Ethan
The morning light filtered through the floor to ceiling windows, casting soft, golden streaks across the walls.
My body felt heavier than usual, the familiar ache in my legs, those useless, lifeless limbs was a dull reminder of everything I’d lost.
My headache, and for just a second I forgot why.
The train wreck of memories from last night came rushing at me and I frowned.
The nightmares. The thrashing. The whispered voice.
Amelia. She'd been here last night.
I swung around and there she was, seated in a chair by the side of my bed.
Her legs were crossed, and her arms were flat against her thighs, her fingertips absentmindedly batting against the edge of her blouse.
Her hair, the soft chestnut brown with hints of auburn was pulled into a low ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face.
She wasn’t wearing makeup, and yet her high cheekbones and wide, almond shaped eyes made her look effortlessly composed.
She had that understated look of beauty that stopped ordinary women, and made people glance twice, without being conscious of the reason.
I hated that I noticed it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, my voice raspy from sleep.
She startled, her eyes snapping to mine. “You were shouting,” she said cautiously. “I thought you were in pain.”
I propped myself up, ignoring the prickle in my shoulders. “I don’t need your pity, and you were meant to leave.”
She arched an eyebrow, and I could not help but notice, something I didn't quite recognize flashing in her hazel eyes. “I wasn’t pitying you. I was trying to help.”
Again, I hated that I noticed such things about her.
“Don’t,” I snapped, cutting her off. “You don’t know me, and you don’t belong here. So stop pretending you care.”
Her jaw tightened, the color rising in her cheeks. “Perhaps if you weren't so driven to push everyone away, you'd realize that not everybody is coming out to harm you. It's my job to take care of you in any way I can. It said so in the contract.”
I clenched my fists, the sheets bunching beneath my hands. “Get out.”
She didn’t move.
“I said, get out,” I repeated, my voice colder than the steel of my chair’s frame.
For a fleeting second I considered she might get into some kind of argument, but she didn't.
Instead, she got up and walked over, straightening out her tailored blouse. She was a tall woman, at least five feet seven and moved with a cool self assurance that annoyed me.
“I’m always here, in case you change your mind and admit that you need help," she intoned, her voice now much lower, "I'm here.”
I barked out a humorless laugh. “Save your therapy tricks for someone else, Amelia.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and without another word, she walked out, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the room.
The rest of the morning passed in a haze of irritation.
I rolled myself into the study room, over and over again replaying my meeting with Amelia in my head, even though I didn't want to.
Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.
Why did I have to prove anything to anyone? Much less than men I'd employed in my own company?
I hated that she’d seen me like that, weak, vulnerable, pathetic.
The accident had taken everything from me, and what I definitely did not want was somebody like her trying to glue me back together.
However, no matter how much I wanted to forget, I just couldn't stop seeing her sitting there, her face dreamy with worry. It was infuriating.
A quick bang on the door brought me back into the present.
“Come in,” I said tersely.
The door swung open, and my stomach dropped as Veronica strolled in, her blood red heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
She always dazzled, dressed to kill.
She wore a seamed tight, black dress that hugged her slim body, her shining golden mane flowing down over her back in dramatic waves.
Her emerald green eyes glinted, a blend of amused disbelief..
“Morning, Ethan,” she murmured, and her mouth purred into a catlike grin.
“What's the matter, Veronica?” I answered, even toned.
She pouted, sauntering over to the desk and perching on the edge like she owned the place. “Is that any way to greet your stepmom?”
I snorted. “My father's mistress. You will never be more than that to me.”
Her smile didn’t falter. “Details, darling. But I didn’t come here to argue. I came to meet your new... houseguest.”
My gut twisted. “Leave her out of this.”
Veronica arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Why so defensive? From what I hear, she’s quite the good Samaritan, by accepting to marry a crippled man and playing the doting wife.”
I clenched my jaw. “She’s here to fulfill a role, nothing more.”
