Ethan shut the door the moment the men disappeared down the hall, his fingers tightening into a fist at his side. His entire body radiated dangerous restraint, his breath slow and measured—too measured.
Lena had seen this side of him before. The cold, calculated billionaire who didn’t let emotions rule him. But right now? He was barely holding back a storm.
“Ethan—”
“You’re done.” His voice was sharp, final.
Lena blinked. “What?”
He turned to face her, eyes dark and unreadable. “I said you’re done investigating. That was your warning, and I’m not waiting around for them to send another one.”
Lena’s pulse spiked. “You don’t get to decide that.”
Ethan took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence suffocating. “The hell I do!” His voice was low, but it carried authority—the kind that didn’t leave room for argument.
“Lena,you’re just a journalist.You do not get to decide what happens to me or my life”
Lena refused to back down. “So what? I just walk away? Let Victoria keep manipulating you, and pretend none of this is happening?”
His jaw tightened. “Let me handle Victoria.You let this whole interview eat deep into you,now it made you blind to what’s coming before you.”
“Like you’ve been handling her all this time?” The words were out before she could stop them.
Ethan flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. For the first time, he didn’t have an immediate comeback.
Lena exhaled, stepping closer. Her voice softened, but it still held an edge. “Ethan, I get it. You’re used to controlling everything. But you can’t control this. You need me.There’s so much more to Victoria than you know.”
His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable, guarded.
For a long, tense moment, he didn’t say a word. Then, his voice came rough, strained—like admitting the truth was physically painful for him.
“And what if needing you gets you killed?”
Lena’s breath cut.
He had meant for the words to be harsh, but beneath them was something she hadn’t expected,something almost… vulnerable.
Ethan wasn’t just protecting himself. He was scared for her.
“I’m not walking away from this, Ethan.” Her voice was steady, despite the way her heart pounded.
His jaw flexed. “Then you leave me no choice.”
Before she could react, Ethan pulled out his phone, dialing a number. “Graham. I need Lena out of her hotelroom-now. Set up a new place, fully secured.”
Lena’s stomach dropped.
“Ethan, no—”
He didn’t look at her, his expression stone-cold. “This isn’t a debate. If you won’t stop, then I’ll make sure you’re safe while you do it.”
Lena opened her mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes made her stop.
He wasn’t asking.
And for the first time, she realized just how far Ethan would go to protect her—even from herself.
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Victoria swirled the red wine in her glass, watching the deep color catch the dim candlelight. Across from her, the man in the tailored suit sat still, waiting.
“Well?” she asked, voice deceptively smooth.
The man exhaled. “She didn’t scare easily. Ethan intervened before we could push harder.”
Victoria’s lips curved, but there was no warmth in the smile. “Of course he did. He’s always been so painfully predictable when it comes to protecting things that don’t belong to him.”
She set her glass down, leaning forward slightly. “Next time, make it clearer. This isn’t just a warning anymore.”
The man hesitated. “Are you sure you want to escalate? If Ethan gets involved—”
Victoria’s gaze turned ice-cold. “Do you think I care?”
She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her expression.
“Lena Carter wants to play with fire? Let’s see how well she burns.”
