“So, do you now believe whatever I'm here to prove?”
Elena held his gaze, her pulse drumming in her ears. She wasn’t entirely wrong. She had come to prove, to him, to her father, to herself, that she wasn’t some pawn in their war.
She wanted him to believe her so badly. That way she could peacefully do her job without trying to please him or prove anything to him.
But what unsettled her was the way Ethan looked at her.
Like he saw right through her.
Like he knew.
The music slowed, the last notes lingering in the air as they came to a stop, still locked in each other’s hold. Neither moved, neither spoke.
And then, just as the applause began around them, Ethan leaned in, his voice so low that only she could hear.
“No, I don't, Ms. Blake.”
Elena barely had a second to process his words before he released her, stepping back with that signature smirk of his.
Leaving her standing there, heart pounding, breath uneven.
And that was when she knew it would be hard to convince Ethan that she doesn't work for her father.
And she had just become his target.
Elena needed air.
She slipped out of the ballroom, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she made her way toward the balcony. The cool night air kissed her heated skin, and she inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
She shouldn’t have let Ethan get under her skin like that.
It was just a dance.
So why did it feel like something far more romantic?
The city stretched before her, lights flickering in the distance. She wrapped her arms around herself, her mind spinning with the weight of Ethan’s words, his touch, and the way he looked at her like he knew she was fighting something inside.
She hated it.
“Elena Blake.”
She stiffened. The voice was deep, edged with a quiet authority. Not Ethan.
Turning, she found herself face to face with a man she didn’t recognize. He was tall, dressed in a sharp black suit, his dark eyes unreadable.
Her pulse kicked up.
“Who are you?” she asked.
The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s not important.”
Every instinct in her body told her to be careful.
“You were watching me?” she said, keeping her voice level.
“Observing,” he corrected. “And now, I’m here to deliver a message.”
She tensed. “From who?”
The man tilted his head. “Your father.”
Vincent Blake’s reach was long. She had no doubt he had eyes on her, no matter where she went.
A chill ran down her spine. What if Ethan hears that? He would never believe her.
She squared her shoulders, masking her unease. “I don’t work for my father,” she said loudly such that anyone around could hear. “You can tell him that.”
The man chuckled. “That’s the problem, Ms. Blake. He doesn’t believe you.”
Her stomach twisted.
“He told me to tell you to stop getting involved with Ethan Calloway,” the man continued. “Walk away now, before it’s too late.”
Her fingers curled into fists.
“I don’t need you, or my father telling me what to do.”
The man’s expression didn’t change. “This isn’t a request.”
The warning hung heavy in the air.
Elena forced herself to meet his gaze, refusing to let him see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
“I don’t take orders from ghosts in the dark,” she said, stepping forward. “If my father has something to say to me, he can say it himself.”
The man studied her for a long moment before giving a slow nod.
“Suit yourself.”
And then, just like that, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Elena standing there, her heart pounding.
The night suddenly felt colder.
Vincent was watching her.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Behind her, she heard the soft creak of the glass door opening.
She didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
Ethan.
“I was wondering where you ran off to,” he said, his voice smooth as he stepped beside her.
Elena didn’t answer right away.
She was still processing and trying to decide what it meant that her father was sending people to warn her off Ethan, that Liam had confronted her earlier, and that no matter how much she tried to stay out of the war between them, she was already in too deep.
Ethan studied her.
“You look shaken.”
She scoffed, forcing a smirk. “I'm fine
He chuckled. “Of course not.”
The silence between them stretched, thick with something unspoken.
Ethan leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her skin. “Who was he?”
She knew it. He must have heard them. Elena hesitated. She could lie.
Tell him it was nothing.
But for some reason, she didn’t.
“Someone my father sent.”
Ethan’s expression darkened.
His jaw tensed, his usual smooth confidence replaced by something sharper.
Protective.
She wasn’t expecting that.
“What did he say?” Ethan asked, his voice low.
Elena met his gaze. “That I should walk away from you.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “And will you?”
She didn’t answer.
Because for the first time, she wasn’t sure.
“You want to keep me? Knowing well I'm your enemy’s daughter” she asked with sincerity in her low voice, meeting his gaze.
Ethan took a step closer, his body just a breath away from hers.
“The choice is yours. Your father can't scare me,” he murmured.
Elena smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That makes two of us.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them was thick, and charged, like a storm on the verge of breaking.
And then Ethan reached for her hand.
His fingers brushed over hers, warm, steady.
“Come back inside,” he said softly. “
Elena hesitated.
Not because she was afraid.
But because she knew the moment she took his hand, she’d be crossing a line she couldn’t uncross.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to be caught in whatever games the men were playing.
