Ethan POV
It had been over a week since I'd last visited the hospital. Work at the office had been relentless, a constant stream of meetings and reports that left me feeling drained. But I couldn't get the mysterious girl out of my mind - the one I'd pulled from the river that night. I was about to call Mr. Roberts for an update when Noah burst into my office like a human tornado. "Dude!" I exclaimed, nearly dropping my phone. "Ever heard of knocking? This isn't your office, you know." Noah grinned, rapping his knuckles on the open door. "Knock knock," he said, way too cheerfully for a Monday morning. I couldn't help but laugh. "Get out of here, you goof." But Noah's smile faded as he flopped into the chair across from me. "Your father called," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "We've got a funeral to attend." I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Whose funeral?" "Mr. Brooks." The name didn't mean much to me, but I could tell from Noah's face that it was important. "I'm guessing he was one of Dad's business associates?" Noah nodded. "Yeah, and apparently it's a big deal. Your dad wants us there to represent the company." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I thought his death was still under investigation?" Noah shook his head. "The detective concluded that his daughter killed him. The family's gone ahead with the burial plans." "What are they saying about the daughter?" I asked, dreading the answer. "They're saying she's dead too. They're going to bury an empty casket alongside her father." I slumped back in my chair, my mind reeling. "Noah," I said slowly, "I think the girl I rescued... I think she's Brooks' daughter." Noah's eyes widened. "What?! Are you sure?" I nodded, I saw the news, it's her. I know someone was trying to kill her," I said. "I just don't know why." "How are you going to keep this a secret when she wakes up?" Noah asked, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know," I admitted. "For now, she's still unconscious. We'll figure it out when she wakes up." Noah nodded, then suddenly brightened. "Oh, I almost forgot. I ordered us new suits for the funeral." I raised an eyebrow. "I have plenty of suits in my closet, you know." He winked at me. "It's a gift. You're welcome." I balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him. "Get out of here, man." As Noah dodged the paper projectile, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then looked back at me. "We need to be there around 1 PM. I'm thinking long, warm bath before we go." I closed my laptop and stood up. "Alright, let's head out." We made our way to the parking lot, but as I reached for my car door, Noah shoved past me and hopped into the driver's seat. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, incredulous. Noah gave me his best puppy dog eyes. "My car stinks of alcohol. Please, let me drive you?" I tried to drag him out, but Noah could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to be. Finally, I gave up and got in the passenger side. "Fine," I grumbled. "But we're stopping to pick up those suits you ordered. And you're buying me coffee." Noah's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Deal!" We swung by the tailor to pick up our new suits, then headed home. As soon as we walked through the door, the mouthwatering aroma of food hit us. "Liam's back!" I called out. Before I could take another step, Noah had kicked off his shoes and was sprinting towards the kitchen. "Daddy made food for us!" he yelled, tackling Liam in a bear hug. "Get off me, you overgrown puppy!" Liam protested, but he was laughing. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as Noah chased Liam around the kitchen island. Noah was always like this - a bundle of energy and mischief wrapped in an expensive suit. It was like living with a hyperactive golden retriever sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way. "What's on the menu, chef?" I asked Liam once he'd escaped Noah's clutches. Liam grinned proudly. "Lobster thermidor with truffle risotto and asparagus spears." I whistled low. "Fancy. What's the occasion?" "No occasion," Liam shrugged. "Your mom made a bunch of side dishes when I was over at your parents' place yesterday. Dropped off some legal documents for your dad and ended up staying for dinner." Noah's eyes lit up. "Man, I miss your mom's cooking, Ethan." I snorted. "You were so wasted on Sunday you slept in your car. I doubt you could have appreciated any kind of cooking." Noah's face fell. "Don't remind me. I picked up the wrong girl at the club. Took her back to the hotel, but I passed out as soon as we got there. When I woke up, she was gone - along with my Patek Philippe watch and all the cash in my wallet." I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. "You