The atmosphere in Ethan’s penthouse was charged with an unfamiliar tension. He sat at his desk, staring at the city skyline, but his mind wasn’t on business. It was on her. Lena. The woman who had been nothing but trouble since the moment she infiltrated his world. The woman who, despite his best efforts, refused to be easily dismissed.Ethan clenched his jaw, rubbing his temples. It had been days since their last confrontation, yet her words still echoed in his head.“You don’t seem like what people say about you.”Why the hell did that bother him? He had built an empire on indifference, on pushing people away before they could ever get close enough to matter. And yet, this woman—this reckless, infuriating journalist—was slowly prying her way into his thoughts.A knock at the door snapped him out of his trance.“Sir, the board members have arrived,” one of his assistants announced.Ethan inhaled sharply, brushing aside his thoughts. Business first. Always.But as he stood and buttone
Ethan paced his penthouse, his fingers tightening into fists. He could feel Lena’s gaze on him, unwavering, challenging. Her words echoed in his mind.“She’s using you, Ethan. And someone just threatened me to keep quiet about it.”His gut twisted. He had built an empire on knowing who to trust, on seeing through people’s lies. Yet, he had been blindsided by the woman he had chosen to marry.Or had he?Ethan turned back to Lena, who stood in the middle of his living room, arms crossed. She was waiting for his reaction, but more than that—she was waiting to see if he would dismiss her.He wasn’t going to.“Tell me everything,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual, but firm.Lena exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “Victoria has a pattern. I found records of her ex-husband—a man who went bankrupt right before their divorce. And he’s not the only one. She’s left a trail of destruction, and now, she’s set her sights on you.”Ethan listened, his expression unreadable, but his pu
The night air was thick with tension, a quiet storm brewing between Ethan and Lena as they stood on the penthouse balcony, the city skyline stretching endlessly before them. The world outside felt distant, muted, as if only the two of them existed in this moment.Lena had spent the entire day meticulously sorting through her notes, trying to piece together the missing fragments of Ethan’s past. Every avenue she pursued, every whisper she uncovered, led her back to one name—Victoria. Something about the woman didn’t add up. Her sudden rise in the business world, her unshakable influence in Ethan’s life—it all felt like a perfectly crafted illusion. But Lena still lacked the one thing that could expose her completely: Undeniable proof.And then there was Ethan. He had been unpredictable lately, his moods shifting like the tide. One moment, he was distant, cold. The next, he lingered in doorways, found reasons to be close to her, held her gaze just a second too long. Tonight was no diff
For a long moment, silence stretched between the three of them.Lena could feel the weight of Ethan’s gaze drilling into her, a mixture of fury and something far more dangerous—betrayal.He reached for Trina’s phone with slow, deliberate movements, as if forcing himself to keep his composure. His fingers tightened around the device as he scanned the image, the muscle in his jaw clenching.Then, with a sharp exhale, he turned the screen toward Lena.“Care to explain this?” His voice was quiet—too quiet.Lena swallowed hard. “I—”Ethan didn’t wait for her answer. He turned to Trina. “Where did you get this?”Trina, for once, looked momentarily stunned by his intensity, but she quickly recovered. “It’s everywhere. The article dropped less than ten minutes ago, and it’s already making rounds on social media.”Ethan let out a low curse, running a hand through his hair before fixing his gaze on Lena again.“You didn’t think to tell me?” His voice was still calm, but the storm was brewing be
The words on the screen blurred before Lena’s eyes.“ETHAN MONTGOMERY'S SECRET LOVER? SOURCES CLAIM SHE’S NOT JUST A REPORTER—SHE’S A GOLD DIGGER.”The room felt stifling, the walls closing in on her. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, her pulse pounding in her ears.Gold digger? They were painting her as some kind of manipulative schemer, a woman who had deliberately set her sights on Ethan for his wealth and power.She wanted to scream.Instead, she swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe.Trina’s voice sliced through the thick silence. “What the actual hell?” She snatched the phone from Ethan’s grip and scrolled furiously. “They’re dragging your name through the mud, Lena. Who the hell is feeding them this garbage?”Lena’s fingers curled into fists. “I think I know.”Ethan’s gaze snapped to hers. “Victoria.”She nodded, her throat tightening. “She’s the only one with enough motive to try and ruin me like this. She sees me as a threat, and she’s making sure the world
Three days later, Lena stood outside the sleek, glass-fronted building that housed Victoria’s personal showroom. The morning sun glinted off the mirrored façade, but Lena felt anything but bright. Her stomach churned with nerves as she watched Trina stride toward the entrance, radiating the confidence of a woman born to be in the spotlight.“You sure about this?” Lena asked, adjusting the tiny microphone tucked beneath her jacket’s lapel.Through the discreet earpiece, Trina’s voice came smooth and sure. “Relax, babe. I was made for this.”Lena exhaled, leaning against her car as she watched her friend disappear into the lion’s den. It had taken days of meticulous planning to get this meeting. Victoria was notoriously private, especially with new people. But a few well-placed whispers about an exclusive, invitation-only fashion line had worked like a charm.Now, all Lena could do was wait.A buzzing vibration in her pocket pulled her from her thoughts. Ethan.Her heart jumped as she
