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 beneath the surface.
Lena bristled. “I only just saw it, Ethan. And maybe if you’d given me a second to—”
“Who took the picture?” he interrupted.
Lena blinked. “How am I supposed to know?”
Ethan’s patience snapped.
“You’re supposed to know because someone is trying to use you to get to me, Lena!” His voice finally rose, filled with the kind of restrained rage that sent a chill down her spine. “This isn’t just a scandalous headline. This is an attack. On you. On me. And I need to know who’s behind it.”
Trina let out a slow whistle. “Wow. So you’re saying this isn’t just some paparazzi catching you two at the wrong time? Someone actually orchestrated this?”
Ethan shot her a sharp look. “Yes. And if you’re as close to Lena as you say you are, you’d want to help figure out who.”
Lena felt her pulse hammering. It made sense. Of course, it did. Ethan was a billionaire—one of the most sought-after men in the country. The media loved to speculate about his love life, but this? This was calculated.
And there was only one person she could immediately think of who had the motive.
Victoria.
But before she could voice her suspicions, Ethan stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“This is exactly why I came here tonight, Lena.”
She tensed. “What?”
“I came to warn you.”
Lena exchanged a glance with Trina before looking back at him. “Warn me about what?”
Ethan exhaled sharply. “I found out something earlier today—something that makes this leak seem a little too convenient.”
Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”
Ethan’s expression darkened. “I got a call from one of my security contacts. Someone has been digging into your past, Lena. Your job history. Your connections. Your life before you ever met me.”
Lena’s breath caught.
“What?” Trina snapped, stepping in now. “Are you saying someone is investigating her?”
“Yes,” Ethan said, his gaze locked onto Lena’s. “And considering this photo leak? It means whoever is behind it isn’t just trying to stir up gossip. They’re trying to destroy you.”
Lena felt her entire body go cold.
Victoria. It had to be.
But why? Why go after her now?
Ethan raked a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I didn’t want to come here like this. I didn’t want to drag you into my world any deeper than you already are, but this isn’t just about you anymore.” His voice softened slightly, but the intensity remained. “It’s about both of us.”
Lena hated the way her heart clenched at that. Hated that despite everything, she still felt that pull toward him.
But before she could respond, Ethan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen—and his expression hardened.
“Damn it.”
Lena’s stomach tightened. “What now?”
Ethan turned the screen toward her.
It was another leaked article.
This one with an even more damning headline.
“ETHAN MONTGOMERY'S SECRET LOVER? SOURCES CLAIM SHE’S NOT JUST A REPORTER—SHE’S A GOLD DIGGER.”
And beneath it—another photo.
One from months ago.
Of the night she and Ethan had first met.
Lena felt the room spin.
This wasn’t just a media scandal.
This was war.
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
Mr. Peter halted when he heard her calling and running towards him. He stood just few meters from the elevator. “Good morning sir. My name is Lena sir. I got the mail sir.” She spoke, nervously. “Oh you did. So what does it say?” “Approved sir.” “Be specific young lady, what was approved?” Mr. Peter seemed to be in a hurry to return back to his office, like he had some unfinished business to attend to and that made him respond to Lena swiftly. “It’s the Job application sir.” “Oh you’re the one who has been sending us articles we didn’t ask for. “ he said, forcing a smile. Lena couldn’t help but to return a smile too, and said “Yes , I am. It has always been my dream to work here sir and I thought I had to do something to get your attention sir.” “Well, that really got my attention. Well done! Some of the articles you sent cannot be published though, because they don’t have tangible proof to back them up, but they were really good.” “Thank you sir.” “Follow me.” Lena l
The young man she saw was not alone. He was accompanied by 5 other men; all dressed in black suit, with dark shades and wired communication devices attached to their ears. They were his personal body guards.“Welcome Mr. Ethan, your room is available sir.” The receptionist said, and handed him the access card to his room. He wasn’t talking to Lena when he first spoke.“Good, when my business associates arrives, you know what to do.”“Yes sir, I do.” She responded, with a smile. “Alright.”“Enjoy your stay with us sir.” She added, still maintaining a bright smile. Lena and the lady watched as Ethan and his men took the elevator to the floor where his room was.“Wow, that was Mr. Ethan?” Lena asked, but wasn’t expecting an answer, as she was saying to herself. “He looks more handsome in person than the picture of him I saw” she quickly brought out her iPad, to confirm if he was really the same person she saw on Wikipedia. She had done a research to know about him.. “Oh, that isn’t M
Ethan is a complicated figure, with a reputation for being reclusive and eccentric. He’s a brilliant businessman and visionary, but he’s also emotionally closed off and prone to sudden mood swings. “Meeting starts in 30 minutes, get yourself filled up.” He said to his guards. “Yes sir.” They responded and walked out of the room, one by one Lena hands were already shaking, that she almost dropped the cup she was holding. “I’m so sorry. My name is Lena. I’m just a journalist, and I’d really love to have an interview with you.” She said, amidst her shaky voice and hand. “what made you think I have the time for that? Beside whatever you want to know about me is probably on the internet. “ He grabbed a cup his of coffee and began to sip. “Not all. People have said so many things about you…” Ethan cut in immediately, “Let me guess, I’m a bad person, huh”. “Well, I don’t believe all of that. So I’m here to hear from you.” She stated, this time she wasn’t feeling nervous. “Firs
Lena sat at the bar, her eyes studying Ethan as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows on his face, making him look even more unreadable. She had expected their conversation to be over after their earlier exchange, yet here they were, sitting together again, as if drawn by some invisible force neither of them could resist.He took a slow sip, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “You asked about my brother.”Lena’s breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up so soon.She glanced at the small notebook in her hands, her notes from their brief interaction scribbled in ink. “Let me guess, I’m a bad person, huh?” His words echoed in her mind. He’d said it with a smirk, but there was something beneath it—a challenge, maybe even a hint of self-awareness.“Yes,” she said carefully. “No,you’re not a bad person.But you don’t have to” Lena stuttered,finding it difficult to place her words rightly.“He’s dead.”The bluntness of his words sent
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