But she wasn’t sure she could walk away, either.
Slowly, deliberately, she slipped her fingers into his.
And together, they stepped back inside.
As Elena and Ethan stepped back inside, the world around them faded into a low buzz.
Every eye in the room seemed to land on them.
Some curious. Some calculating.
And some, like Vincent Blake’s spies lurking in the shadows, sharpening their gaze with suspicion.
Ethan kept Elena’s hand in his, his grip just firm enough to remind her she wasn’t alone in this. The warmth of his touch sent something unsteady through her
She couldn’t afford to feel this.
Not for him.
Not for anyone.
But the moment she tried to pull away, Ethan leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
“Stay,” he murmured, his breath teasing her skin. “Unless you want them to think you’re running scared.”
Elena stiffened,
“Was he doing this to provoke her father? If he was, she can't afford to make him think otherwise of her” she thought.
Her father’s spies were watching.
If she left now, it would look like a retreat. Like she was guilty.
She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and met Ethan’s challenge head-on.
“I'm not running away,” she whispered back.
A slow, wicked smirk played at his lips. “Good.”
And then, before she could second-guess her decision, he led her toward the dance floor again.
The orchestra swelled into a slow, seductive melody.
Couples moved in synchronized elegance, gliding across the polished floor. But the moment Ethan pulled Elena into his arms, it was as if the entire room disappeared.
His hand settled at the small of her back, his other hand capturing hers with a confidence that sent shivers up her spine.
“You don't get tired of dancing, Mr Calloway” she questioned as she moved to the rhythm of the music.
Instead of responding, Ethan spun her effortlessly, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
Elena could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the way his fingers pressed just a little firmer against her skin when she tried to put distance between them.
“Careful,” she said, her voice light but laced with warning. “People might think you’re enjoying this.”
Ethan chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent something unsteady through her.
“Let them think what they want,” he said smoothly.
Elena’s breath hitched.
For a moment, she almost forgot this was a game.
This was a dance wrapped in strategy, a move in the dangerous chess match between her father and Ethan Calloway.
But then she caught sight of the dark figures watching from the edge of the ballroom.
Her father’s men.
The reminder sent ice through her veins.
She wasn’t here to enjoy this.
She was here to prove she wasn’t her father’s pawn.
Elena tilted her head, letting her lips brush just slightly against Ethan’s cheek as she whispered, “You think you can beat my father to this game?”
Elena tilted her head, letting her lips brush just slightly against Ethan’s cheek as she whispered, “You think you can beat my father to this game?”Ethan’s grip tightened. “You tell me.”She smirked. “Let’s find out.”She definitely was going to enjoy and see how this folded. But, she would never be a part of it. Her heart beats in a way she couldn't explain. At first, she was scared of being caught in her father's game. But now it seems she wants to protect this man from her father. But why?Is it love, lust, infatuation, or pity? She can't say. But she was ready to play the game with them and win. *******Elena sat at the long conference table, her fingers laced together as she listened to the financial projections being presented. She had been at Ethan Cross’s company for three months now, and while her position as an executive assistant had given her access to sensitive reports, she had remained careful, walking the fine line between her father’s expectations, Ethan's suspic
“What did you do?” she demanded.A pause. Then, a casual, “I’d check the news if I were you.”The call ended.Elena stood frozen in the hallway, her grip tightening around the phone.She tapped open a news app.BREAKING NEWS: LOCAL WOMAN ATTACKED IN ALLEYWAY, POSSIBLE ROBBERY ATTEMPT.She scrolled down. A grainy image of the victim loaded, and Elena’s breath left her in a sharp gasp.Her aunt. Her late mother’s younger sister.A thousand emotions slammed into her at once, rage, fear, guilt.She didn’t think. She just moved.Turning on her heel, she strode towards the exit, her heart pounding so hard it hurt.But before she reached the elevator, a voice stopped her.“Elena?”She turned to see Ethan walking towards her, watching her with narrowed eyes.She hadn’t even heard him step out.Something in his expression told her he had seen her reaction, her panic, the way her entire body had gone rigid.And Ethan didn’t miss details.“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice unreadable.El
“Why do you keep asking me if I believe you?”She turned back, her heart pounding.His gaze was sharp, piercing. She swallowed hard. “Because I want you to.”Ethan’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel. “Then you haven't been proving yourself enough. What's your plan?”Elena hesitated. She didn’t have one. Because she never thought she would need a plan to work in the corporate world. But she knew one thing for sure, she wasn’t going to let her father win.She met Ethan’s gaze, steel in her voice.“I’ll figure it out.”A long beat of silence stretched between them.Then, finally, Ethan nodded. “Yeah. I think you should”Elena didn’t know what to make of that.So she got out of the car, shut the door behind her, and walked inside without looking back.But she could still feel his eyes on her.And for the first time since this whole thing started, she wondered if Ethan Calloway was the only one keeping an eye on her.He had barely pulled away from Elena Blake’s apartment when