got robbed by your one-night stand?" Noah's face turned red. "It's not funny, man!" "It's a little funny," Liam chimed in, grinning. Noah grabbed a handful of bread crumbs from the counter and threw them at me. "Shut up!" "Alright, alright," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I'm sorry. But you have to admit, it's pretty hilarious." "Guys!" Liam called out, his tone suddenly serious. "Let's eat and get ready. We've got a funeral to attend, remember?" The mood in the room sobered immediately. We ate quickly, then went to get dressed in our new suits. As I adjusted my tie in the mirror, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this whole situation. why couldn't I stop thinking about the girl in the hospital? The drive to the funeral was quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts. As we pulled up to the Brooks family estate, I saw a sea of black-clad figures moving towards the large tent set up on the lawn. "Remember," I murmured to Noah and Liam as we got out of the car, "we're here to pay our respects, not to make any business moves. My father might want us to scope out the situation with their hotels, but now isn't the time." They nodded, and we made our way into the crowd. The service was somber and elegant, befitting a man of Mr. Brooks' stature. But I couldn't focus on the words being spoken. My eyes kept drifting to the two caskets at the front - one containing Mr. Brooks, the other supposedly for his daughter. The daughter I knew was still alive. As we filed past to pay our final respects, I noticed a woman standing apart from the rest of the family. Her face was hidden behind a black veil, but there was something striking about her presence, the way she held herself apart from everyone else. On our way back to the car, Noah nudged me. "Did you see that woman in the veil?" he whispered. "She gave me the creeps." I nodded, glad I wasn't the only one who'd noticed her. "Yeah, there was something... off about her." "I need to go back to the hospital tomorrow," I said suddenly. Liam, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "The girl you rescued?" I nodded. "Yeah. I can't explain it, but I have a feeling she's important somehow. I need to be there when she wakes up."Ava woke up feeling confused. Her eyes slowly opened, and everything looked blurry. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her surroundings. "I'm alive?" she whispered to herself, surprised. She wiggled her toes and fingers, relieved to feel them move. An older man in a white coat stood nearby. He turned to her with a kind smile. "You're awake," he said gently. Ava tried to sit up, but the doctor put a hand on her shoulder. "Take it easy," he said. "Your muscles are weak. You need to rest." The doctor did some quick checks. He shined a light in Ava's eyes, listened to her heart and lungs, and tested her reflexes. He asked her to follow his finger with her eyes and squeeze his hands. "Where am I?" Ava asked, her voice scratchy from not being used. "You're in the hospital," the doctor explained. He stepped back and took out his phone. "She's awake," he said to someone on the other end. Ava's heart started racing. "Please don't call my family!" she begged. She gripped th
Ethan's heart raced as he opened the door to Ava's hospital room, his mind filled with a mix of worry and anticipation. The soft sound of the door clicking open caught her attention, and she turned to look at him, her gray eyes sharp but cautious. The sight of her there, sitting up in bed, made him feel like he could breathe again. He tried to play it cool, lifting a shopping bag as if it were no big deal."I got you some clothes," he said, his voice a little too loud in the quiet room. "Mr. Robert says you're good to leave whenever you’re ready."Ava's lips curved into a smile, and for a moment, Ethan felt like the world had shifted under his feet. That smile. It did something to him, something he couldn’t quite name. "Thank you," she replied softly, reaching out to take the bag.As she pulled the clothes from the bag, Ethan’s eyes lingered on them. They seemed too big for her, and he felt a sudden stab of guilt. He’d spent hours the night before browsing different websites, trying t
Ava stared out the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. She had been living in this house for four months now, and every day felt the same. Wake up, eat, sleep, and watch her favorite TV shows—that was her routine. Ever since Ethan gave her a new phone, her days had been spent scrolling through the internet, mostly stalking Gabe and Sophie’s profiles. It was official—they were dating. They flaunted their relationship online like they were the perfect couple.Each new picture of them together felt like a stab in Ava’s heart. Gabe had never had time to travel with her, yet in just a few weeks, he had flown to several countries with Sophie. He never posted her on his social media either, always claiming, "People will think I’m with you for your dad’s money." Now, it was clear that had been an excuse all along.When she wasn’t torturing herself by looking at their profiles, Ava was checking the reports coming in on her dad’s hotel from his laptop. The numbers were still good, b
