ELARA’S POV Something felt off the moment I stepped off the plane and into the bustling airport. At first, everything seemed fine. The flight had been smooth, and I managed to get a good nap. Even the massage I had on board was relaxing, meant to prepare me for whatever was to come. But now, I wasn’t so sure it worked. The business-class seat was nice, the meal was impeccable, and the comfort was unmatched. Yet none of it could have prepared me for what I was seeing right now. A woman stood a short distance away, holding a cardboard sign with my name on it and a huge bouquet of flowers in her other hand. It had to be Lesley’s doing. It had to be her. After all, I hadn’t told anyone else about my visit to the city. But another part of me hesitated. Could this be Elliot’s work? My brother wasn’t the type to send flowers or arrange something this grand. Especially when he knew I wanted to keep a low profile until I could leave the city again. I moved closer to get a better look
ELARA’S POVI walked into the room with my head held high and my shoulders squared. If my suspicions are correct and he was going to fire me, then so be it. But one thing I was going to make clear this time to whoever it is waiting in there is I am not a pushover. And If he wanted me gone, I’d gladly leave, but he wasn’t getting his money back.Lisa knocked twice on the large door standing in front of us. At the end of the hallway, On the second knock, the door swung open to reveal a tall man dressed in a sharp, staff-like uniform. His professional demeanor made my stomach twist.“This is where I’ll leave you,” Lisa said with a tight smile. “Pete here will show you in.”“Hello, ma’am,” Pete said with a polite nod, gesturing for me to follow him.We walked into what appeared to be a private restaurant. My breath hitched as my eyes took in the elegant interiors. The seating arrangements were perfect, and the mix of furniture styles, which would typically clash, came together in perfect
ELARA'S POV “How is this my reason to stay?” I raised a brow as I opened the file, skepticism lacing my tone.It was a picture of me and him, a picture I could sue him for taking without my knowledge, because I had no idea it even existed.Was he stalking me?. “How does a picture of you and whoever you had stalking me serve as a reason for me to stay?” I tilted my head, letting my confusion seep into my voice.“Take out the other file,” he stated flatly, his eyes daring.I did as he said, dropping the picture onto the table. This time, it was a call history a stack of three papers detailing between two people, complete with dates, durations, and everything.But I am sure it had nothing to do with me. I didn’t have the time, or money, to spend that long on phone calls, much less every day.After skimming through the papers, my lips parted in disbelief, but he spoke before I could.“Your company has created a problem for me,” he said, his smirk deepening with an air of mischief.“How
ELARA'S POV.“Have you ever sat and asked yourself how your little company, that hasn’t even made it to the top three interior design firms, managed to catch the eye of my company, let alone convince us to consider working with you?” the smirk on his face gets darker with each passing second. “No,” I said, my voice filled with disbelief. But as the words left my mouth, a thought crept in. Could Jenna have pushed the company to him or someone from his company? No, she wouldn’t. She knows I don’t work with New Yorkers or anything that ties me back to New York.Don’t start doubting her.He’s trying to mess with you, Elara.Don’t let him.“We didn’t push our company to you,” I said firmly, my voice hardening as I met his gaze. “And we didn’t even want the job. You kept pushing when we tried to pull out of it after figuring out it was your company.”“It might be true that you didn’t push for it,” he replied smoothly, leaning forward with an unsettling smirk, “but the chief of police and t
ELARA’S POVA tight knot forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Saying no to him feels like signing my name to those legal charges, but I refuse to let him think he’s won. Not now. Not ever.“So…” Nate drawls, leaning back in his chair with that insufferable smirk, waiting for my answer.Curveballs. Always curveballs.If I’d known signing that deal with his company would lead to this mess, I’d have swallowed my pride and asked Elliot for the loan. Hell, I might’ve even let Mr. Harper ruin my company, started over from scratch anything but this.Frustration churns in my chest like a storm. After everything I’ve been through, now I have to deal with this?I let out a long, slow sigh, my chest tight and my head pounding. Turning to face Nate again, I feel my heart racing, as if it’s moments away from exploding. The anger surging through me feels alive, electric. He thinks he can corner me, that his connections will leave me helpless and in jail?As much as I hate to admit it, t
ELARA’S POVA small part of me wants to second guess my decision to go with Nate, but I remind myself why I agreed in the first place: I need him to pay me.Besides, what better opportunity to network and look for bigger investors? It’s the perfect place to gain exposure and advertise my company for free.Killing two birds with one stone.“Remind me why you’re here,” my mother says, frowning as she kneads the pasta dough on the counter.“Because I missed you?” I reply, a smirk tugging at my lips.“One year and nine months,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “You didn’t think to come to New York to see me until now?”“What are you trying to say, sweet mother?” I pout, hoping to divert her attention.“Don’t ‘sweet mother’ me,” she snaps. “I get it New York isn’t your favorite place anymore. Not after that showdown, and your…” She pauses, her tone softening as she adds “You don’t call me, and your text replies are always late and dry,” she continues, her tone growing sharper.I want to say,
