“He’s the reason my father is dead. He might not have killed him directly, but his actions led to it. I don’t know if I can forgive him for that.”There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when Liam spoke again, his voice was quieter, more measured.“Elena,” he began, “I understand why you feel that way. I do. But Ethan didn’t kill your father. And as much as you may want to believe that, that’s not the truth. He was trying to protect you even when you went against his order.”“I know,” Elena whispered, her eyes welling with unshed tears. “But that doesn’t change how I feel. I don’t know where we stand anymore.”Liam sighed deeply, his voice softening. “I get it. I really do. But if you want to know how Ethan is, if you care about him, you’re going to have to face him. You’re going to have to come see him. He’s waiting for you, Elena. He’s been waiting.”She stayed quiet, her thumb absently running along the edge of the phone. She wanted to see him. God, she wanted to. But
And now, she was gone.Not just from his life, cutting ties as if he had never mattered. And worst of all, she had gone back to Blake Enterprises, stepping into the role her father left behind.The realization gnawed at him. She was choosing a life without him.The glass in his hand shattered against the floor as he hurled it across the room.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, running a frustrated hand through his dark, tousled hair.For years, he had lived for control...for power, for revenge, for making sure no one ever had the ability to hurt him again. But Elena had changed everything the moment she walked into his life. She had made him want something more.And now, he had nothing.The weight of it all settled in his chest like a stone. He should be focusing on work, on his next business move, on the hundred other things demanding his attention. But his mind kept circling back to one thing.Her.Ethan pushed himself up from the leather couch, pacing the room. He had never
“Did you get what you wanted?”Mirian blinked, momentarily thrown off by the question and she turned back on her track “Excuse me?”Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Was it worth it?” he asked, his voice sharper now. “Everything you did...everything you orchestrated. Did you get what you wanted?”Mirian’s lips parted slightly, but she quickly recovered, her usual smirk returning. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”Ethan let out a cold laugh. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mirian. I know everything.”She tilted her head, still trying to maintain her composure. “Who told you?” she asked carefully. “Elena?”That only confirmed it.Ethan’s hands curled into fists.It wasn’t just a suspicion anymore...it was true.“You did it,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet fury. “You were the reason for everything. You teamed up with him to kidnap you. And because of that, Vincent is dead.”Mirian’s breath hitched.For a split second, the confident, poised woman in front of him cracked.Then, she
"Marry me again."A sharp exhale left her lungs. "What?""This time, for real," Ethan continued, his voice rough, edged with something raw. "No contracts. No power plays. Just you and me."Elena felt her heartbeat hammer against her ribs, a war raging inside her. Two years. Two years of forcing herself to forget the way he had once consumed her, the way he had burned her world to ashes.And now, he was standing here...asking for something impossible.She took a step back. "You can’t just show up after two years and...""I can." His voice was unshaken. "And I am."She shook her head. "Ethan, I...""Don’t say you don’t feel it," he cut in, his tone dangerously soft. "Not when I can see it in your eyes."Elena’s grip on the doorframe tightened. He wasn’t wrong. The moment she saw him, something in her chest cracked wide open, something she had spent two years desperately trying to seal shut.But she couldn’t ignore what she had heard. The headlines. The whispers. The images."You’ve be
She barely had time to process the pile of luxury gifts Ethan had sent when her office door swung open.She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.The scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of cedarwood and dark vanilla, filled the air before she even saw him.Ethan Calloway.He stood in the doorway, exuding effortless power. A perfectly tailored dark navy suit hugged his broad frame, his golden-brown hair styled just enough to look intentionally tousled. His sharp jawline, the slight shadow of stubble, and those piercing blue eyes...intense and unwavering...made it impossible to ignore him.Elena steeled herself.“Are we not knocking anymore?” she asked, her voice cool and detached.A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.“I didn’t think I needed an invitation.”She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “I’m busy, Ethan.”“I won’t take much of your time,” he said, his voice smooth. “I want to take you out.”She exhaled through her nos
“Happy Birthday, Wifey.”Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice.And there he was...standing in the doorway.Ethan Calloway.Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark tousled hair that looked like he had run his fingers through it too many times. His sharp jawline was dusted with the perfect amount of stubble, and those piercing blue eyes were locked onto her with an intensity that made it impossible to breathe.He wore a tailored black suit, the crisp white dress shirt underneath left slightly unbuttoned at the top, giving him that effortlessly powerful look that had once driven her crazy.He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.“Elena,” he murmured again, softer this time.She didn’t say a word...couldn’t.Instead, she did the one thing she hadn’t allowed herself to do in two years.She let the tears fall.A single tear slipped down her cheek, then another.And before she could stop herself, before she could think of all the reasons she shouldn’t, she moved.Str
