Later that night, Aria sat in her tiny apartment, littered with scattered blueprints and a laptop. Yet, she just couldn't seem to settle into anything.
Her thoughts were back with Heathen King and all he had shared; his vulnerability stayed with her, haunting her like a whispered whisper. The man behind the ruthless billionaire persona was more interesting than she could let herself admit. He wasn't what she had expected. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Anna: Mr. King has requested your presence at a high-profile client meeting tomorrow. Be at the office by 9 a.m. sharp. Dress professionally. Aria frowned. Why would Heathen bring her into something like this? She had expected to stay at the back, taking care of technicalities. This was unexpected. The next morning, Aria stood outside the glass tower of King Enterprises, her insides tightly coiled. In an attempt to fit in she had dressed for the role, wearing a sleek navy blazer, and tailored pants. That, however, did not make her feel as small as the skyscraper over her head. “Miss Chen, this way,” Anna said briskly, leading her to the executive boardroom. Inside, Heathen stood by the window, his commanding presence filling the room even in silence. When he turned to greet her, his eyes flickered over her, almost as if assessing. “You’re on time,” he said simply. “Of course,” Aria replied, keeping her voice even. He motioned to the chair beside him. "You're going to sit in on this meeting. The client is one of our most difficult, and your input on the west wing project will be invaluable." Aria blinked surprised. "You want me to speak?" "Yes," Heathen said his voice was not open to debate. "You've shown you're capable. Let's see how you perform under real pressure. She could barely get a word out before the doors swung open, and in strode a group of sharply dressed executives. Their leader, a man in his late fifties, with calculating eyes, greeted Heathen with a firm handshake. "Mr. King," he said, smoothly. "Always a pleasure." "Mr. Stone," Heathen said his voice cool and polite. Aria froze at the name. Marcus Stone, King Enterprises' infamous rival. Tension was palpable in the room and became apparent as the meeting began when Aria realized this was not like any ordinary business negotiation. The discussion was like a chess match with how sharp it was. Marcus pressed Heathen at every detail, his tone thin and veiled by hostility. Heathen, on the other hand, showed nothing but calmness; every point he countered was precise. When the subject matter of discussion was shifted to the west wing project, Marcus turned to Aria. "And who might this be?" he asked with a predatory smile. "Aria Chen," Heathen told him before she could say something herself. "She is redesigning the west wing." Marcus arched an eyebrow. "Impressive. Quite young to handle a task like that." Aria held his gaze, her voice strong even as the pricking sensation ran through her. "I believe quality speaks for itself, no matter what." Marcus smiled but his face didn't warm with the curve of his lips. "Let's see about that then." Aria's proposal of west wing revamp was delivered without wavering, and she sensed the eyes of Heathen upon her, weighing her work silently. When the meeting finally broke, Marcus loitered, his eyes darting back and forth between Heathen and Aria. "A word of caution, Miss Chen," he said his voice grating with falsely cordial cheer. "Be careful of the company you keep. Not everyone will want to see you prosper." Heathen's jaw set, but he held his tongue as Marcus continued on his way. When Marcus finally disappeared from view, Aria turned to Heathen. "What's wrong with that? “Marcus likes playing games," Heathen said, his tone clipped. "Don't let him get into your head." Aria hesitated. "Why does he hate you so much?" Heathen's gaze darkened. "That's a long story. Let's just say Marcus and I have history and not the kind you want to revisit." His response only deepened her curiosity, but she knew better than to push. "Still," Heathen continued, his tone softening slightly, "You handled yourself well today. Better than I expected." "Thank you," Aria said, the rare praise surprising her. As they left the boardroom, she couldn't shake the feeling that Marcus Stone's warning had been more than just a passing remark.That night, Heathen stood on the balcony of his penthouse looking out into the city. What he'd witnessed through the day flooded through his head, but one thought loomed larger than all the others: Aria Chen.He couldn't deny that she had impressed him, not just with her work but with her poise in the face of Marcus's subtle intimidation. There was a fire in her, a strength that reminded him of the person he used to be before tragedy had hollowed him out.But that fire also made her a target.Heathen knew Marcus wouldn't stop at veiled threats. The man would exploit any weakness to get what he wanted and Aria's involvement in the project had put her squarely in his crosshairs.For the first time in years, Heathen felt a twinge of something unfamiliar: concern.Aria awoke to an unusual sense of tension in the air. Even though her mornings usually began with the hum of her alarm and the soothing ritual of her tea, today felt different. There was a weight hanging over her a lingering u