“Is this about my father again?” she asked, finally turning to him.Her voice was softer now, the usual sharpness gone.Ethan steepled his fingers. “What do you mean?”“I mean… I think he's the only one giving you a problem.” She let out a breath, shaking her head. “ But people like him don’t take ‘no’ for an answer. So is he trying to scare you?”Ethan wanted to believe her.But Liam’s words still echoed in his head: That’s why I told you not to trust her.Before he could respond, his phone buzzed.A message.From Liam.I dug deeper. You’re not going to like to hear this on the phone. Meet me in an hour.Ethan exhaled slowly, masking the tension crawling up his spine.Good timing! He needed to discharge her“I need to step out for a meeting,” he said, standing. “You should head out.”Elena frowned. “Are you sure you are okay? Did I do something wrong?” “If only she knew she was the reason why he was like that.” he thought. “It's nothing you should be worried about, Elena,” he said
A hand grabbed her arm.She gasped, twisting in the man’s grip, ready to screamBut before she could, another figure came out of nowhere, tackling the man to the ground.The sound of fists colliding filled the tight space, the stranger grunting in pain as he tried to fight back. But the man protecting her was stronger, faster. Within seconds, the attacker was scrambling to his feet and bolting in the opposite direction.Elena pressed a trembling hand to her chest, watching as her rescuer dusted himself off. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black tactical gear. His sharp, watchful eyes met hers.“You okay, Miss Blake?”Her breath was still uneven as she nodded. “Who are you?”He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black ID card. “Caleb. Mr. Calloway sent me to keep an eye on you.”Ethan.She swallowed hard, still shaken. “And you just…. followed me home?”Caleb gave her a steady look. “I was doing my job. And right now, my job is making sure you get home safe.”Elena
"Ethan doesn't trust you; he's just using you."The words struck her like a blow. For a long moment, Elena sat frozen, the envelope clutched tightly in her hand as though it were a weapon aimed directly at her heart. Could this be true? Her mind spun in disjointed pieces, memories of late nights at the office when she had dared to dream of more than just being the daughter of a notorious crime lord, and of the subtle, caring glances from Ethan that made her wonder if there was something genuine between them.Yet now, as she read the damning note, a familiar sting of betrayal and anger welled up inside her. How could he? How could the man who had so often shielded her from the relentless storm of her father's legacy see her as nothing more than a tool?The accusation was as bitter as it was unwarranted, yet every word echoed with a cold certainty that she could not ignore.Her heart pounded in her ears as she reread the note, her vision blurring slightly with unshed tears. The evi
With a force that surprised them both, Ethan leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was at once fierce and tenderTime seemed to stop. The world around them blurred into insignificance as they clung to each other. Elena’s mind raced, a whirlpool of passion, betrayal, and confusion as she yielded to the intensity of the kiss, her heart pounding as if it might break free of her chest. For an eternity and yet only a heartbeat, they existed in that dangerous, beautiful moment.Then, as abruptly as it had begun, Elena pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “This…this is a mistake,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a cocktail of anger, regret, and something that resembled desperate hope.Ethan’s eyes searched hers, torn between regret and resolve. “It wasn’t a mistake,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. For a long, heavy moment, they stood there on her doorstep, two souls caught in the crossfire of duty and desire, trust and betrayal, each questi
“What the hell is your problem?” she snapped, stepping forward.Ethan’s gaze was unreadable. “Clarify.”She let out a humorless laugh. “You know what. You’ve been avoiding me. Ever since last night, you’ve acted like I don’t exist.”Silence.“I deserve an answer,” she pushed. “Why are you running from me?”Ethan’s jaw ticked. “I’m not running.”“Then tell me the truth.” Her voice softened, but there was steel underneath. “Was the kiss truly a mistake? You told me it wasn't and I believed you.”Ethan stood, walking toward her with slow, measured steps. When he stopped inches away, she held her breath.Then he smirked. That damn smirk. “You really want the truth?”Elena nodded.Ethan leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear. “I don’t know if I should believe you.”Her stomach dropped. “Believe me? About what?”His expression hardened. “About everything.”His words cut, but his eyes told a different story. Ethan stepped back. “Go back to work, Miss Blake.”Elena’s heart pound
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