CHAPTER 7: THE POWER SHIFT The costly walnut desk in Alex's workplace receives morning sunshine slanting through the drapes. He looks not at all. His fingers hang over his phone, his coffee cannot reach him, and the newspaper opens before him.The firm, brutal headline flashes back at him.ELIZABETH HASTINGS ENGAGED TO BILLIONAIRE SIMEON BLACKWOOD!His chest constricts. His steady, leisurely breathing does nothing to calm the tempest building inside of me.Page after page, the pieces examine every element: their claimed whirlwind romance, the passionate kiss at the gala, the way Elizabeth's hand rested against Simeon's chest as though she belonged there.The front page mostly features a picture. Her fingers tightened inside his jacket as Simeon's lips brushed against hers. The globe thinks this. Hell, even the picture gives it a lifelike quality.Alex's hold gets tighter, the newspaper's edges crumpling under his fingertips."You okay, boss?"Kara's voice oozes with something too nea
CHAPTER 8: A DANGEROUS GAME Tension hangs in the air like the promise of a storm. Simeon's office smells strongly like whiskey mixed with the thick leather of his chair. The metropolis lights behind him through the large glass windows, seemingly limitless into the night.Alex is standing close to the door, his fists closed, and his whole body expresses subdued anger. His perfect suit is flawless, but his demeanour is anything but. His eyes dart from Elizabeth to Simeon, landing on the man behind the desk like a cat weighing up its opponent.Trapped between them, Elizabeth senses their wrath weighing down on her. Her hands shake at her sides, but she locks her jaw to avoid appearing weak."What kind of twisted game are you engaged in?" Alex demands, his voice shrill like a whip breaking through the quiet.Simeon is still seated, fingers entwined, his face invisible. "I don't play games." Though his voice is smooth and somewhat bored, his eyes flash with something threatening. "I look
CHAPTER 9: ALEX’S BREAKING POINT The low murmur of discussion and the veil of cigarette smoke hardly let the faint brightness of the bar cut through. The air smells of stale bourbon and the bitter tang of sorrow clinging to Alex's skin. Nursing a half-empty glass of whiskey, his tie is unfastened, his sleeves rolled up, and his stance slumped on the high-backed stool.Again sip. The heat doesn't help him to dull the chest agony.His knuckles are white, and he grabs the glass tightly. Beside him, the newspaper is crumpled, its strong headline mocking him. Hastings Elizabeth Started working with Billionaire Simeon Blackwood.His stomach flips.It is a lie. It had to be.But the picture taken under it—the way she lets Simeon hold her, the way she stares at him—tells another tale.He swallows even another spoonful of whiskey while the fire scorches his throat.This is his fault.He went carelessly, stupidly. He let his needs and greed destroy the one decent thing in his life. She left no
CHAPTER 10: THE TRAP IS SETElizabeth finds her breath freezing in her throat.Though silent, the penthouse is not quiet; one finds it soothing. It is incorrect, thick, and smothering.Her fingers curl into the sheets, and she sits slowly. The city's glow produces faint streaks of light across the drapes, even while the room's corners remain dark.After that, a sound.A slink of motion beyond her door.Her pulse leaps over her ribs. She listens; she hardly breathes sometimes. Additional creaks. The weight of feet on the hardwood flooring of the corridor.She is not here by herself.She swallows hard as she gently and silently swings her legs over the bed. She walks coldly on the floor under naked feet toward the door. The air seems too peaceful, weighted with something invisible waiting.She puts her palms out for the handle; shadows move.Her heartbeat pauses.Her nose smells of leather and sweat. A hand closes over her mouth before she can yell. An arm dragging her rear against a p
CHAPTER 11: ALEX’S LAST PLEAThis is his last turn, his last opportunity to rectify the harm he has done and straighten things out.He fixes his gaze at the door, the heavy wood separating him from all she has lost. His stomach gets contracted. Though he has been here many times, he has never been like this. As the seconds an eternity, his heart thumps in his chest.He knocks at last. He flinches since the sound echoes louder than he could have predicted. He has no idea what he expects. She has been waiting for him to return so she can dash into his arms, tell him it will all be well and reassure him. Alternatively, he is preparing for the worst.The door opens creakingly.He initially notes her frigid, far-off eyes. Something he cannot place flickers momentarily, but it goes too fast."Elizabeth... "Before he can stop, his voice breaks. His words reveal him, and their quiver makes him feel less than he should be.Her lips push together in a narrow line, but her face is still unreadab
CHAPTER 12: ELIZABETH’S REFUSAL Elizabeth's thoughts are distortedly reflected in the mirror in front of her. She analyzes her face while standing at its edge, her fingers grazing the icy glass. In addition to being worn out and strained, the eyes staring back at her also contain defiance. Her heartbeat is still rapid from the talk with Alex, and her jaw tightens. He had apologized unadulteratedly, but it had been in vain. Words could not undo the months of deceit and treachery. As a tempest of frustration rises deep inside her, her fingers tighten their hold on the sink's edge. After everything, she is aware that she cannot forgive him. She is no longer the same person and doesn't believe she could allow herself to return, even if she wanted to. She taps the sink with a quick motion. Boom. Sharp and definitive, the sound reverberates. She feels a surge of hurt and rage, but she doesn't have time to let it consume her. The world outside this bathroom door, the future, is waitin
