“My mother and your father…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “They were lovers.”Elena’s breath hitched.Ethan’s gaze never left hers. “And that was the beginning.”The car was silent except for the faint hum of the engine. Elena barely breathed. The words settled heavily between them, reshaping everything she thought she knew.“That’s impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head. “My father loved my mother. He would never…”Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “He did. But before her, there was my mother. Victoria Lawson.”Elena flinched at the name. She had heard of Victoria before, a brilliant, ruthless businesswoman who had built an empire beside her husband.But no one had ever spoken of a connection between her and Vincent Blake.She swallowed hard. “You’re lying.”Ethan turned to face her fully, his blue-gray eyes stormy. “I wish I were.”His words sent a chill down her spine. She had known Ethan to be harsh, even cold, but she had never seen him like this, stripped of all pr
“I have to hear it from him,” she whispered.Ethan’s gaze darkened. “And what if you don’t like the answer?”Elena’s pulse pounded in her ears.Then I’ll have to decide what kind of daughter I really am.The hum of the car’s engine filled the tense silence between them. Elena's hands trembled slightly as she pressed them against her lap, her mind spinning with Ethan’s accusations. She didn’t want to believe him, but his certainty rattled her.Her father murdered a woman he claimed to love? All because she was winning? It wasn’t possible.Yet, the file she once found in his office, the way he had hidden it, and the fact that he had been at the scene of Ethan’s parents’ deaths, all painted a picture she wasn’t ready to see.Ethan, still gripping the wheel, exhaled through his nose. “You don't have to let that worry you.”Elena’s eyes snapped to him, her pulse hammering.“He’s my father,” she whispered, shaking her head. “How do you expect that not to worry me?”Ethan slammed his palm
Elena clenched her fists. "Why did you kill his parents?”The words rang through the study, heavy and unforgiving.Vincent paused, the glass halfway to his lips. For a brief second, his expression darkened, but he quickly masked it with a knowing smile."Ah," he said, setting the glass down. "So that’s what this is about."She held her ground, refusing to let her pulse betray her. "Tell me the truth."Vincent exhaled slowly, stepping closer until he was only inches away. "The truth," he murmured, his voice eerily calm, "is that you’ve been getting involved in what you should not, my dear."He leaned in, his breath cold against her cheek. "And now, you have a choice to make."Elena’s stomach twisted."Come home, where you belong," Vincent continued, stepping back. "Or someone you love will suffer."“Dad, you don't get to touch anyone close to me.”“By now, you should know I hate betrayers based on whatever Ethan told you. You can't leave me and expect me to do the same”Her breath caug
“It’s a setup!” Liam shouted, ducking behind a metal crate as bullets tore through the air.Vincent’s men had been waiting.Shadows moved through the darkness, figures clad in black, weapons trained on them. They were surrounded.Ethan’s team fought back with lethal precision. Bullets tore through the air, the muzzle flashes illuminating the chaos. Ethan moved like a force of nature, swift, calculated, and deadly.Elena pressed against the crate, trying to steady her breath. Adrenaline surged through her veins, but she refused to let fear take over. Not now.A figure lunged at her from the side.She spun, her instincts kicking in. The man was tall, and broad-shouldered, his face twisted in a sneer.“Little girls shouldn’t play with guns,” he taunted, reaching for her.She didn’t hesitate.She stepped forward, swinging the butt of her gun into his jaw. He stumbled back with a grunt, but he wasn’t down.He lunged again.Elena ducked, twisted, and drove her knee into his stomach. He wh
Elena had been running on fumes for days, her body worn down from stress, exhaustion, and the fear clawing at her heart. She had refused to leave Ethan’s bedside, watching over him as if her sheer willpower alone could keep him alive.She wasn’t sure when sleep had finally claimed her, but the sound that yanked her awake wasn’t from a nightmare, it was real.A low groan.Her eyes snapped open.For a second, she thought she had imagined it. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across Ethan’s face. His features were still, his breathing steady. But then, his fingers twitched.Her heart slammed against her ribs.“Ethan?” she whispered, barely able to breathe.Nothing.Then, his brows furrowed, a slight crease forming between them. His lips parted, and another low, pained sound escaped.Elena shot upright, gripping his wrist. “Ethan! Can you hear me?”This time, his reaction was clearer. A sharp inhale, his lashes fluttering against his pale skin, then blue eyes.Pierc
Then, in a voice so cold it sent a shiver down her spine, he said, “Until I know the truth, you’re not leaving this penthouse.”Elena’s breath caught.She was trapped.***Elena sat on the edge of the sleek gray couch, staring at her phone as if it held the answers to all the chaos unraveling around her. The penthouse was silent, save for the distant hum of traffic beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Ethan had locked her inside, stripping her of any means of leaving, but her mind raced with questions that refused to be ignored.Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, twisting facts, planting doubts, and making her look like the enemy in Ethan’s eyes. The problem was, she didn’t know who.Her fingers hovered over the screen before she made a decision. Scrolling through her contacts, she found the name BrianBrian wasn’t just any contact. He was one of her father’s longest-serving men, someone who had once helped her out of dangerous situations when she was younger. Unlike he
Then, without warningHe kissed her.Elena gasped as Ethan’s lips crashed against hers. It wasn’t soft or hesitant, it was raw, desperate, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. He kissed her like a man who had been fighting against this moment for too long and had finally lost the battle.She should have resisted. She should have shoved him away and screamed at him for keeping her trapped like a caged animal. But when his hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, all logic shattered.She melted into him.The kiss was punishing, demanding, and yet, God help her, it was exactly what she had craved.His hand slid down her back, pulling her flush against him, and she felt the rigid strength of his body, the tension coiled inside him like a tightly wound spring.Ethan was fire and fury, a storm that refused to be tamed, and right now, she was caught in the eye of it.A sound escaped her throat, part frustration, part surrender. She gripped his shirt, fisting the fabri
She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking the doorway. “What do you want?”Ethan took her in, her sharp brown eyes burning with fury, her shoulders tense, lips pressed into a thin line. Even in anger, she was breathtaking, but he barely had time to appreciate it before she moved to slam the door in his face.His hand shot out, catching it just in time. “Elena, wait.”Her laugh was bitter. “Wait? Like how you waited to actually believe me?”Ethan’s stomach twisted. “I was wrong.”She scoffed, stepping back, arms still folded defensively. “And what, you’re here now to make it all better? Because you suddenly realized you were wrong?”Ethan let out a breath. “I should have trusted you.”She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “But you didn’t.”Silence hung between them, thick with unsaid words.“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Ethan admitted, his voice quieter now. “But I need you to know that I…”“You what? You never trusted me, Ethan. You said you could never tr
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