The anxiety in the air was obvious as Aria walked into King Enterprises' sophisticated office the next morning. Her actions of the previous days were bothering her, yet they had also sparked a flame within her a commitment not to allow Marcus Stone or anyone else degrade her abilities or value. She pressed the elevator buttons and the doors opened. Some employees greeted her and some waved towards her. She greeted them back with a smile but she could still feel the bitterness of her mood.As she stepped inside the elevator, she had a quick glimpse of herself in the reflected glass. Her face was stern, and her shoulders were straight. She gave the impression of a competent expert, yet behind the surface, doubt remained. The false story and unknown technical problems were upsetting her, but she refused to let it show. When the elevator doors lifted to the highest floor, Anna recognized her with her usual quick professionalism. "Mr. King is in a conference but has asked you to meet h
The next morning atmosphere was thick with stress and tension as Aria entered the King Enterprises office building. Although the sun blazed brightly outdoors, the upcoming meeting with Harper placed a shadow over her mind and thoughts. She rehearsed the strategy Heathen and she had developed, determined to carry it out. Aria walked into the stunning lobby entrance and saw Heathen waiting for her near the elevators. His sleek grey suit and strong demeanor expressed power, and authority but his expression was steely, a clear indicator of his concentration on the task ahead. Heathen saw her approaching and his gaze softened a little. He waited for her to join him in the elevator."You are prepared for this?" Heathen spoke as she joined him."As prepared as I'll ever be," she said, shifting the bag on her shoulder.The elevator ride to the top level was silent, but their mutual determination was obvious. Heathen's jaw was set, and his eyes held the steely determination Aria had grown t
The following week passed in a flurry of activity and work, but the project’s progress brought a sense of accomplishment to everyone involved. Aria and Heathen had managed to build and improve operations, gaining the trust of King Enterprises’ board and employees. However, they knew the war wasn’t over. Marcus might have backed down for a bit now, but his threat lingered like a shadow over their every move because he won’t back down easily. Late evening in following week, Aria sat in her office, reviewing the revised project timeline and material. Her desk was filled with endless blueprints, contracts, and a steaming cup of hot coffee she had barely touched. The faint chit chatter of the office cleaning staff echoed in the distance, but otherwise, the whole floor was silent. A knock at the door broke her focus and she came out of her trance. “Come in,” she called, her voice filled with fatigue and tiredness. Heathen stepped inside, his undeniable presence filling the room. He wa
Aria found herself lost in a pile of duties at King Enterprises. Her desk was overflowing with documents, plans, and business discussions, but her mind was far away lost in thoughts of someone else. Marcus' planned threats was another frustration she was dealing with, the danger that had followed them yesterday, and, most importantly, Heathen's change in personality and how he protects and trust her all replayed out in her head like a continuous loop.She felt his power, his stubbornness, and, behind it all, an unsaid intimacy that kept her chest warm throughout the chaos that followed both of them. Now, seated under the bright office lights, she shook her head, attempting to clear up the fuzz in her head because at this point it was getting annoying. This was not a moment for interruptions. There was too much at threat and risk, and her ability to stay focused was essential to the project's progress and, maybe, their own safety. As she was concentrated on her project a loud pie
Aria stood on the pavement, looking up at the high-rise building before her. The skyscraper twinkled in the late afternoon sun, a landmark of sophistication and wealth the exact opposite of her old life.Her mother's words echoed in her head: "You'll be fine."Aria took a deep breath, stood tall and entered through the glass doors to the hall. The interior of the building was even more stunning than the front with marble flooring that shined under hidden lighting and sculptures radiating elegance. She could feel the weight of it all: power, money, and ambitions.She could never forget the night her mother died. It etched into her brain with painful precision: the disinfectant smell of the hospital room, the faint beeping of equipment, and the crushing sense of despair that enveloped her as she sat by her mother's deathbed.She had been holding her hand, watching as the brightness in her mother's eyes dimmed, her once-strong, lively mother weakened and in pain."It's okay, beautiful,"
