LOGIN~ Ethan ~
The glass shattered before I could even wrap my head around what was happening. "Get down, sir!" Daniel, my assistant, shouted as a heavy paperweight slammed against the office wall, just inches from where I stood. Chloe was in the doorway, her chest heaving, a storm of fury and heartbreak etched on her face. "You think you can just toss me aside?" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes. "After everything I gave up for you?" I jumped to my feet, my anger flaring to match hers, but deep down, I couldnât ignore the chilling reality. She was unstable, more dangerous than I had ever dared to admit. Just an hour before, I had stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my navy suit, admiring the polished image of a man in control. Now, my life felt like it was unraveling. The morning had kicked off like any other, just the way it always did. The alarm blared. I opened my eyes to the lofty ceiling of my penthouse, stretching every muscle before heading to my private gym. The spin bike thumped beneath me, sweat trickling down as my heart raced in sync with my ambition. I thrived on this routine, strength, control, power. "Fitness keeps me feeling younger, sharper⌠and downright invincible," I murmured to my reflection, a grin spreading across my face as I flexed my muscles. As I finally stepped out of the gym, Miss Lily, my housekeeper, was already hard at work in the kitchen. "Good morning, sir," she greeted me with a respectful nod. "Morning, Lily. Breakfast in fifteen, and letâs keep it light," I said, already making my way to the shower. The bathroom was my sanctuary. Steam filled the air, scented candles flickered softly, and the water poured over me, as if trying to wash away the weight of my unspoken troubles- my fractured family, the mother I lost, the father who built an empire but never really got me. By the time I emerged, the CEO mask was firmly in place. Crisp white shirt. Navy suit. Gold tie. Cartier watch. Gucci shoes. To the world, I was polished, composed, and powerful. That was the essence of Ethan Fisher: untouchable. At the dining room table, my driver, Henry, greeted me as he set down my coffee. "The car is ready, sir." "Good," I replied, eyeing the avocado toast Miss Lily had prepared. Perfect, as always. Then it was off to the office, the towering headquarters of Fisherâs Corporation. My inheritance, my battleground, my legacy. Employees straightened up as I walked in, their whispers brushing against me like shadows. Respect. Envy. Desire. I thrived on it. Daniel, my assistant, was waiting at my office door, going over my schedule. Deals, calls, board meetings. My life boiled down to bullet points. But I barely listened. My thoughts were on the empty desk outside my office. My secretary had left months ago, and Daniel still hadnât found a replacement. "You need to take care of that," I said firmly. "Yes, sir," he replied. Thatâs when the knock came. Sharp, Unexpected. Daniel swung the door open, and my heart dropped. Chloe. My ex-girlfriend, the one who had shattered me for another guy, and now she seemed stuck in the past. She walked in with a swagger, her hips swaying, and the scent of her perfume filled the room like a heavy fog. "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Oh, come on, donât act like youâre not happy to see me," she shot back with a sugary smile, but her eyes sparkled with something darker. I felt my muscles tense. She had betrayed me once, and I had worked hard to piece my life back together after that. I wasnât about to let her tear it apart again. She moved closer, her hand brushing against my chest. "Ethan, weâre meant to be together. You know that deep down." I pushed her hand away, more forcefully than I intended. "No. You made your choice. Now you have to deal with it." Her face darkened. "You really think Iâm just going to walk away? You canât just erase me like one of your failed projects." "Get out, Chloe." But instead, she lunged at me, forcing me back onto the sofa, trying to press herself against me. I grabbed her wrists, my jaw tight with anger. "Stop it. This is insane. You disgust me," I spat. Thatâs when she snapped. She grabbed the heavy glass paperweight from my desk and hurled it across the office, barely missing me. "Youâll regret this!" she screamed, before storming out and slamming the door so hard that the walls rattled. Daniel stood there, completely still, looking as pale as a ghost. I poured myself a glass, my hand shaking slightly as I lifted it to my lips. The whiskey burned its way down my throat, soothing the anger that was bubbling inside me. I had thought I was untouchable. But as I looked at the shards of glass glimmering on my office floor, I couldnât escape the truth that my past was far from finished. And deep down, I felt a strange, cold shiver: Chloe wasnât the only one making a comeback.~Helena~âNo, Helena. You have to come to this party. Youâre always backing out. You need to have some fun, girl.