The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet of the night.Lena stirred in her bed, restless despite the exhaustion tugging at her limbs. The weight of Ethan’s words still clung to her—heavy and impossible to shake. Somewhere between uncovering secrets and unraveling a mystery, she had stepped too far into his world. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave.But even in the safety of her apartment, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. Something wasn’t right.Outside, the shadowed figure remained hidden, their eyes locked on her window. Every move she made, every light flickering on and off—it was all under surveillance. A phone buzzed softly in their pocket. The message was brief but clear,very precise:“Report everything. No mistakes.”A cold smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips before they melted back into the darkness.Lena’s alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, yanking her from a restless sleep. She groaned, dragging herself upright. Her body was exhausted, but her mind
Lena woke up to the buzzing sound of her phone. It has been ringing nonstop, until she stretched her arm on the wooden cabinet beside her bed, and grabbed the phone. She had slept late the previous night and that made her too weak and reluctant to leave the bed.Without looking at the phone, she answered the call and dropped it beside her ear. “Hello?” “Lena, are you still on bed?” a female voice spoke , and she immediately recognized the caller.“Oh Trina, it’s you.” She said, in what looks like a mumble.“Of course it’s me. It’s past 7 already, why are you still on bed?”Lena had to force herself to sit up before responding to her. “I know it’s past 7. What do you expect that I should be doing? I mean, I was up all night, refreshing my email over and over, and looking out for other job opportunities. Babe, I need this rest.” “That, I’m afraid of, my friend. Your resting days are over…. “ Trina said, holding back the rest of her statement. She sounded like she was bearing a good
The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet of the night.Lena stirred in her bed, restless despite the exhaustion tugging at her limbs. The weight of Ethan’s words still clung to her—heavy and impossible to shake. Somewhere between uncovering secrets and unraveling a mystery, she had stepped too far into his world. And the worst part? She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave.But even in the safety of her apartment, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. Something wasn’t right.Outside, the shadowed figure remained hidden, their eyes locked on her window. Every move she made, every light flickering on and off—it was all under surveillance. A phone buzzed softly in their pocket. The message was brief but clear,very precise:“Report everything. No mistakes.”A cold smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips before they melted back into the darkness.Lena’s alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, yanking her from a restless sleep. She groaned, dragging herself upright. Her body was exhausted, but her mind
Three days later, Lena stood outside the sleek, glass-fronted building that housed Victoria’s personal showroom. The morning sun glinted off the mirrored façade, but Lena felt anything but bright. Her stomach churned with nerves as she watched Trina stride toward the entrance, radiating the confidence of a woman born to be in the spotlight.“You sure about this?” Lena asked, adjusting the tiny microphone tucked beneath her jacket’s lapel.Through the discreet earpiece, Trina’s voice came smooth and sure. “Relax, babe. I was made for this.”Lena exhaled, leaning against her car as she watched her friend disappear into the lion’s den. It had taken days of meticulous planning to get this meeting. Victoria was notoriously private, especially with new people. But a few well-placed whispers about an exclusive, invitation-only fashion line had worked like a charm.Now, all Lena could do was wait.A buzzing vibration in her pocket pulled her from her thoughts. Ethan.Her heart jumped as she
The words on the screen blurred before Lena’s eyes.“ETHAN MONTGOMERY'S SECRET LOVER? SOURCES CLAIM SHE’S NOT JUST A REPORTER—SHE’S A GOLD DIGGER.”The room felt stifling, the walls closing in on her. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, her pulse pounding in her ears.Gold digger? They were painting her as some kind of manipulative schemer, a woman who had deliberately set her sights on Ethan for his wealth and power.She wanted to scream.Instead, she swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe.Trina’s voice sliced through the thick silence. “What the actual hell?” She snatched the phone from Ethan’s grip and scrolled furiously. “They’re dragging your name through the mud, Lena. Who the hell is feeding them this garbage?”Lena’s fingers curled into fists. “I think I know.”Ethan’s gaze snapped to hers. “Victoria.”She nodded, her throat tightening. “She’s the only one with enough motive to try and ruin me like this. She sees me as a threat, and she’s making sure the world
