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 a chill through her. She could tell, though, that this was more than just a piece of information. It was a wound—one that had never fully healed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Ethan’s gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable.
“Don’t be.” He set his glass down with a quiet clink. “People either pity me for it or assume I deserved it. You seem like the type who wants to dig for the truth.”
Lena hesitated. “I do. But not for the wrong reasons.”
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “Then let me give you some advice, journalist.”
A shiver ran down her spine at the way he said it.
“Some stories are better left alone.”
The air between them thickened, crackling with something Lena couldn’t quite name. She should have been intimidated. Maybe even scared. Instead, she was intrigued.
“Is that a warning?” she asked, tilting her head.
He smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “It’s a fact.”
She held his gaze, refusing to back down. “What happened to your brother, Ethan?”
His fingers curled into a fist on the bar top. For a moment, he said nothing, the tension stretching unbearably between them.
Then, just as Lena thought he might actually answer her, one of his men approached, murmuring something in his ear.
Ethan sighed and stood up. “I have business to handle.”
Lena’s heart pounded as she watched him grab his suit jacket, adjusting his cufflinks.
He turned to her one last time, his expression unreadable. “I meant what I said. Be careful what you dig up.”
Then he walked away, leaving Lena alone at the bar, her mind racing with questions.
She knew one thing for certain.
She wasn’t backing down.
Back in her hotel room,Lena spent the rest of the afternoon pacing,her mind replaying every word Ethan had said. He was unpredictable, that much was clear. One moment, he was teasing her about her disguise, the next, he was warning her to be careful. There was something about him that made her both intrigued and cautious.
Lena stared at her reflection in the mirror, still replaying Ethan’s words in her head.
Was it just a warning? Or something more?
She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly. She had pushed powerful men before, uncovered scandals that people wanted buried. But this was different. There was something in Ethan’s eyes—something dark, something wounded,a void.
Before she could spiral deeper into her thoughts, a sharp knock sounded at her door.
Lena frowned, checking the time. It was past midnight.
Cautiously, she peered through the peephole.
One of Ethan’s men stood there, holding a sleek black envelope.
Her stomach tightened.
She hesitated, but opened the door anyway.
“Mr. Ethan asked me to deliver this.”
Lena took the envelope, gripping it tightly. “What is it?”
The man didn’t answer. “Read it.”
With that, he turned and disappeared down the hall,he wouldn’t even allow Lena speak.
Lena shut the door, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the envelope. The paper inside was thick, expensive, carrying the faint scent of cologne.
She unfolded it, her eyes scanning the brief message.
Ms. Lena Reyes,
Some things are better left buried. Drop the story. This is my first and only warning.
-Ethan Montgomery
Lena’s heart pounded.
So, he wasn’t bluffing.
But something about the note didn’t sit right with her. The phrasing. The tone.
Ethan Montgomery was many things—cold, calculating, enigmatic—but he didn’t strike her as the type to send anonymous threats.
No, this was different.
A warning, yes. But a warning against what?
Or who? She hasn’t even started the interview proper,she was already receiving threats concerning it.
Her gut told her there was more to this than Ethan simply wanting to keep his secrets.
Someone didn’t want her getting too close.
And if there was one thing Lena never did, it was walk away from any story.
Her phone buzzed,jerking her back to reality . This time, it was her editor.
“Lena, how’s the story going?” The voice on the other end was sharp, impatient.
She hesitated. “It’s… complicated. He’s not the easiest person to talk to.” Lena managed to say.
“He’s never given an interview before. If you can pull this off, you’ll have your name on every major publication and a promotion too!. No pressure.”
Lena exhaled. No pressure, right.
After ending the call, she ran her fingers through her hair(this very action,she does to calm herself down) and stared at herself in the mirror. If she wanted to get through to Ethan, she had to understand him first. He wasn’t just the cold-hearted billionaire the tabloids made him out to be. There was something more beneath the surface.
With renewed determination, she grabbed her notebook and left the room. She had one mission: to finish the interview.
The hotel’s bar had a low, intimate glow, the kind of place where deals were sealed with quiet nods and unspoken agreements. She spotted Ethan instantly—seated at the far end, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his broad shoulders tense. His men flanked him, their presence a silent warning to stay away.
But Lena wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated.
She approached cautiously, waiting for him to acknowledge her. When he finally did, it wasn’t with a smirk this time. He looked… tired.
“You again,” he said, swirling the whiskey in his glass.
“Didn’t I make it clear that it depends on my mood? Now isn’t even a good time”
Lena smiled, sliding onto the barstool next to him. “And what’s the verdict?”