CHAPTER 13: SIMEON’S TRUE MOTIVES?Simeon smells polished wood, leather, and something chilly, something calculated from his office. Dark bookcases lined with the knowledge he has gathered over years of empire-building cover the walls. Perfectly polished, his desk feels like an altar to ambition. And just now, he sits, slanted slightly forward, his fingers steepled together, carefully observing Elizabeth. He starts first, his voice austere and businesslike, yet underlying the words is a faint edge that cannot be disregarded. You would come around, I knew. Though he doesn't say it with pride, there is satisfaction there—a guarantee in his voice that causes Elizabeth's stomach to turn over. Her body tense as her fingers linger over the desk edge before him. Her head is whirling, attempting to assemble everything before this moment. She is devoid of options. Simeon keeps going, his voice getting increasingly forceful. "Everything business from here is from here. If this is to succeed
CHAPTER 14: ELIZABETH’S NEW ROLE Elizabeth enters the shining, sleek office area, and her shoes' sharp click echoes in the marble corridor. Every stride feels like a weight is weighing down on her chest, but she gets more resolved with each one. Today is a change in direction, a turn. She is no longer the lady living in Alex's shadow, who hung on to his promises. At least of her own decisions, she is in charge now. The echo of Simeon's voice from the past, "You're more than simply another piece of my corporation. Still ringing in her ears: you have a future here. She looks around the pricey furniture and high-tech equipment-filled office and senses her coworkers' eyes follow her. She belongs nowhere on this planet. But Simeon is surrounded by influence everywhere. His presence persists even in his absence; his touch in the room, his choices in every direction. She hardly has autonomy here, either. Or is she only a participant in his grand design? She gets to her desk, the smooth
Chapter: 53 The Wedding Plans Planning starts like a fantasy. Sitting at a little café, Elizabeth and Simeon talk about the wedding, their fingers interlaced. The sky is clear, and the sun has a gentle golden tone. Ideas rush, wild and uninhibited, the ceremony on a cliffside, the flowers bursting in every conceivable color, the attire as simple as it is magnificent. Every aspect of the guest list, who will sit on velvet pillows, is meant to show their affection.Yet under the thrill, a quiet dread simmers. The risks and danger constantly loom in the background, never letting them enjoy their moment. The idea of their foes still observing, waiting for a time to attack, keeps coming into their heads. Simeon sees the change in her demeanor and the frightened flash in her eyes.Though he is battling the same internal struggle, Simeon tightens his hold on her hand to comfort her. "El abeth, we'll have our day," he adds, his voice calm yet resolute. It will be ours." No one can rob us of
Chapter:52 The Final Decision The silence in the room is almost palpable, stifling, as if the weight of the world is pushing down on them. Elizabeth rests next to Simeon, her head tucked against his chest, the constant beat of his heart, a soothing cadence under her ear. The world outside is peaceful, and stillness is only found when all is on the verge of change. City lights' soft glow flows through the window, creating long shadows across the room.Once so unclear, their future lies before them like an uncharted map ready to be explored. Yet in this quiet, Elizabeth has a growing dread of the unknown that no degree of assurance or love can completely erase. Though the path forward is still uncertain, they have come a long way and battled through much.Her fingertips run over the outline of his shirt. She lets a gentle breath, and her mind is in a knot. She feels as though she is peering down into an abyss from the edge of a cliff. Beyond this now, what is there? What remains to be
Chapter: 51 The proposal The garden is silent, the gentle hum of faraway traffic almost reaching its isolated location. This is where it all started: a peaceful corner of the globe that seems sacred and safe. Behind the trees, the sun sets slowly, throwing a golden light over the flowers in full bloom. The aroma of roses fills the air, and leaves rustling in the soft breeze produce a calm symphony.Simeon stands beside Elizabeth, his hand barely inches from hers, yet an unseen wall separates them. Battling the internal maelstrom, he observes her, the moment's weight pressing on him. She is unaware of what lies ahead; she underestimates the depth of his purpose. Every inch of his anatomy tells him the need to correct this, the want, the hurry.Elizabeth moves a little, sensing the shift in the environment and the tension filling the space between them. Nervously, her eyes dart from the garden to Simeon's, looking for something, understanding, comfort, a clue that she is not alone.Dee