As she entered the expansive luxury structure, Aria gripped her sketchbook even more tightly, feeling more isolated by the interior's obvious luxury. Her meeting with Heathen King from yesterday was still weighing heavily on her second day on the job site. She had stayed up late reworking her designs, fueled by equal parts determination and frustration, determined to prove to him and her that she belonged here."Miss Chen," Anna called out, her heels clicking briskly against the marble floor. The woman had a commanding presence: sharp eyes flicking between the clipboard and Aria. "Mr. King has asked for a review of these proposed revisions before the contractors' meeting. He'll meet us in the west wing."Aria hesitated mid-step. "Mr. King?"But I thought he wasn't personally involved in these kinds of smaller projects.Anna's speech sounded sharp; her lips pushed into a narrow line. "Apparently, he changed his mind."Aria felt the shock of the report. Heathen had hardly recognize
Aria appeared at the location early the next morning, her determination revived. The reminder of the day be fore’s anxiety remained but so did the blaze of something unexpected in Heathen King, the first sign of a man who wasn't as bitter as he seemed.The atmosphere was alive with hustle and bustle, as workmen moved between structures and machinery. Anna appeared there, the notepad in fingers, giving instructions like a commander getting ready for war."Miss Chen," Anna continued without gazing up, "Mr. King has asked that we review the modifications with you carefully before the hiring of workers begins."Aria felt her heart jump a beat. Individually? That word held weight, particularly because it came from a Heathen."Is he arriving now?" Aria said, concealing her anxiety with a calm voice. Absolutely he is sitting in the meeting room. Anna glanced up, her gaze cutting little. "Be ready. Mr. King avoids wasting time on everything short of excellence."Aria grinned, holding her
Aria found herself lost in a pile of duties at King Enterprises. Her desk was overflowing with documents, plans, and business discussions, but her mind was far away lost in thoughts of someone else. Marcus' planned threats was another frustration she was dealing with, the danger that had followed them yesterday, and, most importantly, Heathen's change in personality and how he protects and trust her all replayed out in her head like a continuous loop.She felt his power, his stubbornness, and, behind it all, an unsaid intimacy that kept her chest warm throughout the chaos that followed both of them. Now, seated under the bright office lights, she shook her head, attempting to clear up the fuzz in her head because at this point it was getting annoying. This was not a moment for interruptions. There was too much at threat and risk, and her ability to stay focused was essential to the project's progress and, maybe, their own safety. As she was concentrated on her project a loud pie
The following week passed in a flurry of activity and work, but the project’s progress brought a sense of accomplishment to everyone involved. Aria and Heathen had managed to build and improve operations, gaining the trust of King Enterprises’ board and employees. However, they knew the war wasn’t over. Marcus might have backed down for a bit now, but his threat lingered like a shadow over their every move because he won’t back down easily. Late evening in following week, Aria sat in her office, reviewing the revised project timeline and material. Her desk was filled with endless blueprints, contracts, and a steaming cup of hot coffee she had barely touched. The faint chit chatter of the office cleaning staff echoed in the distance, but otherwise, the whole floor was silent. A knock at the door broke her focus and she came out of her trance. “Come in,” she called, her voice filled with fatigue and tiredness. Heathen stepped inside, his undeniable presence filling the room. He wa
The next morning atmosphere was thick with stress and tension as Aria entered the King Enterprises office building. Although the sun blazed brightly outdoors, the upcoming meeting with Harper placed a shadow over her mind and thoughts. She rehearsed the strategy Heathen and she had developed, determined to carry it out. Aria walked into the stunning lobby entrance and saw Heathen waiting for her near the elevators. His sleek grey suit and strong demeanor expressed power, and authority but his expression was steely, a clear indicator of his concentration on the task ahead. Heathen saw her approaching and his gaze softened a little. He waited for her to join him in the elevator."You are prepared for this?" Heathen spoke as she joined him."As prepared as I'll ever be," she said, shifting the bag on her shoulder.The elevator ride to the top level was silent, but their mutual determination was obvious. Heathen's jaw was set, and his eyes held the steely determination Aria had grown t
The anxiety in the air was obvious as Aria walked into King Enterprises' sophisticated office the next morning. Her actions of the previous days were bothering her, yet they had also sparked a flame within her a commitment not to allow Marcus Stone or anyone else degrade her abilities or value. She pressed the elevator buttons and the doors opened. Some employees greeted her and some waved towards her. She greeted them back with a smile but she could still feel the bitterness of her mood.As she stepped inside the elevator, she had a quick glimpse of herself in the reflected glass. Her face was stern, and her shoulders were straight. She gave the impression of a competent expert, yet behind the surface, doubt remained. The false story and unknown technical problems were upsetting her, but she refused to let it show. When the elevator doors lifted to the highest floor, Anna recognized her with her usual quick professionalism. "Mr. King is in a conference but has asked you to meet h
