LOGINShare
Chapter 1- Noah’s POV
publish date:
2026-05-10 03:38:37I was sitting on the bathroom floor at 2am holding two pieces of paper.
In my left hand, Eli’s hospital bill. $8,400. Balance due immediately. Eli who was seventeen and sleeping ten feet away and had been coughing since October. The kind of cough that made doctors go quiet in a way that meant they knew something they weren’t ready to say yet. In my right hand my bank statement. $43. I sat there for a long time just holding them. Like if I stared long enough the numbers would change. They didn’t. From the bedroom I heard it. Eli coughing. That deep, rattling sound. Three times. Then silence. Then once more, like an afterthought. I closed my eyes. I was twenty-three years old. I had a literature degree and a job at a coffee shop that paid $14 an hour and a brother who needed medication we couldn’t afford and another brother who was eight and had stopped asking for things because he’d learned that asking upset me. That last part was the one that got me. Every time. Caleb used to ask for everything. Cereal with the coloured marshmallows, new sneakers, an extra five minutes before bed. Normal kid things. Now he ate whatever I put in front of him without comment. Now he folded his own clothes without being asked. Now he watched my face before he spoke, working out whether today was a day he could afford to need something. Eight years old and already making himself smaller to fit around someone else’s problems. That was mine. I did that. I put the papers down. Opened my phone. Typed into the search bar. Personal assistant jobs Manhattan. I found it on the third page. Personal Assistant. Live-in. Immediate start. $6,000/month. Discretion required. Six thousand dollars a month. Live-in, which meant no rent, which meant everything I earned went straight to Eli. Straight to the bills. Straight to coloured marshmallow cereal and Caleb being allowed to be eight years old again. I applied before I finished reading it. Three days later , a woman name Mrs Hale called . Monday. Nine a.m. Cole Tower, Fifth Avenue. Do not be late, Mr. Carter. I googled Damien Cole the second she hung up. Thirty-four. Billionaire. Cole Enterprises, real estate, tech, finance. Brilliant. Ruthless. Barely any photographs, and in every single one he looked like he was one small inconvenience away from ruining someone’s entire life. Three years ago, a car accident. Brief speculation. Then silence. He’d simply withdrawn and kept running his company from behind closed doors. One interview, four years old. One quote. “I don’t tolerate inefficiency.” I put my phone down. Looked at the two pieces of paper still on the floor. $43. $8,400. “You need this job, Noah,” I said quietly. “You need this job more than you have ever needed anything in your entire life.” I got up. Found my pale blue shirt. Coffee stain on the cuff. Told myself I’d deal with it. Didn’t deal with it. Walked into Cole Tower on Monday morning completely unprepared. Not for the lobby. Not for Mrs. Hale’s three rules. Not for the fifty-second floor or the penthouse or the double doors at the end of the hall. Not for the voice behind them. Send him in. Low. Quiet. The kind of voice that had never needed volume to be obeyed. I walked through the doors. He was behind the desk. Dark hair. A jaw that looked exactly as unforgiving as his photographs suggested. And his eyes, pale grey, almost silver, looking just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. Past me. He couldn’t see me. I knew that. I’d read it. But knowing it and standing inside it were completely different things, because somehow those eyes made me feel more seen than anything ever had. “Sit down, Mr. Carter,” he said. Like he already knew exactly what I was going to be to him. I sat. And in the back of my mind, quiet and certain and already too late. Oh no !!!
Latest chapter
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 58 — Damien's POV
The clinic was quiet. Not hospital quiet. Something more controlled than that. The silence of a place that had been designed to feel calm regardless of what happened inside it. Daniel was with me. He had flown in the night before and met me at the airport and had been mostly quiet since, which for Daniel meant he understood that this was not a moment for talking. Dr Anand was precise and warm in equal measure. She walked me through everything again at eight am. The procedure itself would take three hours. The recovery room after. The bandaging. The seventy-two hour monitoring period before the initial assessment. "Questions," she said at the end. "No," I said. "Mr Cole," she said. "It's normal to have questions." "I've had four months to ask them," I said. "I asked them all." She accepted that. Daniel sat in the chair beside me while the prep team did what they needed to do. At one point he put his hand on my arm and said nothing and I let him because it was Daniel a
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 57 — Noah's POV
Ten days felt different from seventeen. Seventeen had been abstract. A number on a checklist. Ten was a thing you could feel in the air of the penthouse, in the way Damien moved through it, in the way the mornings were slightly different without either of us saying so. He was quieter. Not the cold quiet, not the wall quiet. Something more internal. A man turning something over and over in the dark the way you turned something precious to check it from every angle before you committed to keeping it. I gave him the space. Did the work. Managed the schedule. Completed the last three prep items and confirmed with Dr Anand's team and arranged the flights and the clinic intake and everything that needed doing. Because it needed doing. On day four Daniel came for dinner. Not with an agenda this time. Just dinner. The three of us in the kitchen with food that Damien had not asked me to make and I had made anyway and Daniel sitting on the counter eating directly from the serving bowl