Ava's sobs echoed through her room, punctuated by angry mutters. "How could they?" she whispered, clutching a pillow to her chest. "Should I crash the wedding? No... I'm supposed to be dead. But Sophie... we've been best friends since we were kids. Did our friendship mean nothing?"Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. The clock on her nightstand blinked 6:00 PM. Wiping her eyes, Ava tiptoed to her door and peeked out. The hallway was mercifully empty.She crept downstairs, following the lingering scent of Mrs. Chen's cooking. In the kitchen, she found a covered tray on the island. Lifting the lid, she discovered a still-warm plate of her favorite comfort foods."Yes!" Ava did a little dance, then caught herself. "Okay, calm down. You need energy to keep crying, right?" She wasn't sure if she was hungry or just angry anymore, but food was food.---Ethan paced in his study, unable to focus on work. Ava's tears kept replaying in his mind. He'd
The alarm clock's shrill beep pierced through Ava's dreams at 5 AM. She groaned, rolling over to silence it. The boys were already exercising like they did every morning. She slipped on a tight-fitting dress—something she could still move around in—and made her way to the gym. Her nerves buzzed with a mix of excitement and frustration. Today, she had a mission.The house was quiet as Ava tiptoed down the stairs. She knew the boys would be in the gym by now – their daily routine was as predictable as clockwork. Standing outside the gym door, she could hear the clanking of weights and low murmurs of conversation. Her heart raced. Was she really going to do this?"Now or never," Ava whispered, pushing the door open with a bang.The moment she burst through the gym doors, the noise inside the gym stopped abruptly. The boys’ eyes turned to stare at her, a mix of surprise and curiosity on their faces. Ava lifted her chin, trying to project confidence she didn't feel. That was exactly the re
Ava’s hunger gnawed at her, demanding attention. She had been trying to suppress it, convinced that pushing through the discomfort would bring her closer to the new version of herself—the one Gabe couldn’t walk away from. But no matter how hard she tried to focus, the growling in her stomach drowned out her resolve.She wandered back to the gym, hoping the distraction of exercise would help. But the emptiness inside her only grew louder, more insistent, until she could no longer fight it. Defeated, she made her way to the kitchen, searching for any leftovers that might offer relief. Of course, there were none. She had even instructed the cook not to come for the day, a decision that now seemed both foolish and frustrating. Desperation set in as she picked up her phone, caving to the temptation. She ordered her favorite meal—a big, juicy hamburger with all the toppings, accompanied by a generous side of fries—and promised herself this was a one-time indulgence.While waiting for the fo
Ava sat curled up on the couch, her eyes on the front door. She had been waiting for hours, hoping Noah or Liam would come back to help her talk to Ethan. Her nerves were starting to wear thin, but she didn’t want to face Ethan alone, not after what happened in the gym.Just as she was about to give up and go to bed, the door swung open. Ava’s heart leaped, but it sank as soon as she realized it was only Ethan. He walked in, his suit was a little wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck.Gathering her courage, Ava called out, “Are Noah and Liam sleeping out?”Ethan stopped, looked at her with no expression, and said, “They have their own houses.” Then, without waiting for a reply, he kept walking down the hall, leaving Ava standing there, feeling a little dumb."Just like that?" she muttered to herself, watching him disappear down the hall.The next morning, Ava woke up early, determined to talk to Ethan. She wasn’t going to let her nerves stop her this time. After quickly get
