Elena shut the door behind her with more force than necessary. “You’re going to finish what you started.”Vincent arched a brow, his expression unreadable. “And what exactly did I start?”She let out a sharp breath, her hands clenching at her sides. “The rumor, Father. The disgusting lie you spread about Ethan and me. You thought you could ruin him, but all you did was back him into a corner. And now, he’s marrying me.”For a moment, he said nothing. He simply leaned back in his chair, fingers steepling together, studying her. Then, a short, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “So that’s how he chose to handle it?”His lack of reaction fueled her anger. She took another step forward. “You thought the engagement was a lie? You thought you could play God with my life, but guess what? You don’t get to control this anymore. You will be at that wedding. You will walk me down that aisle, because this…” she gestured, showing him the engagement ring, her voice rising, “...this is your doin
“Do you, Ethan Calloway, take Elena Blake to be your lawfully wedded wife?”The world seemed to be still.Ethan Calloway, heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire, a man feared and respected in equal measure, did not hesitate.“I do.”His voice was firm, and controlled.Not a trace of warmth.Not a flicker of doubt.The weight of the moment pressed against Elena’s chest as the priest turned to her.“And do you, Elena Blake, take Ethan Calloway to be your lawfully wedded husband?”She swallowed.The room felt suffocating, the heat of a hundred stares digging into her skin, waiting for her to seal her fate.Elena lifted her gaze, locking onto Ethan’s.Those steel-gray eyes held nothing. No affection. No softness. Just quiet expectation, like he already knew her answer.Because she had no choice.“I do.”The words left her lips like a whisper of surrender.The priest gave a nod, as if satisfied, and gestured for the rings.A man in a crisp black suit stepped forward, presenting the velvet b
A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face, and for a moment, she looked nothing like the woman who challenged him at every turn.His chest tightened.Damn it.Ethan clenched his fists and forced himself to leave. Because if he stayed any longer, he might do something reckless. Something that would change everything.And he wasn’t ready for that.***Ethan Calloway had mastered the art of distraction.For the past few days, he had buried himself in work, drowning in back-to-back meetings, project deadlines, and negotiations that required his full attention. But no matter how much he tried to focus, Elena lingered in his thoughts like an unresolved equation.Sharing a house with her was a silent battle neither of them acknowledged. They passed each other in the halls, exchanged curt pleasantries, and pretended there was nothing brewing beneath the surface. But he could feel it.At night, he heard her movements in the guest room. He could picture her lying awake, just as he was, bot
He exhaled through his nose, his fingers tapping against his desk. “I understand what you said that day. You don’t have to worry. We can still…” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “...be together. Elena won’t question it.”Silence.Then, a slow, measured response. “Is that so?”“She knows what this marriage is,” he continued, keeping his voice even. “She doesn’t care what I do.”More silence. But this time, it felt different. Sharper.When Mirian finally spoke, her tone was controlled, but he could hear the edge beneath it. “So, what exactly are you offering me, Ethan? A convenient arrangement? Something to pass the time while you pretend your wife doesn’t affect you?”His grip on the phone tightened. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”A bitter laugh. “No. I wanted you. But clearly, you’re too much of a coward to admit who you really want.”His jaw clenched. “Mirian…”“Don’t,” she cut him off, her voice suddenly cold. “I’m not some fool, Ethan. I don’t settle for scraps.”The
Before she could scream before she could even register another move…The door burst open, and there he was.Ethan.A gunshot shattered the silence.The force of it sent the masked figure stumbling back, their grip loosening just enough for Elena to wrench herself free.Barefoot, shirtless, gun still aimed at the intruder. His expression was murderous, his blue eyes burning with a lethal intensity she had never seen before.The intruder recovered quickly, spinning toward the window. Without hesitation, they threw themselves through the glass. Shards exploded outward, catching the moonlight like deadly stars.Ethan moved to follow, his muscles taut with rage, but by the time he reached the shattered frame, the figure had already vanished into the darkness below.The estate’s security lights flared to life, flooding the grounds.A second too late.Elena, still sprawled on the floor, struggled to catch her breath. Her hands trembled, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts.Ethan
Elena exhaled shakily. “Ethan’s mansion. But I…I need to leave. I need to get away.”“Elena, what’s going on?”“I can’t explain now,” she said quickly, glancing toward the door. “I just…I need a place to stay. Just for a little while.”Another pause. Then Clara’s voice softened. “You don’t even have to ask. Come to me.”Relief flooded through her. “Thank you.”“Hurry. I’ll be waiting.”Elena ended the call, sucking in a breath. She could do this. She had to do this.She opened her laptop and quickly booked the earliest flight. ***A few Days Later The airport was a chaotic blur of movement, people rushing to their gates, flight announcements echoing over the intercom, and the distant hum of luggage wheels rolling across polished floors.Elena clutched the strap of her duffel bag, her knuckles white. She had made it this far. She just had to get through security, board the plane, and she’d be gone. Safe.She pulled the hoodie over her head, keeping her face low as she walked through
Elena's head pounded as she slowly drifted into consciousness. A dull ache spread through her limbs, her body stiff from an unnatural sleep. The scent of expensive cologne and aged wood filled her nostrils, the air thick with familiarity, a scent from her past.Her eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of golden chandeliers hanging from a high ceiling. The room was large, its walls adorned with intricate moldings, oil paintings, and rich mahogany furniture. The faint hum of classical music played from a speaker system, so soft it was almost a whisper.Where am I?Panic gripped her chest as she pushed herself upright. A silk duvet pooled around her waist, the mattress beneath her unnervingly comfortable.This wasn’t a hotel. This wasn’t an abandoned warehouse like in some crime movie.This was a home.A very familiar home.Realization hit her like a cold slap.Her father’s estate.Elena's breath hitched. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet sinkin
Her father turned slightly, still unaware that she was listening. “Make sure the house is clear. No mistakes this time.”Her chest tightened.No mistakes this time?She barely swallowed the gasp that threatened to slip out.They were going to blow up Ethan’s house.Tonight.Her entire body locked up as fear surged through her veins.Ethan had no idea.And if she didn’t do something, he would be dead before morning.She forced herself to breathe evenly, to stay calm, but every instinct inside her was screaming.She had to get out.Now.She glanced at Vincent, who was still on the phone, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside her.Elena turned slowly, her heartbeat hammering so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts.She had seconds to figure this out.And no room for mistakes.***Ethan ran a frustrated hand through his thick, dark hair as he stared at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen remained blank, no calls, no messages. Elena still hadn't re
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