“Is that what you’ve told yourself?” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “Face it, Ethan. She doesn’t belong in your world. When she understands that, well, she'll be gone, and you'll still lose the company. It really doesn't matter what you do. When will you understand this, Son?”
I crept toward her, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Stay out of my business, Veronica. You can't just come in here and make demands, besides my father may be many things but one thing he knows how to do well is cut off leeches from his wealth.”
“I will never let you get the company, Veronica. Not while I'm still alive.”
Her smile stretched, but a menacing look was present in her eyes. “Oh, Ethan, you should know by now that I always get what I want. Especially from him.”
Then she got from the desk and walked toward the door, stopped, turned and looked back over her shoulder.
“You should watch your little therapist,” she said lightly. “She might be more trouble than she’s worth.”
The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with her parting words.
I hated Veronica and even more, I hated my father for
marrying her.
There was only one thing she wanted. My company.
And I'd be damned if she ever got her hands on it.
Amelia“You’re not even trying,” I complained, folding my arms across my chest as I stood a few feet away from Ethan in his private gym.State-of-the-art equipment remained there, shining in the fluorescent lights, clean and unworn. Ethan sat in his wheelchair, glaring at me like I’d just insulted his very existence. His dark eyes, framed by thick lashes, burned with barely restrained irritation.“Trying won’t change the fact that my legs don’t work, " he bit out, his deep baritone voice laced with anger.His jaw tensed, and the scar on his temple, partially concealed by a neat, jetblack hairline, appeared to be visible as he tensed.I held my breath, not letting my anger and frustration get out. Why was everything hard with this man? We've been at this for an hour now.“This isn’t about whether your legs work right now. It’s about building strength, even if it’s incremental. Progress starts somewhere, Ethan.”He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that brought joy. It was bitt
EthanThe boardroom was stifling, and it felt like going to the hangman.I wheeled myself to the head of the table, forcing myself to sit taller, to exude the power that my body no longer carried. The polished mahogany table mirrored the faces on the board members' chair who stared at me and Veronica in the manner of vultures circling a wounded animal.Fuck this. I cursed under my breath. Veronica sat smugly near the other end, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the table. She wore a sharp crimson dress, the kind designed to command attention, and her green eyes gleamed with calculated malice.“Ethan”, she began, her voice syrupy sweet, “We’re all here because we care deeply about the future of Steele Enterprises. But we have to face reality, leadership requires certain... capabilities.”She glanced at my legs and smiled. I held my fists beneath the table, trying, unsuccessfully, to maintain composure. “I can't be doubted, Veronica," I told her, in a deadpan manner. X
AmeliaThe moment I stepped into my room, I leaned against the door, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. My fingers pressed against my lips, as if trying to erase—or maybe preserve—the memory of Ethan's kiss.Why was I trying to do that? I wondered.What was that? The sound of my heart going wild in my chest as I replayed the moment in my mind. His lips firm, and demanding, had caught me so out of guard. For one second, I'd kissed him back, forgetting everything-the terms of our marriage, therapy, the reason I was even here.But why had he kissed me? Impulse? Frustration? Or worse, was it part of this whole act, this elaborate farce we were playing for the world?I shook my head, trying to push the questions away. They were dangerous. They had no place in this arrangement, and I couldn't afford to let them fester.Sliding off my heels, I padded over to the window and pulled the curtains back. The Steele estate stretched beneath the moonlight, so vast it was bot