Ava stood awkwardly in the kitchen, her heart racing as Ethan stepped closer. His face was calm, giving nothing away, which only made her more nervous. Just when she thought she couldn’t feel more uncomfortable, she suddenly got the hiccups. Of all the times to get them, this had to be the worst.Each tiny hiccup made her feel more and more embarrassed. She could feel her cheeks burning as Ethan watched her with his cool gaze. Without a word, he grabbed a glass of water from the counter and handed it to her.“Here,” he said, his voice calm, but his eyes showed a flicker of amusement.Ava took the glass, sipping it in between hiccups. “I’m really sorry for… for barging into your room like that,” she mumbled between breaths. “I’m not usually so… so rude.”Ethan’s eyes softened just a little as he leaned back against the counter. “Easy, princess,” he said with a smirk.The moment he called her “princess,” Ava’s hiccups came back even worse. Her face turned red again, and she quickly lowe
I got home after the long meeting. I don’t know why my father always insists on me making half of the decisions concerning the company. It’s like he can’t decide anything without dragging me into it. He’s perfectly capable of running things on his own, but no, he has to involve me in everything. I sighed heavily as I opened the door to my house.Then I saw her. She was standing there, her back slightly turned, looking through the window. Just someone I wanted to see. She looked stunning in that dress, the way it hugged her curves perfectly. My exhaustion faded for a moment, replaced by a warm feeling. Without thinking, I walked toward her and wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. She didn’t look surprised; instead, she stayed calm, almost like she’d been expecting it. I buried my face in her hair for a second, inhaling her scent. Her shampoo smells sweet, soothing. Seeing her already calmed me down. “I didn’t think you’d still make it back,” her soft voice broke the sil
“Grace killed him,” Ava said, her voice trembling as she moved closer to Ethan. Ethan’s brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on her. “How sure are you?” he asked, his tone calm but probing. “Because I was there…” Ava whispered, her voice breaking. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back her emotions. “I was… I was there when she pushed him to his death,” she burst out, the tears she had been holding back spilling freely. Ethan moved toward her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry you had to experience that, Princess,” he said softly, as he held her trembling form. Ava couldn’t hold it in any longer. She broke down completely, her legs giving way as she clung to Ethan. “I want her to pay,” she sobbed. “I want justice for my father. All he ever did was love her, and she killed him.” Ethan tightened his hold on her, his hand gently rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her down. He didn’t say anything at first, letting her release the pain she had bottled up for so long. When her
“Ethan… about Grace’s party,” Ava began, standing a few steps away from him. Ethan looked at her, his expression unreadable as his piercing eyes locked onto hers. He didn’t say a word, just waited. Ava took that as her cue to continue. “I know you said you didn’t want to go, but it would mean a lot if you came with me,” she said softly, keeping her voice calm while her eyes pleaded. “It’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve been to my father’s house, and I really don’t want to go alone.” Ethan’s gaze didn’t falter. After a moment, he asked, “Why do you want to go so badly, Ava?” For a brief second, she considered telling him everything. But instead, she answered, “There are things I need to do there,” she murmured. “And… I feel safer when you’re there.” Ethan’s expression softened just slightly, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile. “No,” he said plainly, turning his back to her with that same faint smile as though the conversation was already over. Ava frow
Ava lay in bed, tossing and turning all night, her mind too restless to let her sleep. The thought of going to her father’s house for Grace’s birthday party—or skipping it altogether—kept running through her mind, refusing to settle. What if that party is my chance? she wondered, recalling that there was a CCTV camera on the balcony of her father’s home office. Maybe it had recorded something from the night that changed everything. The possibility kept her pulse racing. Finally, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was already 5:00 a.m. Ethan should be awake by now, she thought. A small plan began forming in her mind. Maybe if I dress for the gym, I could catch him there and try to convince him to come with me to the party. Ava sat up, quickly slipping into her gym clothes, which hugged her body perfectly. She tiptoed to her bedroom door, peeking out cautiously to see if anyone was in the hallway. It was quiet and still, just how she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she m