But now? The walls were closing in, and he knew exactly who was behind it.Mirian.She was pulling the strings, using her family’s influence to sabotage him piece by piece. She wasn’t just trying to ruin him. She was trying to force him to his knees.A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. Before he could respond, the door swung open, and Elena walked in, her face tight with concern.Olivia immediately straightened. “Miss Blake...”“It’s fine, Olivia,” Ethan said, waving her offOlivia hesitated but took the cue, quietly leaving the office.Elena crossed her arms as soon as the door shut behind them. “Why didn’t you tell me?”Ethan exhaled. “Tell you what?”“Don’t do that,” she snapped. “The entire city is talking about this, Ethan. Investors pulling out, the media tearing you apart, the board questioning your leadership...”“I can handle it.”She let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Really? Because it looks like your empire is collapsing.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I
“Marry me, Ethan.”Silence stretched between them.He let out a slow breath, his expression unreadable. “You joke a lot.”“Do I look like I’m joking?” Her voice was smooth and confident. “My father is one of the most powerful men in this country. If you agree to marry me, I’ll use the same influence I used to tear you down...to build you back up.”He let the words settle, watching her carefully. “You expect me to work with you?”She smiled. “I expect you to be smart enough to see the opportunity.”Ethan shook his head. “You don’t do anything without an agenda, Mirian. So tell me, why do you want this?”Her expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of something deeper in her gaze. “Because together, we’d be untouchable. You and I...Calloway and Hartwell...would be the most powerful couple in this city.”He laughed, the sound low and bitter. “You mean you would be untouchable. You’d have my name, my influence, my loyalty.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “But I’d nev
ONE YEAR LATERThe Calloway Private HospitalThe corridor outside the private maternity suite was bathed in soft golden light, the quiet hum of air conditioning the only sound breaking the stillness. Ethan Calloway paced the floor with restless energy, his gaze flickering between the closed doors and the clock on the wall. His sharp three-piece suit, though still impeccable, bore the signs of his agitation, his tie slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His usually composed demeanor was crumbling under the weight of anticipation.“Ethan, you need to sit down,” Liam Hayes said, leaning against the wall with an amused smirk. “You’re wearing a hole in the floor.”“I can’t,” Ethan muttered, running a hand through his hair. “What’s taking so long?”“It’s childbirth, man. Not a boardroom meeting,” Liam chuckled. “Relax.”Just then, the soft shuffle of approaching footsteps caught their attention. Clara entered the corridor, her own rounded belly pronounced beneath a fl
Elena nearly choked on her coffee. “Excuse me?”Ethan chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. “I meant what I said. Six months. No business, no interruptions. Just you and me, traveling the world.”Elena gaped at him. “Six months?”“Mm-hmm,” he confirmed, sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just dropped an insane proposal. “We’ll start here in the Maldives, then maybe head to Italy, Greece, Paris… anywhere you want.”Elena blinked. “Are you serious?”Ethan’s expression softened slightly as he set his cup down. “Elena, for years, our lives have been filled with chaos. We’ve been running, fighting, surviving. This is the first time we can actually just live.”Her chest tightened at his words. He was right. Their love had been forged in fire, tested by storms. Now, for the first time, they had the freedom to just be.She exhaled, shaking her head in disbelief. “I married a billionaire, didn’t I?”Ethan smirked. “Of course.”Elena laughed, shaking her head. “You really think we can disa
She tilted her head, her gaze locking onto his. The fire in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine, not of apprehension, but of absolute certainty.This was real.This was forever.The suite was bathed in soft, golden candlelight. The flickering flames cast shadows against the walls, creating an intimacy that wrapped around them like silk. Rose petals trailed from the entrance to the king-sized bed, their deep red hue a stark contrast against the crisp white sheets. A chilled bottle of champagne sat in a silver bucket near the bedside table, untouched. But there was no need for champagne. The intoxication was already there...in the way Ethan’s fingers slowly traced the curve of her back, in the way his lips hovered just inches from hers, promising, waiting.“You planned all this?” Elena whispered, her voice barely above a breath.Ethan smirked, that signature, devastating smirk that had once frustrated her, challenged her, consumed her. “You deserve everything, Elena,” he mur