ELARA’S POV It was surprising how, for the past three days, my mother hadn’t criticized my work. But deep down, I knew it was coming.“Mom, we’re different people. Your pace and mine are different,” I said, keeping my tone even.“We sure are very different, dear. When was the last time you even did something to that face of yours? Do you even use the skincare routine I made for you?”And then she pulls her signature move. Changing the topic when she didn’t want to hear the truth.“I do just fine,” I said, forcing a smile.She turned her attention back to the pasta, carefully placing it in the pot before washing her hands. But as soon as she was done, she turned back to me, narrowing her eyes as she studied my face.“You don’t, Elara. Because if you did, your skin wouldn’t look like… this. And don’t even get me started on that meal plan I gave you. You’re clearly not following it. If you keep this up, you’ll look forty in a few years” a frown found it self on her. Honestly, you alre
ELARA’S POV NATE: WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME. I scoff as I read the message, irritation bubbling up inside me. How typical of Nate to barge into my day without any warning. My fingers fly across the screen as I type out a reply, my frustration seeping into every word. ELARA: You should’ve given me a heads up. I need time to pack! The response comes almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting for it NATE: BE QUICK. WE DON’T HAVE TIME. Something about his demanding tone sets my teeth on edge. He shows up uninvited, changes plans without consulting me, and expects me to follow along like some obedient lackey? He said Saturday, not Friday. And now I’m supposed to drop everything because he’s in a rush? My annoyance sharpens as I glance at the window. Who does he think he is? NATE: YOU DON’T NEED TO PACK MUCH. WE CAN BUY CLOTHES. IF YOU MUST, JUST BRING ESSENTIALS. NATE: IF YOU’RE NOT OUT IN THREE MINUTES, I’M COMING IN. My jaw drops. The audacity. ELARA: YOU WOULDN’T D
ELARA’S POV “I will,” I say with a small smile, hoping it’s enough to end the conversation. Elliot looks like he wants to press further, but before he can, Milla waltzes into the living room. “Hello, princess,” I coo, watching as she walks right past Elliot and heads straight for me. Without hesitation, I scoop her into my arms. For the past few days, she’s been hesitant with me. Unlike other cats, Milla hates being picked up when she’s doing her own thing. It has to be her choice, or she’ll either run away or threaten to claw me. So when she does come to me on her own? I never miss the opportunity to hold her. Elliot crosses his arms, watching us with mild curiosity. “And where did you get this?” “She was given to me.” I stroke Milla’s fur, and she lets out a satisfied purr. His brows knit together. “Let me guess… it’s that Ferrari-stuff friend again?” I bite down a smile. “Nope.” His eyes narrow slightly. “It’s not him?” “It’s not.” Elliot looks at me suspici
ELARA’S POV “But Elliot…” “No buts, El. You are not going after her.” His grip tightens around my wrist, firm but not harsh. “Elliot, I need to explain to her,” I argue, my voice shaking, “I didn’t mean what I said the way she might’ve taken it. I was angry, and I just…” The words start tumbling over each other, lost in my frustration. “Elara…” His voice is calm, almost soothing, but it only makes the lump in my throat grow heavier. My eyelids burn as I blink rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision. “You don’t understand, Elliot… I’ve never made anyone cry with my words before” I never let myself get that angry— to the point where my words just… take over. I’ve always been cautious with words, because I know being harsh with words tends to be. “I know… this might be a little too much for you” Elliot releases my wrist and to my complete shock, pulls me into his arms. I freeze. Elliot never does this. He’s protective, sure, but not that physical. It takes a lot for him to
ELARA’S POV “WHAT?” Jenna’s expression shifts, the sadness that clung to her face shattering in an instant. “You’re joking, right?” she lets out an awkward chuckle, her grip on my hands loosening. I take a slow breath, straightening my back. “As much as I wish I were, I’m not, Jen. I’m not going to the event with you.” My voice is steady, controlled. I refuse to let it shake. She blinks her jaw drops, Like she can’t believe what she just heard. “You’re serious?” she breathes out, shaking her head. “Elara, I need you there. I need someone I trust to help me get through it.” Her voice trembles slightly, but I don’t let it shake me. I already made my choice, I’m never going to unknowingly put my self in a situation where, Nathaniel hales is. I’m done with him, and I’m not going back on my words. Not this time not ever. I can’t break anymore of the promises I made to myself. “Jenna, I get that this is hard for you, I do, but—” “But what?!” she snaps, yanking her hands awa