Ava hesitated just outside Ethan’s home office, her hand hovering over the door. I don’t know if I should be doing this, she thought, her nerves twisting in her stomach. But finally, she took a deep breath and knocked.After a moment, she opened it and saw Ethan standing by the window, gazing out at the view with a paper in his hand. As she stepped inside, he turned to face her, his eyes following her every move.“The hotel was trying to reach you, but you weren’t picking up,” Ava said, holding up the rumpled card in her hand. “So I brought this for you.”She stepped forward to place the card on his desk, aware of his eyes still locked on hers.“What’s that?” Ethan asked, his voice low and cold, sending a chill through Ava. She forced herself to stay calm.“It’s an invitation,” she replied, trying to steady her voice. “It’s for Grace’s birthday party… she’s hosting it at my father’s house. I was hoping I’d go with you.”Ethan barely glanced at the card before turning back to the paper
Ava was just about to toss the invitation in the trash when the door burst open, causing her to pause, her hand still hovering over the bin. “Don’t you ever–” she began, turning around. But her words caught in her throat when she saw Gabe entering, a smile on his face. “Oops, sorry!” he said, slightly sheepish, “forgot to knock again. I’ll remember next time.” He grinned as he walked toward her. You won’t remember, Ava thought. You’ve never been the type to knock. Gabe noticed the invitation card in her hand and held up his own copy. “Oh, so you got the invite. I was just about to bring you one.” Ava raised an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked, not hiding her curiosity. “It’s an important event for the company,” he replied as he took a seat across from her. “Besides, Grace is the chairwoman. Everyone’s invited.” Ava held back a frown. “But you never…” she trailed off, lowering her voice. “You’ve never liked her much. Why are you so eager to go to her birthday party?” She murmured, hal
Good morning,” Ava mumbled as she stepped through the front door, hoping to make her exit quick.“Good morning, cupcake,” Noah replied, glancing up with a grin. “You look so… sexy today.”A loud, deliberate throat-clearing echoed from across the room, causing Noah to shift his gaze and quickly change the subject. “Uh… so, where are you off to this morning without even having breakfast?” he asked, motioning to the untouched food on the table.“I’m not hungry,” Ava replied, her voice slightly tense. “I’ll probably just eat at the office.” She felt Ethan’s eyes on her, but she kept her gaze firmly down, not daring to look up.“Ethan’s almost done with breakfast. Wait for him, and he’ll drive you to work,” Noah suggested casually.“No!” Ava blurted out, louder than she intended. She quickly cleared her throat. “I mean… no, Ethan doesn’t like being disturbed. Besides, I… I prefer taking a taxi.”Noah gave her a look. “Since when? You’ve never taken a taxi to work before,” he said, his brow
Ava's POV Ethan’s mouth covers mine before I can even think, his kiss fierce and overwhelming. I gasp, but my hands find their way into his hair, holding him close as the intensity of his kiss sinks into me. Every inch of my skin feels on fire, especially when his hands glide down my back, gripping me like he’s frustrated with the space between us. Suddenly, His arms encircle my waist and he lifts me, carrying me over to the kitchen counter and holding me against his chest. My heart pounds so fast it’s almost painful, and my hands are grabbing onto whatever they can, desperate for stability. His lips leave mine, trailing slowly along the corner of my mouth and down to my collarbone. The heat of his touch spreads down my neck, and when he finally reaches it, I can’t help the quiet moan that escapes my lips. It’s like he’s listening to every sound I make, and I feel him smile, taking it as encouragement to keep going. His teeth playfully nip at my neck, making me shiver and
Ava pushed open the front door, stepping into a dark, silent room. Why is it dark everywhere? she wondered, feeling the unsettling quiet around her.“Do you still like him?”,” Ethan’s voice echoed from somewhere in the darkness, low and unexpected.“Ava jumped, startled. “Oh, my—Ethan! You scared me. Why are you sitting here in the dark?”.She fumbled for the light switch. “Alexis, lights on,” she called out to the AI, and instantly, the lights brightened, and there was Ethan, sitting on the couch, staring at her, his expression unreadable.“What?” Ava asked, noticing his intense stare.“Do you still like him?” Ethan asked again, his voice now colder, sharper.“Who?” Ava asked, her brow furrowing.“Gabe. I saw the way you smiled when he touched you,” Ethan said, his gaze darkening.Ava hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension in his words. “What if I do? Gabe is not as bad as you think,” she said, narrowing her eyes. At least he’s not leading me on… or making me feel confused all