Ethan"You call that progress?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, echoing in the therapy room.Amelia froze mid-step, the resistance band in her hand trembling slightly. Her normally calm expression faltered, and I caught a flicker of something behind her eyes-doubt, or maybe fear.She slowly blew out her breath, setting the band neatly on the table while turning to face me. "Progress doesn't happen overnight, Ethan. You know that.""What I know," I snapped, clamping the armrests of my wheelchair, "is that you've been distracted all morning. If you're not focused, how the hell am I supposed to be?"Her lips parted as if to retort, but then she closed them, shaking her head. "This isn't about me.""Isn't it?" I challenged, wheeling closer. "You've been lost in your thoughts all session. If you're not up for this, just say it. I don't need half-hearted attempts to fix what can't be fixed.”Amelia's eyes flashed then, the mask cracking for a split second. "Don't you dare try put
AmeliaThe ringtone pierced the stillness of the morning, pulling me from a restless sleep. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, blinking at the screen. The hospital's number flashed across it, sending a chill down my spine.My heart thudded as I swiped to answer. "Hello?""Mrs. Steele?" A voice on the other end asked, hesitant but polite.Yes, this is she," I said, sitting up. My fingers tightened around the phone. "Is everything okay?"The pause that followed felt like a knife poised over my chest."It's about your mother," the voice finally said. "We've been trying to reach you regarding her payments.""My mother's payments?" I repeated, my stomach sinking. "There must be a mistake. Everything's supposed to be taken care of."We understand, ma'am, but the last two installments haven't been processed. If this isn't resolved soon, we may have to reevaluate her stay here.""What?" My voice rose. "No, no, that can't happen. She needs that care! I'll sort it out today.""Thank you,
Ethan“Really?” I arched an eyebrow, while I stared up at Amelia.Amelia sat opposite me, her notebook on her lap. Her calm eyes met mine, yet I knew she was hesitating, weighing up whether to say something or not, allowing the silence to do the talking."Is this how it's going to be?" I asked, my voice cutting through the stillness.She cocked her head; her brows furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?""You sitting there staring at me like I'm some sort of science experiment."Her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not staring, Ethan. I'm waiting.""Waiting for what?""For you to let me in," she said so softly, without judgment.I laughed, the bitter sound echoing in the room. "Let you in? That's rich. The last time I let someone in, it cost me everything."Amelia didn't bat an eyelash. She leaned forward, setting her elbows on her knees. "Maybe that's exactly why you need to try again. Because holding everything in isn't helping you."I rolled my chair closer to the window, staring
AmeliaThe hallway outside Ethan's office was quieter than usual. My shoes clattered on the marble floor as I made my way to the front entrance, eager to escape the heaviness of today's session. Ethan's news about Ryan still lingered in my mind—a heavy, oppressive grief that I couldn't shake.I moved towards the door handle when I was stopped by a voice."Leaving so soon?"I met Jared's eyes from across the room, where he leaned on the wall with arms crossed behind him, blue eyes fixed on mine. I smiled tightly. "Yup, long day. Ethan—""Yeah," he cut in, moving back from the wall. "I saw."I stiffened my shoulders. "You saw what?"His eyes softened, but it didn't ease tension in my stomach. "You and Ethan. I arrived at an inopportune moment, didn't I?"Heat rushed up my neck. "It was professional," I replied quickly. "Nothing more."Stepping forward, he stepped onto tiles in his shiny shoes. "You don't have to explain." His lips curled in an ugly smile. "I simply didn't expect to feel
(Ethan POV) The door slamming behind me echoed down the hallway as I wheeled my chair into my bedroom. Awave of rage washed through me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I should have just left it alone, I should have left that accursed photograph alone, and let her deal with whatever curiosity she had aroused.No, she had seen it. She had seen him. Ryan. One boundary I had been afraid all along that he would cross.My brother's smiling face haunted my mind every day, but the eyes of another—above all, Amelia's—made the weight of that guilt absolutely unbearable.She is confused.I reached my door, grasping the handle firmly in my hand and pushing it open with resolve. My chair's wheels stalled momentarily on the carpet before rolling free, pulling me deeper into the surrounding darkness.I closed my door behind me and leaned forward again, resting my elbows on my thighs. Shallow, rapid breaths spilled from my lips as I struggled to compose myself.Why was she so infuri