For a long moment, silence stretched between the three of them.Lena could feel the weight of Ethan’s gaze drilling into her, a mixture of fury and something far more dangerous—betrayal.He reached for Trina’s phone with slow, deliberate movements, as if forcing himself to keep his composure. His fingers tightened around the device as he scanned the image, the muscle in his jaw clenching.Then, with a sharp exhale, he turned the screen toward Lena.“Care to explain this?” His voice was quiet—too quiet.Lena swallowed hard. “I—”Ethan didn’t wait for her answer. He turned to Trina. “Where did you get this?”Trina, for once, looked momentarily stunned by his intensity, but she quickly recovered. “It’s everywhere. The article dropped less than ten minutes ago, and it’s already making rounds on social media.”Ethan let out a low curse, running a hand through his hair before fixing his gaze on Lena again.“You didn’t think to tell me?” His voice was still calm, but the storm was brewing be
The night air was thick with tension, a quiet storm brewing between Ethan and Lena as they stood on the penthouse balcony, the city skyline stretching endlessly before them. The world outside felt distant, muted, as if only the two of them existed in this moment.Lena had spent the entire day meticulously sorting through her notes, trying to piece together the missing fragments of Ethan’s past. Every avenue she pursued, every whisper she uncovered, led her back to one name—Victoria. Something about the woman didn’t add up. Her sudden rise in the business world, her unshakable influence in Ethan’s life—it all felt like a perfectly crafted illusion. But Lena still lacked the one thing that could expose her completely: Undeniable proof.And then there was Ethan. He had been unpredictable lately, his moods shifting like the tide. One moment, he was distant, cold. The next, he lingered in doorways, found reasons to be close to her, held her gaze just a second too long. Tonight was no diff
Ethan paced his penthouse, his fingers tightening into fists. He could feel Lena’s gaze on him, unwavering, challenging. Her words echoed in his mind.“She’s using you, Ethan. And someone just threatened me to keep quiet about it.”His gut twisted. He had built an empire on knowing who to trust, on seeing through people’s lies. Yet, he had been blindsided by the woman he had chosen to marry.Or had he?Ethan turned back to Lena, who stood in the middle of his living room, arms crossed. She was waiting for his reaction, but more than that—she was waiting to see if he would dismiss her.He wasn’t going to.“Tell me everything,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual, but firm.Lena exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “Victoria has a pattern. I found records of her ex-husband—a man who went bankrupt right before their divorce. And he’s not the only one. She’s left a trail of destruction, and now, she’s set her sights on you.”Ethan listened, his expression unreadable, but his pu
The atmosphere in Ethan’s penthouse was charged with an unfamiliar tension. He sat at his desk, staring at the city skyline, but his mind wasn’t on business. It was on her. Lena. The woman who had been nothing but trouble since the moment she infiltrated his world. The woman who, despite his best efforts, refused to be easily dismissed.Ethan clenched his jaw, rubbing his temples. It had been days since their last confrontation, yet her words still echoed in his head.“You don’t seem like what people say about you.”Why the hell did that bother him? He had built an empire on indifference, on pushing people away before they could ever get close enough to matter. And yet, this woman—this reckless, infuriating journalist—was slowly prying her way into his thoughts.A knock at the door snapped him out of his trance.“Sir, the board members have arrived,” one of his assistants announced.Ethan inhaled sharply, brushing aside his thoughts. Business first. Always.But as he stood and buttone
Ethan shut the door the moment the men disappeared down the hall, his fingers tightening into a fist at his side. His entire body radiated dangerous restraint, his breath slow and measured—too measured.Lena had seen this side of him before. The cold, calculated billionaire who didn’t let emotions rule him. But right now? He was barely holding back a storm.“Ethan—”“You’re done.” His voice was sharp, final.Lena blinked. “What?”He turned to face her, eyes dark and unreadable. “I said you’re done investigating. That was your warning, and I’m not waiting around for them to send another one.”Lena’s pulse spiked. “You don’t get to decide that.”Ethan took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence suffocating. “The hell I do!” His voice was low, but it carried authority—the kind that didn’t leave room for argument.“Lena,you’re just a journalist.You do not get to decide what happens to me or my life”Lena refused to back down. “So what? I just walk away? Let Victoria keep manipulatin
Ethan's POVEthan arrived back to his hotel room in the dead of night. His driver parked discreetly down the street, and without hesitation, he stepped out, his mind set on one thing—making sure Lena was safe.He wasn’t sure what angered him more—the fact that Victoria had sent someone after Lena or that Lena had ignored his warnings and kept digging.With each step he took up to her door, his frustration grew. She was reckless. Stubborn. She didn’t understand the world she was dealing with.And yet…He admired that about her.The light was still on when he knocked. A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and Lena stood there, blinking in surprise.“Ethan? How did you find me?!”“You do know who I am,right?” Ethan said immediately,walking into her roomHis jaw tightened at the sight of her—hair messy from what he assumed was hours of work, dark circles under her eyes, yet still as stunning as ever.“We need to talk.” His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was anything but c