CHAPTER 50: The Future They Choose Elizabeth wakes up to the gentle, repetitive sound of Simeon's breath in her ear, anchoring her in the present. Her lashes are damp from the leftover sleep, her head is still hazy but peaceful, and she blinks slowly. The pandemonium that had previously threatened to engulf her seems like a distant memory today, as though it never existed.She moves to fit against him and feels the reassuring weight of his arm hanging over her. His skin's warmth on hers, the power he exudes, comforts her in ways nothing else could ever approach. She is present, alongside him, and secure.The storm within her has calmed for the first time in an eternity. No more running, no more heart-gnawing dread. It's only calm. All she needs now is Simeon's presence and quiet confidence. Inhaling the aroma of him—wood and cologne, like a secret she wishes to cherish for all time, she shuts her eyes.His lips touch her forehead, and she feels it deep in her chest. Soft and gentle,
CHAPTER 49: The Final Choice Begins Standing in front of Simeon, Elizabeth makes the room seem excruciatingly minor. The faint chandelier light highlights the distance between them by casting long shadows on the walls. Louder than the gentle hum of the air conditioning, every beat thundering in her chest makes her heart race. The silence's weight presses down on her; every breath she takes seems more complex than the previous.She knows what she must do—this is the last stage in a war that has been inside her for weeks. Still, the words choke her in the back of her throat. Fear of vulnerability, of throwing herself out there and hoping Simeon would catch her, twists in her gut.His eyes unreadable, he observes her. He has always been the strong one in charge; tonight, for the first time, she feels as though she is the one who controls. Fighting back the tears threatening to escape, she swallows hard. Not now; she cannot let them fall."Simeon," she begins, her voice quivering, but sh
CHAPTER 48: The Final Confrontation In the high-rise office, the crisis team toils away, phones ringing nonstop, laptops flashing with unrelenting updates. Standing near the window, Elizabeth gazes out over the vast city below, her mind a jumble of bewilderment and mounting annoyance.Calm yet relentless, Simeon speaks from behind her. Our media team is the finest in the world. They will shape the story.She ignores it. "The story? What remains under control? Though she tries for consistency, her voice quivers a little. "They've already made decisions about my identity. No PR team and no spin can reverse what has been done.Simeon moves closer and softly puts his hands on her shoulders; his warmth contrasts the frigid worry gripping her chest. Elizabeth, we cannot give up. You are not the individual they are portraying. You need not confront this by yourself.Pulling away from his contact, she exhales slowly, her breath trapped in her throat. You don't understand. I have spent my who
CHAPTER 47: The Media Frenzy Ringing in the hectic newsroom, the phone slices through the low hum of typing keyboards and fast discussions. The senior editor, a lady in her forties with short, pointed hair, picks up the phone, her fingers stopping mid-type. Listening closely, her brow creases as the speaker on the other end offers her the tip. The voice is a touch too silky, low, and cryptic.Elizabeth Carter has something about her. The caller, a breathless voice on the line, advises you to investigate. She is concealing something significant. Something that might ruin her profession.The editor's eyes narrow as she looks over the rows of live news feeds and headlines on screens. Elizabeth Carter, the name by itself, draws notice. Beloved by investors, consumers, and the public, she is the darling of the corporate world. But like all favorites, she has secrets; everyone has.With her fingers drumming the table, the editor sits up taller. Do you have evidence?" she enquires, attempti
CHAPTER 46: Alex’s Final Play Begins Resting in his leather chair, Alex lets the subtle glow of his desk lamp throw shadows all over the space. His mood is thick, burdened with the weight of his ideas. His eyes scan the file before him while his fingers tap against the table edge. It's crammed with specifics—too many for Elizabeth. Every second of her life was carefully recorded, every flaw revealed.Flipping over the pages of the large file, the paper crackles under his fingers. Reading, his lips twist into a devious grin; every line feeds his desire for power. He knows her better than she does. She has always been a riddle; now he has the solutions. Every mistake move she has ever made, every decision she has regretted—it is all here, set out in front of him like a weapon he is just waiting to use.He sees something, and his eyes narrow. A slight hint of a secret she had fought to suppress. Some private matter. Something that would shatter her should the world ever learn. He smiles
Chapter 45: Surrendering to Love As Elizabeth walks outside, the night is heavy with the scent of rain. The streets glimmer under the glow of streetlights, reflecting the dampened world around her; the air is chilly and crisp. Walking with her coat wrapped tightly around her, she creates visible clouds. She's been considering everything, the decisions, the worries, especially Simeon.A conflict between wanting to run and needing to stay fills her thoughts with a tornado of emotions. The weight of her hesitation crashing down like the gloomy clouds hanging above had never made her heart so heavy.She doesn't understand why she's out here or walking toward him—toward the one guy who can make her feel alive and afraid all at once.Then she spots him.Under the faint light of a nearby streetlamp, Simeon stands with his figure cut out against the darker sky and the rain pouring in sheets all about him. Standing motionless, his black coat clings to him, and his gaze is lost somewhere far a