LOGINAce’s POVBy midnight, ValenCorp had become a fortress.Security guards stood at every entrance. The elevators required executive clearance. The IT department had locked down the company’s internal network.And somehow, despite all that, Noah Lennox was sitting on Ace’s desk eating his expensive chocolate.Ace stared at him.“No.”Noah looked up innocently.“No what?”“Get off my desk.”“I’m investigating.”“You’re eating.”“I investigate better when I eat.”Ace pointed at the chocolate.“That costs two hundred dollars.”Noah paused.“Two hundred dollars for chocolate?”“Imported.”“It tastes like chocolate.”Ace sighed.“This is why I don’t let you near my finances.”Noah smiled.“This is why you’re boring.”Ace turned toward the enormous windows overlooking the city.For the first time in years, the view didn’t make him feel powerful.It made him feel watched.Someone had accessed confidential company information.Someone had leaked private photographs.Someone had manipulated the m
The morning after the gala felt worse than the scandal itself.Ace Rotherwell woke to thirty-seven missed calls.He stared at his phone from the comfort of his expensive bed, one arm hanging over the edge.“Thirty-seven,” he muttered.His assistant had called twelve times.His publicist had called nine.His mother had called four.And Noah?Nothing.Ace sat upright immediately.Nothing.No angry message.No sarcastic insult.No dramatic paragraph beginning with Congratulations, you absolute idiot.Just silence.And somehow, that terrified Ace more than thirty-seven missed calls.“Fantastic,” he muttered. “I’ve finally achieved emotional maturity, and this is my reward.”His phone rang again.He looked at the screen.LENA — DO NOT IGNORE ME.Ace sighed.“I was enjoying my morning.”He answered.“You’re alive.”“Good morning to you too.”“Get dressed.”Ace frowned. “Excuse me?”“The board meeting starts in forty minutes.”Ace froze.“What board meeting?”There was silence.Then Lena inh
The subterranean room was illuminated solely by the flickering light of one mage’s torch. Shadows adhered to the stone walls as if they were sentient, eavesdropping. Outside, the storm lashed at the ancient manor’s roof, but within, the true turmoil was taking place.A lengthy oak table divided Aelric and Lucien, its top adorned with crimson wax seals, ornate quills, and one black scroll — the agreement. It wasn't paper. It throbbed softly, as though it were alive, connecting itself to anyone bold enough to sign it.“Once you grasp the quill, there’s no way to retreat,” Lucien remarked, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. His eyes sparkled with a desire that was not fully human.Aelric’s jaw clenched. “And what if I decline?”Lucien reclined in his seat, grinning. “Next, the Syndicate locates another mage to be by my side… and you’ll spend your life on the run.” “You're skilled, Aelric… but nobody can run indefinitely.”The atmosphere became heavy enchanted, ominous, and oppressive
The city never sleeps, rather do they have appetite for conflict.Ace Stone stood in front of the mirror in his penthouse, without a shirt, holding his phone firmly. His jaw tightened as the steady stream of notifications lit up the screen—Twitter, Reddit, gossip websites. One post after another. Images. Clippings. Headings. “Billionaire Heir Discovered in Bed with Political Heir.” “Noah Langston! Notable Celebrity or Relationship Breaker,which one?”His stomach tied up,but he couldn't determine whether it was from guilt,fear or rage.“Damn,” Ace grumbled, tossing the phone onto the bed. It bounced off a silk cushion, unscathed opposite to his reputation.A sound at the door caught him off guard.Noah.He opened it. The person accountable for it was a mess hair hidden under a hoodie, sunglasses on, and his lips tightly pressed."Did you catch it?" Noah asked.“Was I there to see it?” Ace hissed quietly, pulling him inside. “The whole damn world saw it.”“I said we should have used a
The skyline of the city was glistening with the heaviness of the twilight approaching closer to the day. Looking from the skyscraper From where the uppermost level of Van Eden Enterprises, a glass edifices reaching towards the stars, the world appeared subdued controlled. Yet within the CEO's exclusive suite, authority was rapidly diminishing.Ace walked back and forth, his silk shirt partially undone, his body still humming from their intense confrontation. The atmosphere was thick with desire, aspiration, and past injuries. He could still sense Julian's lips on his neck, that sting of vengeance hidden as longing.He gazed at the bar cart situated in the corner. Whisky? Tequila? Or perhaps nothing at all because if he dulled the edges, he wouldn’t sense the fractures that Julian’s return had inflicted on his meticulously organized life.The door squeaked.Ace spun around, heart constricting. Julian strode in as if he ruled the entire skyline, as if their past had never been shattere
The office atmosphere was thick with tension and not the kind of that which HR could fix.Ace Rotherwell stamps himself against the shaded window of the executive suite, his teeth clenched and his stance stiffed, as if he would rather remove Noah than work alongside him. The city skyline stormed in the distance, but his eyes were restless."You changed the direction of the campaign without my own permission," he said, his voice was soft and heart taken.Noah, reclining on the leather sofa as though it was his own, grinned while consuming a grape. "Revised: I improved it." The original suggestion was duller than your dating adventures.“But that's the truth,” Noah replied softly, his voice shaking with a remix of guilt and shame. "I intended to despise you." I attempted, God. “Yet I felt your absence in each city, each bed, every promotional tour.”Ace’s lips lingered above his, near enough to savor the recollection. “Then why on earth did you return?”Noah's fingers wrapped around Ac
9:55 a.m. – Office of Ace Rotherwell Ace gazed at the vacant spot where Noah had been moments before. The air lingered with the subtle aroma of his cologne warm, alluring, completely recognizable.His breath was closer and heart taken His fingers trembled. It had been more than a year since he las
8:17 a.m. — Sinclair Empire Headquarters, Manhattan Ace Rotherwell faced the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his corner office on the 82nd floor, with the city extending behind him like a quiet army under his control. He wasn’t appreciating his own appearance Ace avoided vanity. He performed accuracy.