ELARA’S POV I tried calling Jenna back, but of course, she doesn’t pick up. She spammed me with calls, yet now that I’m returning them, she’s ignoring me. Just great. I know it’s nothing urgent because I made sure to take care of anything that needed my attention before leaving the office. If it were important, she would have at least sent a text. The drive home is slow and quiet, the hum of the car engine the only sound accompanying me. By the time I pull up to the house, the sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving behind streaks of soft orange in the sky. As my car approaches the gate, I notice someone sitting outside, her back turned to me. I don’t need to get a closer look to know who it is. Jenna. But the real question is, why is she here? “Jenna?” I call out as I step out of my car. The last time she was here was months ago. Even though I’ve invited her over countless times, she always has an excuse, too busy, too tired, something came up. So Eventually, I stopped a
ELARA’S POV “And that’s a wrap,” Robert says with a satisfied smile as he closes the document. I exhale softly, returning his smile, though mine is much tighter. “I hope I don’t regret this.” Deep down, my pulse ticks faster than normal, and tiny knots form in the pit of my stomach. My gaze drifts to the man sitting across from me. Kyle, our eyes meet and I quickly look away. “You won’t,” Robert reassures me, pouring me a glass of champagne. His assurance brings a small, genuine smile from me. Yesterday, I finished reviewing the contract. Instead of a long term partnership, we settled on a temporary job agreement. If things go well within the next three months and I like how things go, we’ll proceed with signing the main contract. But if I don’t like it… then we’ll have to wait two more weeks before I’m able to pull out if the deal. Robert also had me add a clause: if I decide at any point during the trial period that I want to move forward with the partnership, I should i
NATE’S POV My foot slams on the brakes. What the fuck is she talking about? “What the fuck are you trying to say?” I bark into the phone, my grip so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Please, don’t get mad,” her voice comes out shaky. “What do you mean I shouldn’t get mad? All week, you had one fucking job, and you couldn’t even do that.” “But, I got the last, job done” she says her voice almost inaudible.“So do you expect me to be happy? To clap for you and tell you you’re doing a good job?” I snap. Silence. “Where is she right now?” “Well… uhm—I…” “I don’t have all fucking day, so can you fucking speak up?” My patience thins with every stutter that falls from her mouth. “We’re in the office… but you know you can’t come, right? It’s—” I hang up. When I look up, Marcus is staring at me with that same amused smirk, eyes filled with curiosity. I let out a sharp breath. “Get out.” His smirk only deepens as he leans back in his seat. “Did you hear me?” My voice hardens.
NATE’S POV I stop in my tracks, my grip tightening around the coffee cup in my hand as my eyes find her. She’s standing near the entrance of a boutique, her lips curved into a smile, her head tilted slightly as she listens to the man beside her. I don’t recognize the guy. And yet, he’s standing too close. My jaw clenches as I take in the way she looks at him. not the way she used to look at me, but it’s enough to make my chest tighten with something tight and unwelcomed Her eyes still haven’t found mine and I’m trying my best to think straight but I can’t. Then the thought of the ring, the ignored messages. Did she mind someone new? Is that why she has been ignoring me? I force myself to look away, “Damn man why are you standing out-“ Marcus began. But pauses he probably He follows my gaze He whistles low. “Well, damn I thought you’re back together with el,” he mutters. “Didn’t know Elara was seeing someone.” “She’s not,” I say immediately, my voice colder than I in
ELARA’S POVJenna studies the card, reading halfway before glancing up at me.“Why would you tear it up?” she asks, her brows furrowing. “It’s for Hale Co.’s grand opening.”“I know… that’s why I tore it.” I shrug, leaning back in my chair.Jenna’s frown deepens. “Why won’t you go? We worked so hard on that project, it’s only right that we attend.”“Well… you can go in my place if you want to.” I keep my voice light, even though I know this is about more than just the project.As much as I’m proud of what we accomplished, the last thing I want is to deal with that event right now.Seeing Nate? That’s problematic.He brings nothing but drama, and I’m not about to start that whole couple acting mess all over again.My plan was simple, let the rumors die down.And I know that, in just a few weeks, the press will find something else to obsess over.They already have.If I show up at his event, I’ll be dragging myself right back into that cycle and I refuse to do that.Besides, Nate and I
ELARA’S POV “You got mail,” Jenna announces as she waltzes into my office, a cream colored envelope in hand. “Here.” She sets it down on my desk. “Thanks for bringing it,” I say dismissively, my focus still on the new design I’ve been working on. Jenna doesn’t leave. Instead, she crosses her arms and tilts her head. “You look different today.” I arch a brow. “Different?” “Yes.” She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing me as if I’ve suddenly grown a second head. I roll my eyes. “I don’t think there’s anything different about me, Jenna.” I don’t think there anything different I’m wearing my usual outfits and it’s not the first time I have my hair in a low bun. Plus I’m wearing my glasses today so if anything. I look exactly as I did. Taking a sip of my coffee, I grimace the moment the bitter liquid touches my tongue. Ugh. I knew I should’ve made it myself instead of asking Catherine to bring it in. Jenna’s gaze drops to my cup, and her eyes widen. “That cup, where did you get it?