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The Lion’s Shadow

作者: TBoy
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 16:23:23

Elliot’s POV

I watched him from across the general office floor like a hawk.

Scott sat at his desk, phone in hand, face lighting up in that bright, hopeful way when someone finally gets what he’s been expecting

His hazel eyes softened. A small smile tugged at his lips. He typed something quick, then put the phone down, but the glow stayed on his face.

Who the fuck was texting him?

Laurent? One of those fancy gallery owners offering him the world on a silver platter? Or some other rich bastard
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    Elliot’s POVI watched him from across the general office floor like a hawk.Scott sat at his desk, phone in hand, face lighting up in that bright, hopeful way when someone finally gets what he’s been expecting His hazel eyes softened. A small smile tugged at his lips. He typed something quick, then put the phone down, but the glow stayed on his face.Who the fuck was texting him?Laurent? One of those fancy gallery owners offering him the world on a silver platter? Or some other rich bastard promising him freedom from all this, I mean from me?My hands clenched into fists under the desk. The beast inside me, the one I’d tried to bury since I promised not to follow my father’s footsteps, woke up snarling. If I can’t have him, no one else can. The thought came fast. I hated it. But I couldn’t stop it.I grew up in a mafia family. My father didn’t just run businesses, he owned people. He spilled blood like it was nothing. He taught me early that love was a weakness, that if you wanted

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   Midnight Doubts

    Scott’s POVThe clock on my nightstand glowed at 3:00 AM due to the alarm I set . The room was dark except for the faint city light sneaking through the curtains. Elliot lay beside me, sleeping like he had no worries in the world. His face looked softer in sleep, those beautiful eyes that got my attention were closed, tattoos peeking from under the sheet, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He looked innocent. And peaceful.I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t shut up.I stared at him, heart heavy. This man had fucked me senseless more times than I could count, held me after, then called it a mistake every single time. Yet here he was, in my bed, like he was my boyfriend. Like we were something real.My phone lay on the pillow next to me. I picked it up quietly, screen lighting up my face. Three new offers. Laurent’s full-time position in Paris with a fat salary and other juicy incentives. Another from a big New York gallery. One from a collector in London offering to fund my own

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   Stay

    Elliot’s POVI was walking past the break area when I overheard two board members talking. “Scott McAllen might leave Zenex. Laurent’s offered him a major gallery partnership, international shows, big money, his relocation cost will also be taken care off. He’d be crazy not to take it.”My steps faltered. Scott is leaving. The thought made something inside me twist painfully. He didn’t need this job anymore. He didn’t need me. The promotion, the attention he’s been getting, the anonymous payments I’d been making, none of it mattered if he walked away.I acted indifferent in the meeting that followed, nodding coldly when someone mentioned Scott being a rising star. But inside, I was panicking. The fear was worse than anything my father had ever done to me. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not when he was the only person who made me feel something real.I left the office early and drove straight to his apartment. I didn’t even bother to call him. No warning. I just needed to see him.Scot

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   You’re Mine Alone

    Scott’s POVThe mini exhibition opening was supposed to be my day. Lights flashing, people clapping, my paintings on every wall. But all I could feel was Elliot’s eyes burning into me from across the crowded gallery.We’ve had too many people troop into the gallery that we had to plan an impromptu exhibition at the gallery to showcase some of our artwork that wasn’t displayed during the exhibition.Lewis leaned in close, his hand brushing my arm as he smiled. “You’re shining tonight, Scott.” Then he lifted my hand and kissed the back of it slowly, right there in front of everyone. Cameras clicked. I could see Ms.Victoria’s prying eyes.My stomach twisted. I forced a smile, but my eyes found Elliot. His jaw was locked tight, he stood there like a statue with his fists clenched at his sides. He was explaining the inspiration behind some of our ancient inspired art works but it’s clear he wasn’t concentrating. Before I could pull away from Lewis, Elliot was there. He grabbed my wrist, v

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   The Defense

    Elliot’s POVThe boardroom felt like a cage.My father sat at the head of the long table like he still owned every chair in it. Anytime he attends the board meeting, he takes up my seat. I feel like it’s his own way of showing he still has power over me. His cold eyes scanned the room before locking on Scott, who stood at the front accounting for everything that happened at the exhibition, the expenses, the sales, the new deals we had. The success was undeniable, record breaking sales, tourist lines outside the gallery, media coverage that had Zenex trending for days.But my father wasn’t impressed. Victoria must have reached out to him. She’s always been manipulative.“Mr. McAllen,” he said, voice smooth and sharp, “your promotion seems remarkably fast. From junior assistant to lead curator in such a short time. Care to explain how that happened?”The room went dead silent. Board members shifted uncomfortably. Nobody dared to say anything. Scott stood tall, but I saw the slight tremb

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   London Or Paris ?

    Scott’s POVThe email from Laurent sat open on my phone like a loaded gun.Full-time position. Paris or London base. Generous salary. Creative freedom. Travel the world with me.I stared at it in the parking garage after work, leaning against my old car, heart racing. This was everything I had dreamed of, to be recognized in the art industry, to make good money so I can clear all my debts, to finally escape the poverty that had chained me for years. No more Raymond. No more selling my body for scraps. No more depending on anyone.But every time I thought about accepting, Elliot’s face flashed in my mind. Those steel-gray eyes. The way he held me after fucking me senseless. The way he defended me publicly even when it was risky. He pushed me away with words, but his actions screamed something else. “ Scott, don’t be an ingrate. You’re supposed to be happy, not sulking.” I muttered trying to encourage myself because this is what I have always wanted.But I can’t deny that a part of me w

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   Painted Mine

    Scott’s POVThe elevator doors opened straight into Elliot’s hidden playroom, and my breath caught. Dim red lighting, black walls, a suspension rig hanging from the ceiling like something out of a dark fantasy. Padded benches, hooks, a rack of toys that made my cock twitch. This wasn’t just sex any

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   The Ghost

    Scott’s POVThe copy room smelled like warm paper or do I say stale coffee. I was alone, photocopying some documents concerning the upcoming exhibition, still riding high from last night’s penthouse session, my ass deliciously sore, Elliot’s handprints faint on my skin. For once, I let myself smile

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   The Footage

    Elliot’s POVThe security feed played the loop of Scott stepping out of the private elevator, hair messy, shirt wrinkled, walking with that slight limp I knew I had put there. Cum still leaking out of him, no doubt. He looked wrecked. Beautiful. Mine.My finger hovered over the delete button for th

  • OWNED BY THE GHOST   Late Night Summons

    Scott’s POVThe elevator doors closed with a soft ding that felt way too loud for me. I was still as sore as hell, my ass still tender from the way Elliot had railed me over the conference table yesterday but my body was already yearning for my employer.Shit! Why would my body be the traitor here?

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