Amelia's Pov I rose to the sweet, earthy scent of coffee wafting down the corridor, a warm embrace enfolding me. I let myself linger in bed for an instant, enjoying the stillness as the aroma crept onto my lips in the form of a soft smile.It was calming, comforting—one of life's small pleasures I used to take for granted in my old life, but now presented to me, it felt so indulgent.I fell out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, still wiping the slumber from my eyes. The sun streamed through the windows, lighting the room in warm, glowing light, and there at the counter sat Ethan. His wheelchair was positioned in front of him with perfect precision, a tray on his lap, and a mischievous crinkle at the corner of his mouth.“Good morning,” he whispered, his voice soft and low. “I made breakfast.”I stared in disbelief. "You didn't."He gestured proudly at the tray. "Scrambled eggs, toast, and a bit of bacon that may be a bit overcooked. Don't examine it too closely, please; I had to
(Amelia, First Person, Past Tense)The house felt heavier without him.His silence bore down on me like heavy mist that clung to my chest as I went by his empty room.I was awake. Not quite. I'd spent the day at the hospital after the surgery, but the physicians had released me to rest while he recovered. Rest—a harsh word.I sat in front of my vanity, brushing my hair with slow, rhythmic strokes, looking at my reflection but not seeing it. My thoughts wandered repeatedly to Ethan, who lay in that sterile hospital bed, as white as a ghost, lips parched, hand bound tightly where Veronica had cut him.He had rescued me. With his body. And before he lost consciousness, he told me that he loved me. That he didn't need a contract anymore. That he needed me.I should have agreed.I should've yelled it.But I had frozen. And now I had no idea what that silence cost.I sighed, pinning on the brush when some aspect induced hairs on my neck to bristle.A shadow. Movement. I turned to face the d
(Ethan's Pov)Time stood still the instant Veronica charged."Amelia, return!" I cried, trying to propel the wheels on my chair to move more quickly.She was frozen stiff, unable to move, inches from the thin strip of metal that was hidden in Veronica's jacket. The knife glinted in fluorescent light, gliding through air with lethal precision. My heart seemed to be working overtime.Without hesitation, I pushed ahead. A stinging, burning agony ran down my back as I forced my legs to support more weight than their unaccustomed frames could bear. But I showed no weakness.Amelia let out an anguished cry. I caught her in time, shoving her back. At that moment, searing agony pierced my wrist. Hot blood gushed out in an instant. My breath stuck in my constricted throat.Rather, the blade had found me.“Ethan!” Amelia fell to her knees next to him, seizing his wrist in alarm. “You’re bleeding—God, you’re bleeding!”I gritted my teeth, doing my best to keep my pain from blinding my eyes. “I’m
– Amelia's Pov I hadn't told Ethan about the kiss.Not because I was confused, not because I was covering for Jared. I wasn't. Jared's behavior was inappropriate and uncalled for. But I didn't want to sabotage what Ethan and I had started to develop, not when he was finally being open with me. Not when he was working so hard.I avoided Jared. I avoided him in messages. I avoided letting our paths cross. I went so far as to switch where I ate lunch, just to be safe. But still, I couldn’t shake this nagging sensation that he was still there. Watching.I tried to brush it aside as I strode down the hallway of the hospital. The walls were too white, the lighting too harsh. My clothes carried with them a faint whiff of the disinfectant. My feet felt leaden as I went towards my mother's door, and I inhaled before entering.She slept, her face tilted to one side, an oxygen tube resting across her cheek. Her face was more gaunt than I remembered. Fragile. I sat next to her, watching her ches
