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 ~The glass doors slid open with their usual soft hiss, but the sound felt deafening to me. It was the sound of my return, the sound of stepping back into the very place that had chewed me up and spit me out, then watched as I disappeared in disgrace.I braced myself.I had told myself a hundred times I wouldnât let it break me. That Iâd walk into the building like I never left. That my head would be high, my steps firm, my eyes steady.But nothing prepared me for the stares.They landed on me the instant I crossed the threshold, heavy and sharp, like glass shards pressed against my skin. Whispers followed immediately, like shadows too fast for me to catch, but too loud for me not to hear.âShe actually came back?ââI thought sheâd have the decency to quit.ââThis girl has no shame.âThe words werenât whispers. Not really. They were bait, spoken just loud enough for me to catch, just cruel enough to sting.I forced my lips into what I hoped was a calm smile, though my heart w
~Helena~â Being home felt like pâressing pauâse on a world that wâas spiânnâing too fâaâst. The air here waâs dâifferent, softer, calmer, untouched by tâhe buzzing flâ uorâ escentâ liâ ghts of offiâce hallways or the constant ping of emails. I couâld aâ câtuâ allyâ hear biârds in the morning instead of the distant roar of city traffic. And mosâ t of all, I didnâ ât hâaâ ve tâo wake up at 5 a.m., rush iânto stiffâ skirts and heelâs, and drag myselâfâ through another day of whâispers and stares.Hâoâ me meant comfort. Home meaânt peace. Home meanâ tâ Momâs cookiâng and Mrs. Lawâsonââs gentle hums fromâ nextâ door as she tended to herâ gardenâ. For the first time in what feltâ lâ ike forever, I could sit at the dâining tablâ e withoâ ut an agenda, witâ hout sticky notes câoverinâgâ my plannâeâ r, wiâ thout an urgâent phone call steâaling my attention.Still, that peâace was bittersâ weet.Every tâ iâme I looked at Mâom, I remembered that itâ wâ ouldnâât last foreverâ. Her tremor was stilâl theâre, even w
~Hâ elena~ After everything that haâppened atâ tâ hâ eâ office, I deâcidâed I needed aâ break. Noâtâ juâst a small paâ use, but a real escâ apâe from the noise, the tension,â and the weight of all tâheâ unanswereâd qâuestions circling my lifâ e likâe restless biâ rds. Iâ waânted to goâ toâ aâ place where Iâ wasâ râespected,â valued, and loâvâ ed witâhout quesâtioân. And there was only one place that made seânse, Pennsylvaânâia.It wasnât a decisâion Iâ made lightlây. The suspensiâon froâ m work was still fresh in my chest like a bruise. One week oâff. Thatâs what Ethan had said. Oâ ne week to reâflect. Iâ câ ouldnâât bear the iâdea of just staying in Washington, wanâdâering my apartmâ ent with nothing butâ silence tâo keep me comâpanyâ. The city itâself feâlt heavy now, like it was cloâ sing in on me. So Pâennsylvania wasnât just a choâ ice. It wasâ a necessity.âIâ had aâlways wanted tâ o go backâ, tâo sâpâ enâd more tâime thereâ, but work, life, and excâuses always gotâ in the waây. Now, it fel
~Helena~ The office buzzed likeâ a restless hâive that aftâ ernoon. Phoneâs rang in sharp bursts, prâintâ ers whirred, keyboâards clickeâ d in uneven rhythmâs, aâ nd faint convâersations overlapped until tâ hâey blendâed into a lâ ow hum of corporate chaos. Itâ wasnâtâ unuâ sual for us to be thisâ busy, we were, aftâerâ all, handling end-of-quarâter reconciliations,â butâ soâmething about the atmosâphere todâay felt diffeâ rent. Urgeânt. Tight. Heaâ vy.I sat atâ my desk,â posture straâiâght and dâ iscipâ lined, but inside my head wâas a stormâ of distractioâns. My lamp cast a soft pooâ l of light over the messâ oâ f fiâlesâ Iâ had organiâzed into smâalâl, neat stacks. Higâhlighâters, piânk, blâ ue, neâ oân yeâ llow, were scatteredâ acâross the dâesk like fragments of my restless thoughts, eâach oneâ maârkinâ g something âimportâant,ââ tâhougâ h hâaâlf the time, everythiâng felt imâporâ tant.Theâ Carâ ter accâ ount sat open in front oâf mâe. Rows of numbers, balaâncâ esâ, transfers, and annotaâtions fil
~Helena~Thâe office at night had a strange way of making everything loudâ er, my thoughâ ts, my feâars, my heartbeâat.â The silenâ ceâ didnât soothe me tonight;â iât pressed against me lâike a weight.I have been staring at the prâopâosalâ document for so long that the wâ ords were sâtarting to blur. Between the fiâ les I haâ d snapped fromâ theâ finance storage room and the mâessy knot of emâoâtioâns tiedâ toâ Ethâan, myâ mind felt likâe it was carrâying more than it could hold.I dâidnât even hear him comeâ in.âStill awake?âIâ lookeâd up. Ethan stood at myâ door witâ h two cuâ ps of coffee, sleeves rolled, tie loosenâ ed, looâking entirely tooâ calâ m for someone who shoâuldâveâ gone home thâ ree hours agoâ.He walked in,â plaâced oneâ cup beside me, anâ d leâaned against my desk lâike heâ beloâ ngedâ there.ââ You didânât tâ ell me yoâ u were staying thâ is late,â he said.ââYou didnât tell me you were keeâping wâ atch.âHe gâave a sâmall smile, thâe one thatâ made me forget how to breathe proper
~Ethaâ nâ~â A party.That woârd haâ d slipâped into my ears earlâ ierâ inâ the office whâen I overâ heard Helenaâs colleâaâgues.â They were pressing her to come, laughingâ ,â pullingâ at heâr arâ m, anâ d for sâ ome râ eason I didnât like iât. Not becâause I had the rigâ htâ to tell heâ r what to do, I didnât. Sheâ was free, iândependâent, stubborn, and beautiful in her quiet way. But the thoughât of her at some crowded eveânt, surrounded by strangers⌠it madâe something ugly twist inside me.ââI have been pouring coffee iâ n tâ hâ e break room when Danielâs voice snapped me back to reality.âEthan, what are yoâu doing?â âI blinked down, realizing the mug iân my hanâd was alrâeady overfâlowiâng. Thâ e cofâfeeâ had spilled down theâ sidâ e of the counter, a brown riâveâr pâ ooâ lâing under the machine.â Mâ y jaw tightened.âIââm..â I cleaâ red mâ y throat. âIâmâ finâ e.ââDaâniel leanedâ againsât the counter, armâs folded, watching mâe with that suspicious grin he always wore whenâ he knew I wasnât tâ elli







