MasukAurelia’s POVJulien spent the night at my place.Having him here, his scent still lingering in the sheets, his voice in my kitchen, made the world feel less cruel, even if just for a night.The next morning, we got ready for work together. He now had two full sets of work clothes hanging in my wardrobe, a quiet symbol that he belonged here too, even if we didn’t say it out loud.We had bacon and eggs for breakfast, the simple kind that felt like home. He poured me coffee, I buttered his toast. Little, ordinary rituals that suddenly meant everything.When we left, I drove ahead of him. It was strange, comforting even, seeing his car in my rearview mirror, following me through traffic.Once we got to the company, he parked beside me. Before I could even step out, he tugged me gently by the wrist, pulling me closer. His lips brushed mine in a quick, reckless kiss.“Julien!” I whispered, pushing him lightly away, scanning around. “Someone might see us.”He just chuckled and walked off li
Aurelia’s POVI swallowed the anger rising in my chest and forced myself to keep a steady breath as I drove to work. The steering wheel was slick under my palms, either from nerves or fury, I wasn’t sure which.The moment I pulled into the parking lot, fate decided to play its cruelest joke. Isolde’s sleek black car glided in right beside mine. Perfect. Of course.I inhaled sharply and grabbed my bag, heels clicking against the pavement like bullets against stone. I refused to look her way.But I could hear her, those hurried, taunting footsteps, rushing to catch up.By the time I got to the elevator, she was right beside me. I stared straight ahead, focusing on the red numbers ticking upward, praying she’d keep her mouth shut.She didn’t.“Julien is such a good kisser, you know that?” she said sweetly.Her voice sliced through the silence like a blade dipped in honey.I turned my head slowly, just in time to see that smirk, the one that could curdle blood and ruin mornings. The eleva
Julien’s POV After telling my parents I’d accepted the decision, they were delighted, especially my mother. She finally got what she wanted. I couldn’t sack Mr. Brooke outright; the man had done nothing wrong. But Isolde was relentless. She wanted the title of financial manager, and she wanted it publicly. So I transferred Brooke to Blackveil, where the former manager had just been dismissed for embezzlement. When I introduced Isolde to the staff, a faint pang of guilt cut through me. Aurelia was there, sitting quietly, eyes unreadable, calm in a way that made me feel anything but. She didn’t say a word. And somehow, that silence hit harder than anger ever could. After work, Isolde walked into my office without knocking, her perfume arriving before her voice. “I suppose you people do a welcoming dinner for new staff?” she asked, smiling like she already knew the answer. “Yes,” I said, not looking up from my desk. “You can have the dinner with your team members.” She sc
Aurelia’s POVJulien cleared his throat, voice steady but sharp enough to slice through the air.“I called this impromptu meeting because there’s been a major change,” he announced. “We have a new financial manager.”He didn’t even glance my way before she stepped forward, heels clicking, perfume cutting through the tension like poison dressed in silk.“Yes,” she said, lips curling into a smug smile. “My name is Isolde Cyrus. I’m his…”Julien I interrupted her. “Because she just got into office, I ask that you all please cooperate with her.”She let out a soft scoff. “As if they have a choice.”A hush fell. No one dared breathe.“That will be all for now,” Julien said curtly. “You’re dismissed.”He was the first to walk out. She followed behind him, and just before she stepped through the door, her eyes found mine.A spark. Recognition. I tilted my head slightly and gave a knowing smirk. Of course she knew me.After they left, the rest trickled out in uneasy silence. Cassia and I were
Aurelia’s POVAfter Julien left, I sat on the couch staring at the space he’d just occupied, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the air. After Oliver went to bed I called Cassia.The moment she picked up, I didn’t even finish explaining before she exploded.“Aurelia, are you out of your mind?!” she yelled so loud I had to pull the phone from my ear.“Cassia, please, I swear I hate all of this.” My voice cracked. “But you know he came through for me when no one else did. I don't even want to imagine how much he had to spend to clean that up.”She went quiet for a moment, then sighed. “You’re right. Plus Julien isn’t the kind to make rash decisions. He must’ve had sleepless nights trying to fix this mess.”“Exactly.” My fingers twisted the edge of the bedsheet. “I hate that I’m the reason he’s even considering this ridiculous plan.”“Aure, stop it. You didn’t ask for this. You know one idiot started all of this.” Her tone softened. “Wait, there’s still no trace of who did
Aurelia’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t even speak. My throat went dry, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.“I don’t…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me explain it to you.”His tone was steady but heavy, like every word cost him something.“I could sell off the company now, but if I do, the market will devour me,” he said, his jaw tightening. “We’re at a disadvantage. The stock’s plummeting, any sale right now will go below value. After paying debts, settlements, employee compensation… I’d lose everything.”I tried to nod, but my mind was spinning. I didn’t understand half of what he was saying, all I heard was lose everything.“The woman in question,” he continued, his voice lower, “her family owns the largest shares in the company after mine. They’re old money, Aurelia, one of the top five conglomerates in the city. If I align with them, even temporarily, the market will react. The stocks will rise again, investors will relax, and I’ll have time to pull out