Ethan’s lips curved into a smirk. “Only one. And I’m holding her right now.”The band transitioned into something slower, more sensual. The air between them thickened. Ethan pulled her closer, his breath warm against her ear.“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he murmured.Elena’s fingers tightened around his shoulder. “Maybe you should show me.”Ethan exhaled sharply, a dark chuckle escaping him. “Careful what you wish for, Mrs. Calloway.”The words sent a thrill through her. Mrs. Calloway. She was his. And yet, there was a part of her that still couldn’t believe it.A burst of laughter from a nearby table pulled them back to reality.At a round table draped in silk, Liam leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey with a knowing smirk. Clara sat beside him, her emerald dress hugging her curves, her expression amused as she watched Ethan and Elena.“They look disgustingly in love,” Clara mused, taking a sip of her champagne.Liam chuckled. “Who knew the cold,
“It is time for your vows.”A hush fell over the crowd.Ethan inhaled sharply, his blue eyes locking onto hers.For the first time since she had met him, he looked…nervous.Not in the way most grooms were...there was no hesitation, no doubt. But there was weight behind his gaze as if the words he was about to say carried more significance than anything he had ever spoken before.Then, his voice came, steady but thick with emotion.“I spent my life chasing power, wealth, control.” He paused, exhaling slowly. “I built an empire from nothing. I was ruthless and strategic. I knew how to win. I thought that was all there was.”Elena’s breath hitched as his fingers tightened around hers.“But then I met you.” His voice dropped slightly, the rawness in it making her throat tighten. “And you showed me what it truly means to live.”The world disappeared.There was no sunset, no guests, no officiant standing between them.Just Ethan.Just the man who had once been her greatest mistake, then h
Liam barely contained his laughter. “Speak of the devil.”Ethan shot him a glare before running a hand through his thick, slightly disheveled hair. His chiseled jaw clenched, and his piercing blue eyes...usually calm and unreadable...were clouded with nervous energy.“Where’s Elena?” he asked, voice taut.“In her bridal suite,” Clara answered, flipping through her clipboard without looking up. “You’re not supposed to see her before the ceremony, so don’t even think about it.”Ethan let out a breath and muttered, “I wasn’t going to.”Liam smirked. “Liar.”Ethan ignored him and resumed his pacing. His mind was racing. It wasn’t cold feet...it was something deeper, something rawer. He had spent years building his empire, making high-stakes deals without breaking a sweat. And yet, standing here, on the precipice of marrying Elena...the woman who had unraveled him in ways he never expected...he felt a foreign sense of vulnerability creeping in.What if she changed her mind? What if she
“Running away already?”The deep timbre of his voice sent a familiar shiver down her spine.She didn’t turn. “Would you blame me if I was?”Ethan came to the scene, his warmth seeping into her. Dressed in black slacks and a white button-down, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he looked every bit the man she had fallen for...confident, steady, devastatingly handsome.He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Nervous? ‘Uncle, you are scaring my wife?” he added staring at his uncle Who just smiled and left. “Are you okay?” He asked Elena again with concern. She nodded, her fingers tightening around his wrists. “I don’t know if I can handle all of this attention. I'm not used to getting attention”Ethan pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “We don’t have to do this tomorrow if you’re not ready.”Elena turned in his arms, searching his face. “I am ready,” she said softly. “I just don’t want to lose myself in t
But trust?Trust was a fragile thing. And even now, with Ethan, there was a part of her that flinched at the idea of giving someone else the power to hurt her.Her phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts.Ethan.She hesitated before answering.“Elena.” His voice was sharp, and controlled, but she could hear the tension beneath it. “Where are you?”She turned a corner, glancing up at the towering glass windows of a familiar building.“I just needed fresh air,” she said softly. “I’ll be back soon.”A pause.“Elena,” he said, quieter this time. “Talk to me.”She swallowed hard, gripping the phone. “I will,” she promised. “Just… give me a little time.”Another silence.Then, finally, “Okay.”But she knew Ethan. He wasn’t the type to sit back and wait.And if he was looking for her, there was only one place he would never expect her to go.The cemetery.Where the past lay buried.***The cemetery loomed ahead, silent and vast. Fog clung to the damp earth, weaving throug
Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration barely contained. “I don’t know. But I’m not going to sit back and hope nothing happens.”Liam studied him for a moment, then sighed, sitting forward. “Alright. What do you need me to do?”Ethan grabbed a file from his desk and handed it over. “I need you to personally oversee the security team. Make sure there are no weak spots. The guest list is final...no last-minute additions. No surprises.”Liam flipped through the documents, nodding. “Got it.”Ethan exhaled, some of the tension easing. “And I want two of our best men watching Elena at all times...discreetly. She can’t know.”Liam smirked. “Because she’d kill you if she found out?”Ethan gave him a look. “Because she’d insist she doesn’t need it. But I’m not taking chances.”Liam nodded, standing. “Alright, I’ll handle it.” He paused, studying Ethan with something almost amused in his eyes. “You know, for a guy who built an empire from nothing, you sure do freak out a lot when