All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Grant's POVTo begin with, at this hour, the hotel lobby seemed pretty quiet; one could hardly hear the hustle and bustle typical of a morning. Following some steps back was my assistant, Elliot, who seemed so much tied to his clipboard. All this was like a heavy weight in my chest, matching the tension in my stride, each step leading away from Lena. I did not turn back into the room, no turning around on the memories, and certainly not even to the ache I was doing everything I could to suppress.Elliot swayed slightly above the entrance before he spoke, aware that he shouldn't be much of a bother with his voice taking caution. "Are you sure you do not want to bid Lena goodbye?"I clenched my jaws tighter, the question rattling more than I would want to let on. My fingers creaked the leather handle of my suitcase under the weight of pressure. "What's the point?" I said gruffly without looking at him. "It's done. She has made her decision." Elliot took offense and held up his pace fo

Grant's POV After all, the drive to Lena's company did feel longer than it should have. Perhaps it was the tension tightening the shoulders or the whirling thoughts taking flight in my head, but it stretched endlessly as I held the steering wheel, knuckles white. The city buzzed around and went on without knowing the storm that was breaking under. Each block drew another step closer to her office that day, a reminder of the confrontation ahead.I had spent the entire night replaying the decision to come here, wondering if it was the right one. Part of me knew it wasn’t about the partnership or the company, this was about seeing her. About facing what we left unsaid.Ahead loomed the sleek glass facade of her corporate headquarters, modern design mirroring the morning sunlight. I rolled into the parking garage, my engine reverberating against the concrete walls. I parked near the elevator to compose myself for a moment before stepping out.The lobby was pristine, the type of space des

Grant's POV Lena's office propelled me into the quiet click of a door behind me. The sound reverberated in finality. The whole hall felt colder, heavier, as if the walls were soaked in the burden of the activities that had just come to pass. I walked past rows of glass offices, beyond curious glances of employees who knew better than to ask why I was there.Every stride echoed besides the sound of something being left-no, someone. Lena. The only one who ever pierced the shiny armor I wore and who could have viewed the flawed man underneath yet still chose me for a time. What remains now is distance, both physical and emotional-a chasm that she is determined to keep widening.Damien stood in the hallway near the conference room, his arms crossed, and his face set in a frown. Guard Dog was ready to pounce, and I had neither time nor the will to deal with him."Didn't take long, did it?" He sneered when he saw me approaching.I slowed my steps, fixing him with a steely glare. "If you a

Cassidy's POV As she stepped into the room, a wave of cold washed over my body, and I stood rooted in one place for a moment. The girl was walking down the aisle carrying shopping bags in her arm, an effortless elegance radiating from her casual self. She possessed an expensive coat, her hair arranged just so, and her eyes surveyed the shelves. It was as if she was in her element and this world was one where I had always belonged. How it twisted my stomach.The immediacy with which I wanted to announce my presence was almost alarming. But it was slowly, almost deliberately, that I stepped forward, and the sound of my heels echoed somewhat loudly in the cavernous hall. The manager caught a glance at me, almost in a nod, before turning my attention to Lena. Between us, I crossed and immersed myself in her details. She didn't see me, but I was willing to let the silence hold for a second longer. I could feel the poison coursing through my veins, the chill of rage I had kept bottled up

Cassidy's POVSoft, but gold at the break of dawn, the sun's rays streamed into the windows of my bedroom, not as if the outside world knew about the tempest brewing within. Outside, the birds chirped happily, but their cheer sounded so different from the gloomy thoughts invading my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers running through my hair and scraping my scalp as I burned with fury within.Lena Reynolds. That name rang bitterly in my head, like a bitter aftertaste. She was not a woman to me; to me, she was an unwanted force within my life, a wrecking ball, which had come just to ruin everything I had built for years. But she didn't know me. She didn't know how far I could go to protect mine.Almost stifling in the silence of the room, I got up and went to the window, looking out over the ground sprawling out under me. The perfect garden with trimmed hedges and glaring flowers was completely out of sync with the roar that reverberated inside me. Tapping my fingernails against