At the upstairs study window of the Thompson estate, Benedict stood silently, the warm light of a lamp glowing behind him to create long shadows on the wooden floor. The curtains were open just enough to allow him an unobstructed view of the garden below—and of them.Eliana. His daughter. His child.And Damian Wolfe—the man who was, defying all reason, gradually turning into something more than a bodyguard.They sat under the fig tree, arms around each other, starred up at by the quiet universe. Their foreheads leaned together in a gesture that said something greater than lust or obsession. It was intimacy. Trust. Something irretrievably… real.Benedict's jaw clenched.He didn't despise the man. That would have been simpler.No, what frightened him was that he comprehended Damian. Comprehended the substance beneath the younger man's words at dinner, the promise in his stance, the armor not of brawn or medals but of restraint and discipline.Armor that Benedict had once possessed when
Evening's silence surrounded the garden in a gentle shawl.Crickets sang their lullabies, and fireflies fluttered lazily in the evening. Behind them, the large estate towered, its rooms warm with the dying embers of chandelier light.But here, they were alone.Damian and Eliana sat together on the wooden bench under the ancient fig tree, its branches above laden with stars. A gentle wind playfully tugged at the tips of her hair, and Damian reached out on instinct, touching a strand of hair behind her ear."I still don't understand they didn't evict you," Eliana breathed, half laughing, half relieved.He smiled. "They might have, if I hadn't managed to get through your father's interrogation without sweating through my shirt.""You did better than anyone would've. Saben has a tendency to scare people away before dinner even gets here."Damian laughed. "He gave it his all. I think he was a little disappointed when I didn't blink."Eliana leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm just… glad.
The sky above the estate was streaked with gold and tangerine as the sun started to set. But in the great study, the air was colder.Benedict Thompson stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, tablet in hand, furrowed brows so deep they might have been chiseled into stone. His finger scrolled over headlines, articles, even grainy photos snapped from afar."Heiress of BMX and Thompson Estates Dating Her Bodyguard?""From Power Heels to Protection: Eliana Thompson's Surprise Romance""Sabrina Ultra's Co-CEO Shakes Things Up With Secret Romance"His jaw clenched. His back stiffened. His eyes, normally serene, were piercing with storm clouds."BENEDICT?" Sabrina entered the study with her accustomed poise, breaking the silence. She had the familiar telltale look in her eyes."Is it true?" Benedict questioned without a turn.Sabrina let out a sigh, closing the door softly behind her. "Yes. It is."Benedict at last turned, his face inscrutable. "And you knew?""I suspected. And then Eliana
The following morning at Sabrina Ultra, the office hummed like a beehive on coffee. Not due to a product introduction. Not due to a celebrity partnership.But because Eliana Thompson, beautiful, elegant, and inaccessible heiress of BMX Holdings, Thompson Estates, and Sabrina Ultra herself. was rumored to be dating her stern, absurdly gorgeous bodyguard, Damian Wolfe.And everybody. Knew."Did you hear?" Natalie from Logistics whispered, inching her chair closer to the break room wall where the others were huddled like gossiping pigeons."I heard he slept over at the Thompson estate," Jamie from PR gasped. "My cousin brings fresh produce to their gates every Tuesday—he said he saw them together. Holding hands.""Not a chance," growled Leo from Creative. "I assumed he was assigned to guard her from afar—like a silent knight kind of thing.""He is," breathed Dani, marketing assistant. "But it seems he's also guarding her heart."A melodramatic oooooooh erupted, as half the office leaned