Ethan's POV"Are you sure about this?" Amelia asked softly, clenching the folder in her fingers as if it could possibly burn them."Because you told me Veronica was being quiet, I've been observing it more," I whispered. "She's quieter than that woman is when she's cooking breakfast."She threw a furtive look around the office hallway before softly pushing the door. We both entered the boardroom.I moved my chair to the front of the table. "Close the door and lock it," I said.She did.With a determined motion, she pushed the folder in my direction. “I found these in finance's archive files—three levels down from the main server backups.”I opened it.A silence fell over the room as I read page after page of forged documents. Money transfers. Shell companies. Deals with suppliers who were nothing more than imaginary."She's been withdrawing small amounts from the money," Amelia whispered. "Just enough not to arouse suspicion.""Who approved these approvals?"It might not suit your ta
Amelia's PovI stood in her hospital room, cradling this sheaf of white lilies in my hands too tightly. I was hit by the acrid smell typical in hospitals first, followed by the gentle humming of machines, before I spotted her—my mother—lying still between too many pillows. Her face was whiter than usual. Her hair that she so lovingly styled was flat on her face and disheveled. A nurse nodded courteously at me before she quietly disappeared, leaving us alone."Hello, Mum," I whispered, trying to keep my tone even as I set down the flowers on the window.She lay still. Her eyes were closed, but even though machines told me she was still alive, it still unsettled me that she appeared so vulnerable. As if she could disappear in an instant if I blinked.I sat next to her bed, holding her hand in mine and curling my fingers over her own. She didn't squeeze back. She never did now."I've been all right," I answered quietly, gazing at her face. "I'm doing my best. The job's been tough. Ethan
Ethan's Pov"You're ignoring me."“I'm not.”"You're. You've not even glanced at me all morning.""I'm simply exhausted, Ethan."“No. You're angry.”“I’m not—”“Talk to me, Amelia.”She stood by the hall window, arms across her chest, attempting to look outside at the garden. I wheeled in towards her, making sure to narrow the distance between us to make her look at me."Was this troubling last night?" I asked, trailing a finger up her legs. “Did you hate it when I touched you?”"No," she answered too rapidly.“Do You regret it.”“I never mentioned that.”"Yes, you do.""Don't!" she snapped, drawing in sharply to face me. "Ethan. Can you not automatically assume for one second?""Now assist me here. I don't read minds, damn it!"She glared at me for an instant, her jaw clenched. "Somebody threatened my mother."I stiffened. "What”“I was awakened by an incoming message. In the dead of night.”"Why didn't you wake me?"“I had not wanted to distract you.”"You're living in my home."“An
“I didn’t expect you to stay,” Ethan said, voice low as the faint morning light crept into the room.“I didn’t expect you to ask me,” I replied, fingers drawing idle circles on his chest..He made a soft noise, a tune that hovered halfway between a sigh and laughter. “You're making it sound like I don't have one.”"I think so," I answered. "You've just stashed it away somewhere in here."“Maybe I did.” His hand shifted slightly, brushing mine. “Last night… I didn’t plan it.”Neither did I.He was quiet for a while. I didn't pressure him to talk. I knew that silence from Ethan wasn't nothing; it was his defense."I keep thinking about Ryan every day," he eventually admitted.I blinked. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard his name. But it was the first time Ethan had brought him up voluntarily."What's been on your mind?" I asked quietly."That I should be the one to die," he went on, his tone unshakeable. "He had such a promising future ahead. I was responsible for all of the unrest."“
Ethan's pov"Your request has been approved by the board, Mr. Blackwood," she informed me when she came into my office. "The signed forms are on your desk."I didn't even look up from the computer. "Anything else?"She paused. "The office in Tokyo requested a final confirmation prior to proceeding. They need your authorization by tomorrow.""Carry on. I'll take care of that later." I was brusque and curt in attitude. I should have been relieved at last that finally the day was over, but only tension brewed in my gut. Rather, tension ran through my veins. I needed to get home. Not home, I reminded myself—home to her. Amelia.It was a jarring realization. I exhaled a deep sigh, rubbing my temples. When had I ever needed comfort from a human being? When had I wanted her around after a bad day? I needed to shake this, and fast."I'm going to leave now. Reschedule any further calls," I replied, rising from my chair.My assistant blinked but gave a consenting nod. "Yes, sir."I remember ste