He studied her, then sighed. “Ask your questions, journalist.”
She opened her notebook, her pulse racing. “Tell me about your twin brother.”
Ethan’s grip on the glass tightened.
For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then, in a voice lower than before, he said, “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
She met his gaze.
“No.” Lena said looking him straightway in the eye.
Ethan exhaled slowly, looking away. “Then order another drink, because this story isn’t short.”
The air between them thickened with unspoken tension. Lena watched as Ethan tapped his fingers against the whiskey glass, his gaze distant, as if he was staring at something only he could see.For a man who had built an empire, Ethan looked strangely vulnerable at that moment.“My brother, huh?” he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of something old and unresolved.Lena nodded, heart pounding. “Yes. There’s barely anything about him in the public records. Just a name, and then… nothing.”Ethan let out a dry chuckle, one devoid of humor. “That’s because he doesn’t exist anymore.”Lena frowned. “What do you mean?”Ethan finally turned to her, his blue eyes sharper than before. “I mean, you’re asking about a ghost.”A long silence stretched between them. The bartender refilled his drink, and Ethan downed it in one gulp before speaking again.“He was my twin. My other half, if you believe in that kind of thing.” His voice hardened. “Then one day, he was gone.”Lena’s grip on her pen t
Lena barely had time to process the sharp tension that filled the air before the woman turned her piercing blue gaze toward her.For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was thick,dangerous, almost as if something unseen crackled between them.Then, the woman smiled. A slow, calculated curve of her lips.“Well,” she drawled, taking a step closer. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”Ethan remained silent. His body tensed just enough for Lena to notice—like a man preparing for battle.Lena squared her shoulders. “Lena Reyes.”The woman’s gaze flicked over her, assessing. “Ah, the journalist.” Her voice was smooth, perfectly controlled. “I’ve heard about you.”Lena raised a brow. “That’s interesting. I don’t believe I’ve heard about you.”A flash of something,annoyance? amusement?flickered in the woman’s eyes before she extended a hand.“Victoria Caldwell.”The fiancée.Lena ignored the offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”Victoria let out a soft laugh, dropping her hand withou
Later That Night…Lena paced the length of her hotel room, her mind spinning.Something was wrong.Everything about Victoria set off alarms in her head. The way she carried herself, the way she subtly asserted dominance in any situation, the way Ethan-powerful, confident Ethan seemed uneasy around her.Lena pulled out her phone and dialed Trina.It rang twice before her best friend picked up.“Lena? Finally! Do you know how long it’s been since you—”“Trina,” Lena cut in, voice urgent. “I need you to dig into someone for me.”There was a pause.“Uh, okay. Who are we talking about?”“Victoria Caldwell.”Trina let out a low whistle. “As in Victoria Caldwell? The socialite? The woman who’s practically royalty in the business world?”“Yes.”A pause. “Lena… what the hell have you gotten yourself into?”Lena ran a hand through her hair, exhaling. “I don’t know yet. But I need to find out.”“Okay, I’ll see what I can dig up.”Lena hung up and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the floor.
Ethan sat in his dimly lit study, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the flickering city lights outside his penthouse window. The meeting earlier had drained him, but it wasn’t business deals or corporate strategies weighing on his mind tonight. It was Lena.And the dangerous truth he couldn’t afford to tell her.She was getting too close. Too close to him. Too close to the truth.He had seen the way she watched Victoria. The way her sharp journalist instincts were kicking in. If she kept digging, it was only a matter of time before she uncovered things that could put them both in danger.Ethan took a slow sip of his drink, his jaw tightening. He had spent years building walls around himself, ensuring no one could get close enough to hurt him. But Lena had walked right through them like they didn’t exist.The night they spent together still haunted him. It had been reckless, a moment of weakness he couldn’t afford. But the way she looked at him—like she saw past the cold exterior,
Ethan leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the untouched papers on his desk. His mind wasn’t on work.It was on Lena.He had tried to stay away. He had told himself it was for the best. But the more he fought it, the harder it became.And now, she was in trouble.He had spoken to Graham earlier, confirming what he already suspected—Lena was too deep in this. And Victoria knew.Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. He had spent years keeping his enemies close, always playing the game carefully, controlling every move. But Lena was unpredictable. She had walked into his world, refusing to follow the rules.And now, she was a liability.A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts.“Come in.”Graham stepped inside, his expression unreadable. “We have another problem.”Ethan braced himself. “What now?”“Victoria called her.”Ethan went still. “What did she say?”“She warned her off. But knowing Lena, she won’t stop.”Ethan cursed under his breath. He pushed back his cha
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
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
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
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