Chapter Four: The Past Revealed
The evening air was crisp as I stepped into this posh restaurant, and the soft lighting that hit the polished wood floors made me feel cozy right away. I had been there before, but tonight everything felt different. Tonight, I was to meet Simeon Blackwood, the guy I had impulsively proposed to just days ago, a thought which still seemed surreal. But here I was, standing at a threshold that would usher a new chapter in my life. As I reached the maître d', his expression turned into a cordial smile. "Good evening, Miss Hastings. Mr. Blackwood is expecting you. Please, follow me." He led me toward a secluded corner of the restaurant where a table was set for two against full-length windows, offering me a view of the City skyline. Simeon had stood up when I was approaching; his tall build exuded confidence. He opened with a warm smile as he invited me to a seat. "Elizabeth," he said, his smooth voice reassuring. "Glad you could join me tonight." "Thank you for inviting me," I said, sinking into the chair opposite him. "It's lovely here." Simeon nodded, his eyes introspective. "I thought this would be a perfect setting for our conversation." A waiter appeared, and we ordered. As he walked away, Simeon leaned forward slightly, his eyes sober. Elizabeth," he started, "I must say, it was quite a shock-what you proposed. Spur-of-the-moment decision, I understand, but I can't help it-what made you make such a bold move?" I hesitated as memories from that day swam back. Alex with his assistant, the betrayal, heartbreak-all of these had suddenly come to the front. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Alex and I were once very close," I began, trying to keep the emotion from my voice. "We shared everything-our dreams, our fears, our lives. I thought we had a future together." I stopped, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. "But that day, I saw him with his assistant. They were… kissing. It shattered me. I felt so foolish, so naive. I realized then that I had been living in a fantasy, believing in something that wasn't real." Simeon's face relaxed into understanding. "I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said softly. "Betrayal is never easy." I nodded, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. "I didn't know what else to do," I continued. "I was hurt, angry, and I needed to escape. So I proposed to you. It was impulsive, yes, but it felt like the only way to move forward. Simeon leaned across the table, his hand covering mine. "Elizabeth," he said, his voice firm but compassionate. "I understand your pain, and I want you to know that I am here for you. If you need time to heal, to process, I will give you that space. But if you want revenge, if you want to confront Alex and show him the consequences of his actions, I'll be there to support you in that too. They were balm to my bruised soul. One point or another, confrontation with Alex--making clear to him the degree of his betrayal--had crossed my mind. I hadn't known how, though. Simeon's offer gave me a feeling of agency; it placed my life in my hands, so to say. "Thanks," I whispered, squeezing his hand in gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without your support." Simeon smiled, his eyes warm. "You don't have to face this alone, Elizabeth. Whatever you decide, I will be by your side. We continued talking through the evening, sharing stories and laughter. It was the first time in days I had seen hope for a brighter tomorrow. This unplanned shift in my life perhaps was not just random after all, but it was a start to something new-a chapter in my life where healing and growing might just take place, possibly with happiness after all. As we went our separate ways that night, Simeon leaned over and pecked my cheek. "Take care, Elizabeth," he whispered. "Remember, you are not alone." I watched him disappear into the crowd, a feeling of peace settling over me. For the first time in a long while, I was beginning to feel like I was on the path of healing. And with Simeon by my side, perhaps I could finally leave the past behind and embrace the future.Chapter Five: The Past Revealed Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the delicate lace of the duvet. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, each moment more surreal than the last. I had proposed to Simeon Blackwood, a man I barely knew, in desperation to get away from the haunting memories of Alex. Yet, here I was, trying to sort through the labyrinth of my emotions and the decisions I'd made. I looked at the time—10:00 AM. Simeon had invited me to dinner the previous night, and we had talked a lot. His understanding and support were balm to my wounded soul. He had given me a choice: to confront Alex and get revenge or to move on and heal. I chose the latter, but it wasn't that simple. The tingle of the doorbell pulled me out of my reverie, and I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress as I walked toward the door. I opened it to a bouquet of lilies-smelling sweetly and
CHAPTER 6: DANGEROUS YES Elizabeth's pulse beats in her ears as she sees Simeon turn the engagement ring between his fingers, the diamond catching the faint glow of the chandelier of the restaurant. He doesn't have any laughs. He has not laughed at all. Instead, an amused smile plays at the corner of his lips as though he has discovered a game far more interesting than the dinner before him."That's quite the proposal," he says, voice like aged whiskey, gaze fixed on hers with startling intensity.She pushes hard, her words returning to her like a stupid dare she hadn't anticipated being taken seriously. She stammers, reaching for the ring, then his fingers gently close around it with intentional ease. Forget it.He slants forward, elbows resting on the immaculate white tablecloth, every action under control. He says, "No," sliding the ring on his finger.Between them, the air gets tense.Elizabeth stiffens, fixed on the ring now pressing against his flesh. Her brain spins. This was
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 6: DANGEROUS YES Elizabeth's pulse beats in her ears as she sees Simeon turn the engagement ring between his fingers, the diamond catching the faint glow of the chandelier of the restaurant. He doesn't have any laughs. He has not laughed at all. Instead, an amused smile plays at the corner of his lips as though he has discovered a game far more interesting than the dinner before him."That's quite the proposal," he says, voice like aged whiskey, gaze fixed on hers with startling intensity.She pushes hard, her words returning to her like a stupid dare she hadn't anticipated being taken seriously. She stammers, reaching for the ring, then his fingers gently close around it with intentional ease. Forget it.He slants forward, elbows resting on the immaculate white tablecloth, every action under control. He says, "No," sliding the ring on his finger.Between them, the air gets tense.Elizabeth stiffens, fixed on the ring now pressing against his flesh. Her brain spins. This was
Chapter Five: The Past Revealed Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the delicate lace of the duvet. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, each moment more surreal than the last. I had proposed to Simeon Blackwood, a man I barely knew, in desperation to get away from the haunting memories of Alex. Yet, here I was, trying to sort through the labyrinth of my emotions and the decisions I'd made. I looked at the time—10:00 AM. Simeon had invited me to dinner the previous night, and we had talked a lot. His understanding and support were balm to my wounded soul. He had given me a choice: to confront Alex and get revenge or to move on and heal. I chose the latter, but it wasn't that simple. The tingle of the doorbell pulled me out of my reverie, and I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress as I walked toward the door. I opened it to a bouquet of lilies-smelling sweetly and