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 56 — Damien's POV
I had written that word in 2019. A Sunday morning in late October. The park bench. The trees turning. The fountain running. I had been reading Paradise Lost for the fourth time because Milton was the only writer I had found who made darkness feel purposeful rather than punishing and I had reached the final book and written one word inside the cover because it was the only word that felt true. Sufficient. Not good. Not happy. Not whole. Sufficient. The understanding that what you had was enough. That the life in front of you, with all its limitations and losses and the loneliness of a man who ran a company and could not figure out how to let anyone past the professional distance, was sufficient. I had believed that when I wrote it. I had stopped believing it sometime in the last four months without noticing. I sat at my desk and thought about Noah twenty feet away with that book in his drawer and Lena's handwriting on the first page and my word underneath it and felt something
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 55 — Noah's POV
The retraction went live at nine am. I read it at my desk with my coffee going cold beside me. It was thorough. More thorough than I expected. Hale's lawyers had clearly been told to make it clean because anything less would only add to his exposure. *Cole Enterprises wishes to clarify that Mr Noah Carter's role within the company is entirely professional in nature and reflects his exceptional competence. Mr Carter identified a significant liability clause in the Mercer restructuring contract that protected Cole Enterprises from considerable financial exposure. His work on the Calloway acquisition was instrumental in preserving a transaction worth thirty-eight million dollars. Any suggestion of impropriety or irregular conduct on Mr Carter's part is without foundation and is hereby retracted in full.* My name. In print. Cleared. I read it twice and felt something in my chest unclench that had been tight since the filing dropped. My phone was going. Daniel three times. Marcus once
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 54 — Damien's POV
Marcus called at two fifteen. "It's over," he said. I put the Mercer file down. "Tell me," I said. "The recording Daniel told us about," Marcus said. "Hale recorded that call illegally. New York is a two party consent state. He needed Daniel's permission to record and he didn't have it." A pause. "His entire press conference was built on illegally obtained material. His lawyers just figured out what that means for the criminal case." "It means he handed us everything," I said. "It means," Marcus said, "that the recording he used to go public is itself evidence of another crime. Illegal wiretapping. On top of the data breach. On top of the fraudulent filing." Another pause. "His legal team called twenty minutes ago. They want to settle." "Again," I said. "Different terms this time," Marcus said. "He drops everything. The countersuit. The injunction. The press campaign. He issues a public statement retracting the claims about Noah. He pays a penalty for the breach and the illega
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 53 — Noah's POV
Daniel looked terrible.That was the first thing. He stepped out of the elevator with his coat still on and his hair not right and the easy warmth of him completely gone, replaced by something tight and hollowed out that I had never seen on his face before.He saw me first.Stopped."Noah," he said."He's in his office," I said. "He's ready to see you."Daniel nodded. Didn't move immediately."I didn't know," he said. To me. Not asking for absolution. Just saying it."I know," I said."I should have—""Daniel," I said. "Go in."He went.I stayed at my desk.The office door closed.I pulled up the press response Marcus had drafted and read through it and made three edits and sent it back and tried very hard not to track the sounds coming from down the hall.I failed at that completely.Not words. Just tone. Damien's voice, low and even, the controlled version. Then Daniel's, tighter, the hollowed out quality of someone being careful with themselves. Then silence. Then Damien again.The
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 9 - Noah’s POV
I woke up at five forty-three having slept approximately never and decided that was fine. Fine was a word I was getting very comfortable with. Fine covered a lot of ground if you didn’t look at it too closely. I made his coffee. Six twenty-eight. Right side of the desk. Two inches from the corner
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 2- Damien’s POV
I knew he was nervous before he sat down. Most people were nervous around me. I’d stopped finding it interesting years ago. Nervousness made people stupid and stupid people wasted my time, and the one thing I did not have patience for was the wasting of my time. I heard it in the way he walked. S
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 5 - Noah’s POV
Day nine started badly and got worse. Eli’s doctor had called again in the morning. Not with news, just a reminder. Two weeks was now one week and the number Dr. Reeves had given me hadn’t gotten any smaller and my first paycheck wasn’t coming until Friday and even then it wasn’t going to be enoug
HIS BLIND OBSESSION Chapter 4 -Damien’s POV
I knew the sound of every person who had ever worked in this penthouse. Mrs. Hale walked like she was always running late, short quick steps, always slightly rushed even when there was no reason to rush. My previous assistant, Marcus, dragged his left foot slightly, a habit he was probably not ev
You may also like
Bound By His Rules {M×M}
Phoenix Noir36.4K viewsNailed: Men In Heat
Night Raven19.5K viewsINTENSE Love
ShineeSunshine27.3K viewsMY TABOO STEP DADDY
MAFIA FANATIC 17.2K viewsHis Deadly Obsession
Anonymous Lee700 viewsCraving For My Stepfather
Muffin Writes368 viewsThe Moonborn Omega
CathyWrites 155 viewsPlaying For Ruin
RichX248 views