That night, Heathen stood on the balcony of his penthouse looking out into the city. What he'd witnessed through the day flooded through his head, but one thought loomed larger than all the others: Aria Chen.He couldn't deny that she had impressed him, not just with her work but with her poise in the face of Marcus's subtle intimidation. There was a fire in her, a strength that reminded him of the person he used to be before tragedy had hollowed him out.But that fire also made her a target.Heathen knew Marcus wouldn't stop at veiled threats. The man would exploit any weakness to get what he wanted and Aria's involvement in the project had put her squarely in his crosshairs.For the first time in years, Heathen felt a twinge of something unfamiliar: concern.Aria awoke to an unusual sense of tension in the air. Even though her mornings usually began with the hum of her alarm and the soothing ritual of her tea, today felt different. There was a weight hanging over her a lingering u
Later that night, Aria sat in her tiny apartment, littered with scattered blueprints and a laptop. Yet, she just couldn't seem to settle into anything. Her thoughts were back with Heathen King and all he had shared; his vulnerability stayed with her, haunting her like a whispered whisper.The man behind the ruthless billionaire persona was more interesting than she could let herself admit. He wasn't what she had expected.Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Anna:Mr. King has requested your presence at a high-profile client meeting tomorrow. Be at the office by 9 a.m. sharp. Dress professionally.Aria frowned. Why would Heathen bring her into something like this? She had expected to stay at the back, taking care of technicalities. This was unexpected.The next morning, Aria stood outside the glass tower of King Enterprises, her insides tightly coiled. In an attempt to fit in she had dressed for the role, wearing a sleek navy blazer, and tailored p
Aria appeared at the location early the next morning, her determination revived. The reminder of the day be fore’s anxiety remained but so did the blaze of something unexpected in Heathen King, the first sign of a man who wasn't as bitter as he seemed.The atmosphere was alive with hustle and bustle, as workmen moved between structures and machinery. Anna appeared there, the notepad in fingers, giving instructions like a commander getting ready for war."Miss Chen," Anna continued without gazing up, "Mr. King has asked that we review the modifications with you carefully before the hiring of workers begins."Aria felt her heart jump a beat. Individually? That word held weight, particularly because it came from a Heathen."Is he arriving now?" Aria said, concealing her anxiety with a calm voice. Absolutely he is sitting in the meeting room. Anna glanced up, her gaze cutting little. "Be ready. Mr. King avoids wasting time on everything short of excellence."Aria grinned, holding her
As she entered the expansive luxury structure, Aria gripped her sketchbook even more tightly, feeling more isolated by the interior's obvious luxury. Her meeting with Heathen King from yesterday was still weighing heavily on her second day on the job site. She had stayed up late reworking her designs, fueled by equal parts determination and frustration, determined to prove to him and her that she belonged here."Miss Chen," Anna called out, her heels clicking briskly against the marble floor. The woman had a commanding presence: sharp eyes flicking between the clipboard and Aria. "Mr. King has asked for a review of these proposed revisions before the contractors' meeting. He'll meet us in the west wing."Aria hesitated mid-step. "Mr. King?"But I thought he wasn't personally involved in these kinds of smaller projects.Anna's speech sounded sharp; her lips pushed into a narrow line. "Apparently, he changed his mind."Aria felt the shock of the report. Heathen had hardly recognize
Aria stood on the pavement, looking up at the high-rise building before her. The skyscraper twinkled in the late afternoon sun, a landmark of sophistication and wealth the exact opposite of her old life.Her mother's words echoed in her head: "You'll be fine."Aria took a deep breath, stood tall and entered through the glass doors to the hall. The interior of the building was even more stunning than the front with marble flooring that shined under hidden lighting and sculptures radiating elegance. She could feel the weight of it all: power, money, and ambitions.She could never forget the night her mother died. It etched into her brain with painful precision: the disinfectant smell of the hospital room, the faint beeping of equipment, and the crushing sense of despair that enveloped her as she sat by her mother's deathbed.She had been holding her hand, watching as the brightness in her mother's eyes dimmed, her once-strong, lively mother weakened and in pain."It's okay, beautiful,"