âOne of my colleagues leaned across the office table earlier that day, trying her best to guilt me into going.âI do have fun,â I had said, wrinkling my nose.She smirked knowingly. âYou mean sitting at home, ordering takeout, and bingeing ice cream like youâre starring in some sad drama? Please, that doesnât count.âI rolled my eyes, but she wasnât letting up. âJust come to this one. One party. If you donât like it, Iâll never bother you again. But at least give it a shot.âHer eyes widened into exaggerated puppy-dog pleading. I groaned, realizing she wasnât going to let me go without an answer.âFine!â I threw my hands up.She squealed loud enough for the whole floor to hear. âYes! Finally! Iâll send you the details. Donât even think about backing out.âAnd just like that, my fate was sealed.By the time evening rolled around, I was pacing in my room, glaring at my refle
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~Helena~ âWhy would he want me to work for him?â The question rolled off my lips in a whisper, though the silence of the finance department seemed to throw it right back at me. My voice trembled, not just from curiosity but from the growing unease that had become my shadow since I discovered my fatherâs death was no accident.Ever since the truth started trickling in, Victorâs threats, the unfinished stories, the fractured whispers about my dad, Iâd been living in a storm I wasnât ready for. Everything kept blowing up in my face faster than I could blink, and now Victor wanted me close to him. To work for him. For what? To use me? To keep tabs on me? To finish what he started with my dad?I pressed my palms against the cold metal cabinets of the file storage room. The air smelled faintly of dust and ink, as if it had been untouched for years. My knees bent, and I lowered myself onto the floor. Papers surrounded me like broken puzzle pieces waiting to be forced together.Dad⌠what we
~Ethan~ My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove away from Helenaâs street.What the hell just happened?Her face. Her closeness. The way her eyes had looked at me, unguarded, trusting, almost hopeful. I wanted to kiss her. God, Iâd nearly done it.But I couldnât.Not after Chloe. Not after Victor. Not after what betrayal had taught me.Iâd built walls for a reason. To keep this exact weakness out. Yet Helena Hart was breaking through without even trying.I cursed under my breath. She wasnât supposed to matter. She was supposed to be just my secretary. Replaceable. Forgettable.But then why did the thought of her lips haunt me? Why did the memory of her laugh follow me like a shadow?I gritted my teeth. Feelings were dangerous. She was dangerous.And yet, as I pulled into my driveway, one thought lodged itself in my mind, refusing to leave.What if Helena Hart is the one mistake I canât afford⌠and the one thing I canât resist?The next morning felt heavier than most. I w
~Helena~ I pressed my hand against my lips as I quietly closed the door to his office. Why did I say that? What was I thinking? My mind was spinning, my heart still unsteady. That was the first time I had ever seen Ethan Fisher like that. Vulnerable. Human. Not the cold, untouchable man who barked orders and carried himself like the world bent at his command. And yet⌠that fleeting glimpse shook me in a way I wasnât prepared for. He looked so raw, so unguarded. For a second, my chest tightened as though Iâd been allowed into a space no one else had seen. It frightened me, and it thrilled me. I left the office later that evening with my thoughts tangled. Instead of hailing a cab, I decided to walk home. The night air felt cooler than usual, brushing against my face, offering the relief I desperately needed. The city lights blurred, people rushed past, but all I could hear was the echo of my own thoughts. I had enough to worry about already. My father. His death. The whispers I had
~Ethan~Scenes of Helena stepping into the gathering still lingered in my head like a stubborn melody I couldnât silence. The way the dress hugged her figure, the quiet strength in her posture, the flicker of nerves in her eyes that she masked with grace. Iâd chosen that dress. At the time, I told myself it was just a professional decision, about appearances and reputation. But when I saw her walk in, radiant in a way I hadnât expected, Iâd felt something snap inside me.She looked different. Not in a bad way, never in a bad way. But in a way that unsettled me, pulled me into a place I swore Iâd never revisit. She looked like someone who belonged in my world, someone I couldnât ignore. And that terrified me.I tried to bury it, to shove the memory into a locked drawer in my mind. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again. The gleam of the emerald silk. The way her hand trembled only slightly when she took my arm. The way she stole the attention of the room without even trying







