like you need a break, you know Emilia and I can take care of things for you”“I know, but I have a nanny now, Thanks Marco”I forced myself to focus on breakfast, pushing the thoughts of the journal out of my mind as best as I could. It still bothered me as to why my father kept the journal hiddenI soon finished and gathered my things and headed out. The
Vanya's POVMy heart hammered in my chest as I stood in my office, my gaze fixed on the man who had just walked in unannounced. Cian Valor, the infamous CEO of Valor Corp, was the last person I expected to see today—or any day for that matter. His presence was a dark shadow looming over me, dragging with it memories I'd worked so hard to bury.He was as imposing as ever, his tall frame filling the room with an aura of power that seemed to suffocate the very air I breathe. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered over me and I could feel the weight of his scrutiny as if it were a physical touch. He had aged well—too well, I thought bitterly. The years had only honed his features, chiseling away any softness and leaving behind a face that was both handsome and terrifyingly intense.I clenched my fist to my sides, forcing myself to remain calm. Anger and fear churned with me, but I refused to show it. Not to him, not ever again.“What are you doing here , Cian?” I asked with a ste
Vanya's POV My throat tightened and as forced myself to look away, my eyes darting to the door in homes of catching a glance of Tara. The open glass wall offered a glimpse of the bustling office beyond, but it might as well have been a million miles away. No one was paying attention now, everyone had long focused on their various duties, so no one would come in. Tara wasn't on her seat either, where could she have possibly gone to—of all the times I needed her. I was alone with him. Trapped.Or so I thought…“Let me go Cian” I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “What are you trying to do”Cian didn't move. Instead, reached up and took a lock of my hair between his fingers, twirling it slowly. The gesture was almost tender, but there was an edge to it, a possessiveness that made my blood run cold.“You're trembling” he observed, his eyes never leaving my face. “Are you scared of me, Vanya?”“I'm not scared of you” I lied, meeting his gaze with as much
Vanya's povThe morning sun barely filtered through the window blinds when my phone buzzed, pulling me from the restless sleep I had managed to catch after the previous day's drama with Cian. The events of the past twenty four hours replayed in my mind like a bad song—Cian’s intrusion, his menacing presence, the humiliating public fallout. And now, as I reached for my phone, I dreaded what new torment awaited me.But then, I didn't have to wait long to find out.A text message from an unknown number flashed on the screen, the words sharp and taunting. *“Hello again Vanya, how do you like the free publicity?”*My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice in my head that matched those words. Those same words were on the phone yesterday in the office when Tara broke the news of what now seems to be a scandal to everyone of which Tara adviced I drop the call and try and focus on the day's tasks. Cian, of course it was him. Who else would revel in my distress with such malicious pleas
Vanya's POVTara smiled nervously. “I just thought you might need something to brighten your morning. You know, with everything that's been going on…”I took a brief look at the spread, then back at Tara, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite my stress. “You didn't have to do this” I was actually grateful that she did, the news had ruined my mood so badly that I had no appetite to eat breakfast at home.“I wanted to” Tara insisted, her voice soft “We all wanted to do something to help. Its been a rough couple of days and… well, we're all here for you Vanya” she said with a bright smile on her face.The sincerity in Tara's voice touched me more than I'd expected. I nodded, my throat tightening with emotions. “Thank you, Tara. Really. But please, you don't need to go out of your way for me, I'll be fine”Tara nodded, though she didn't look entirely convinced “Just let us know if you need anything, okay?I smiled and thanked her again before she left, leaving me alone i