The plates were cleared. The sun had dipped behind the trees, leaving the Thompson backyard softly lit in twilight. Laughter still wafted from the living room, where Benedict and Saben were sparring over a game. But Eliana was back in the kitchen, drying off the final of the dishes with her mother.Sabrina took her time, moving slowly and purposefully. She didn't speak much at first. Just hummed a little tune while she placed a clean plate in Eliana's hands.She spoke after a long moment."So," Sabrina said, not meeting her daughter's eyes, "you love him."Eliana froze, the plate in her hand suspended halfway to the cabinet. "Yes," she breathed.Sabrina smiled weakly. "I knew.""You did?""Of course. A mother always knows when her daughter's heart has found its home."Eliana put the plate down carefully and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "It frightens me at times. How certain I am. How quickly it occurred."Sabrina stepped over to her, face warm but intent. "Love is no
"Ah," Saben said in mock seriousness, "but we left out a few. important questions."Benedict nodded and stepped forward, inspecting Damian as a man inspecting blueprints for flaws. "You don't mind, do you, Damian?"Damian set the beer aside and straightened up a bit more, Eliana leaning against him like a very grumpy, very tired human shield."Of course not, sir," Damian replied softly. "Go on."Saben sat on the railing, sipping his beer as if it were popcorn at a movie. "First things first—do you have any siblings?"Damian shook his head. "Only child.""That explains the sulking," Saben complained."Do your parents live in the area still?" Benedict asked.No, sir. I lost my mother when I was twelve. My dad is in Montana now. Retired army. We chat every now and then, but not often."Eliana's eyes gradually swiveled to Damian. She spoke softly. "You never told me about your mom."He gave her a tiny, personal smile. "You never asked."Saben blinked, the teasing forgotten for an instant.
Meanwhile, back at the Thompson compound.The chandelier above the long mahogany table sparkled beautifully, casting golden glows upon the roasted duck, truffle pasta, garden salad, and a casserole that smelled ominously like Grandma Wendy's infamous "experimental lasagna."Eliana cast a slant eye over her wine glass, nudging Damian beside her. "If Grandma gives you something out of that blue dish. just smile and tell her you're full, politely."Damian's eyebrow flickered. "Why? Is it toxic?""Not toxic. Just. not trustworthy," she drew a breath with a smile. "Last time was blueberry and tuna.""God protect us all."Next to them, Benedict Thompson, Eliana's father, cleared his throat.Everyone stagnated.He looked directly at Damian, eyes unwavering, hands together. "So, Damian, how long have you been in security?"Eliana tensed beside Damian, her fork poised halfway to her mouth.Damian did not flinch. "Twelve years. I started out in private detail for foreign diplomats. Transitioned
The late sun had slipped below the hills, sending a warm orange light over the city horizon. Nathaniel stood at the edge of the roof of his building, his hands shoved into the coat pockets. The wind pulled at his collar, but he barely felt it.He was alone. And for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn't battling it.His phone vibrated in his pocket. He slowly drew it out, heart racing at the name on the screen—Eliana.It was a picture.She sat on a porch, on Damian's lap. The sort of picture that got sent accidentally to the wrong address or perhaps. one that you'd wanted them to see. Her eyes glinted, her smile caught mid-motion. Damian gazed at her the way Nathaniel once had—like she was the focal point.Nathaniel's mouth opened, but there was nothing that came out. For a moment, he merely gazed.Then he exhaled a breath he hadn't known he was holding."It's time," he breathed.He did not delete the picture. He didn't block her. He simply… closed the message and stuck t
Nathaniel Harper sat on the edge of his bed, with his feet bare, elbows on his knees. His penthouse was still, dark, and abnormally chilly. The curtains were half closed, admitting the soft blue twilight from the skyline, but he no longer saw the view. Not since Eliana.The business conference had concluded. The world had applauded, toasted, and networked. Everyone had left with deals and contacts.But not him.He had taken a lesson with him. One he learned too late.Love doesn't wait.He took a long breath, gazing at the floor as if it would provide him with answers. On the bedside table rested the watch Eliana had once given him—a clean, elegant model inscribed on the back with a quote: "Time reveals what words cannot."How ironic.Time hadn't revealed anything. It had simply… slipped through his fingers.He rose slowly, moving across the room to pour himself a glass of bourbon. The apartment rang with every step. The quiet no longer seemed peaceful—it felt like absence.He walked o