Chapter Two: The Proposal
Simeon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly on his desk, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he replayed the events of earlier that day. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. He had been the recipient of a proposal—but not just any proposal. A proposal from a complete stranger. He couldn't help but have a chuckle to himself as he picked up the card Elizabeth had handed him. It had been ages since he'd had one of these days. Karin, his longtime secretary, tapped lightly upon his office door and made her way inside, a fresh cup of coffee balanced upon the tray in her hands. Her eyes always seemed to be on alert for when her boss required a break, and this was beginning to seem just about one of those days. Coffee, sir?" Karin asked, setting the mug on his desk as her warm smile fell on the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. Long enough had she been around Simeon that it needed no spelling when something struck a particular note with him. Simeon looked toward her, still with an amused look on his face. He reached for his coffee, playing with the liquid in his cup while leaning back in his chair with an air of relishing something in his mind. "You won't believe what happened today," he said, leaning forward, his voice so full of intrigue. Karin raised an eyebrow, setting her purse down on the side table. "Oh? Do I need to brace myself for something strange?" She had seen her fair share of odd happenings around Simeon's life. Simeon let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "I didn't expect it myself. A woman—an unknown woman—proposed to me today." Karin's eyes went wide. "What? You? Married? To a stranger? Simeon, are you serious?" Simeon leaned back into the backrest of his chair, still amused. "Dead serious. I was just about my own business down on the street when, out of a corner somewhere, this woman came up and asked me, looking at me in that face, to marry. Karin couldn't help but burst out laughing. "She proposed to you? Just like that?" "Just like that," Simeon confirmed, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Of course, I tried to back away, but she wouldn't hear of it. She was in a. state, let's say. In fact, she practically shoved her engagement ring onto my finger. Karin laughed loudly as she shook her head. "That's insane! I mean, who does that? You must've thought it was some kind of joke. "I thought so, at first," Simeon replied, still smiling. "But there was just something about her. She wasn't laughing. She wasn't joking. Desperate, but in the way that you would think: This woman is either out of her mind, or there is more to this than meets the eye of a spur-of-the-moment type of decision. "Alright," Karin said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "So, what happened next? You didn't just go along with it, did you?" "No, of course not," Simeon said, shaking his head. "I told her it was crazy, that I wasn't some kind of rebound. But… she was insistent. In fact, she was downright convincing. I couldn't help but admire her courage, even if it was totally misplaced." He paused, his fingers absently tracing the edge of the desk. "I don't know, Karin… there was something about her. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on." Karin raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Sounds like you're kind of intrigued. You going to track her down? Make sure this isn't some kind of elaborate prank? Simeon looked up at her, his expression abruptly serious. "I don't know if it's some kind of prank, but I want to hear more about her. She had guts, Karin. And something more-something below the surface. There's just no way in hell someone does something like this for nothing. I need to know why she did this and who she is, really. Karin's teasing smile faltered a little at the change in Simeon's demeanor. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?" "I don't waste my time on things that don't interest me," Simeon said, matter-of-fact. "This woman-she's different. I want to understand what's behind that impulsive decision. I'm not going to let this go. Karin nodded, suddenly feeling this wasn't a whim with Simeon on its way out. "Okay, then. What would you have me do? Simeon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the business card Elizabeth had given him. "I want you to get me everything you can about her. Use this." He handed her the card, which read Elizabeth Hastings, Marketing Director, Hastings and Co. "Find out where she works, her family background-anything you can dig up. And make sure it's thorough. I need to know everything." Karin took the card, examining it closely before slipping it into her bag. “I’ll get right on it. You’re right, there’s something strange about this. But you’re really going to contact her, right? This isn’t just… curiosity?” Simeon's eyes locked with hers. "I told you. I want to know her. Not just because of this insane proposal, but because there's something about her-something I haven't figured out yet. I want to know what drives her, what makes her tick. I want to know if there's more to her than just this spontaneous act. Karin smiled knowingly. "Alright, I'll track her down. And don't worry, I won't let you down. You're going to get more than you bargained for, Simeon." "Good," Simeon said, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "I'll be waiting for your report." Later That Day Karin's phone rang just as she was leaving the office. It was a call she had been waiting for-the results of her search. She answered on the first ring, her voice ringing with anticipation. "Karin speaking." "Simeon," the voice at the other end said, deadpan. "I've got all that you wanted on Elizabeth Hastings." "That quickly?" Karin asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't waste any time, do you?" "Well, when you know where to look, really, it doesn't take very long," the voice at the other end said. "An impressive résumé she has-head of marketing for a well-known company, good education, well-placed. But that is not all there is to her. She's had a pretty bad time lately-her relationship ended on a pretty bad note, and it seems like she's been trying to get back on her feet. There's this feeling of, I don't know, emotional chaos around her. It's not like a random proposal, I think; there's more at play here. Karin listened, nodding. "I see. Well, I've got enough now. Time to put things into motion. I'll contact her soon, just as you asked." "Good. Keep me posted," Simeon said, hanging up.Chapter Three: The Unexpected Encounter Elizabeth sat on the edge of her bed, the events of the day replaying in her mind. The audacity of her actions—the proposal to a complete stranger—seemed surreal. She had acted on impulse, driven by a mix of desperation and a desire to escape the suffocating grip of her past. Now, as she sat alone in her room, the weight of her decision began to settle in. Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen: an unknown number. Hesitant, she answered. “Hello?” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Good evening, is this Miss Elizabeth Hastings?” a woman’s voice inquired. “Yes, speaking,” Elizabeth replied, her curiosity piqued. “This is Karin, Mr. Simeon Blackwood’s personal assistant. He would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience,” the voice continued. Elizabeth’s heart skipped a beat. Simeon Blackwood? The name was unfamiliar, and she couldn’t recall any prior interactions. “I’m sorry, but I don’t belie
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
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 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