Se connecterCHAPTER 5
I came in early the next morning. Mostly because I couldn’t sleep. My brain kept replaying the moment from yesterday...the way he’d asked, 'Who looks out for you?' like it wasn’t just a question but something heavier. Something he shouldn’t have said. Something I shouldn’t have felt. I tried to shake it off as I walked into the office, but the moment I stepped inside, I knew something was wrong. The lights were on. The blinds were half-open. And Reign was already there. He never arrived before eight. But it was barely 7:30am. He stood by his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, staring at a stack of documents like they’d personally offended him. “Good morning,” I said. He didn’t look up. “Morning.” His voice was low. Flat. Tired. I set my bag down carefully. “You’re… early.” “Couldn’t sleep.” Oh. Same. He finally looked at me. And he looked exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. Like whatever he’d been holding together was starting to slip. I hesitated. “Rough night?” “Something like that.” He went back to the papers. But I saw the tension in his hands. The tightness in his shoulders. The way his jaw kept clenching and unclenching like he was forcing himself to stay calm. “What happened?” I asked before my brain could stop me. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The elevator dinged. Evan stepped out. Leo’s brother. Reign’s closest friend. The only person who walked into the office like he belonged there. But today? He didn’t smile. He didn’t joke. He just walked straight toward Reign with a face that spelt trouble. “Maya,” he said softly. “Can we have a minute?” My stomach tightened. “That sounds… ominous.” He didn’t deny it. Reign didn’t look at me, but his jaw tightened again. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. But I didn’t walk away. They weren’t shouting. But they weren’t whispering either. I could hear enough. “You should’ve told me,” Evan said, voice low but sharp. “I didn’t think it mattered,” Reign replied. “It always matters when Ivy is involved. You know how she works.” My blood went cold. Ivy. Of course. She didn’t just show up yesterday by accident. Something was going on. Something bigger. I pressed my ear...just a little...toward the door. “This isn’t about her,” Reign said. Evan laughed bitterly. “No. It’s about Maya.” My heart dropped. No. No, no, no. “Leave her out of this,” Reign said. “I can’t. She’s in the middle whether she wants to be or not.” “I’ll handle it,” Reign said. “You can’t keep shielding people,” Evan replied. “Not from Ivy. And not from the fallout.” Fallout. The word felt dangerous. Heavy. Like it carried a warning wrapped in fire. I stepped back fast when I heard footsteps. The door opened a second later, and Evan came out. He looked… conflicted when he saw me. “Maya,” he said, softer. “This isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” My throat tightened. “I… I don’t even know what’s happening.” “You will,” he said. “Just… be careful.” Be careful? Before I could ask what that meant, Evan walked away. Reign stayed inside. Still. Silent. Then his voice came through the cracked door. “Maya. Come in.” My pulse jumped. I stepped inside slowly. He was standing by the window, hands in his pockets again, shoulders tense. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” he said without turning around. “I didn’t hear everything,” I lied. He exhaled. “Right.” I waited. He didn’t speak. Just stared out at the city like he was trying to choose his words carefully. Finally he said, “Ivy’s not done.” My stomach twisted. “With what?” “With… causing problems.” “She came for me,” I said quietly. “Not you.” His head turned slightly. “That’s the problem.” I blinked. “I don’t understand.” “You weren’t supposed to be involved.” “Involved in what?” He faced me fully now. His eyes were darker than usual. Not angry. Not cold. Just… conflicted. There was something he wanted to say. Something he was trying not to. Finally he settled on, “She saw something yesterday.” “Saw what?” He hesitated. Then he said, “The way I looked at you.” My heart stuttered. “The way… you looked at me?” He didn’t break eye contact. Didn’t blink. Didn’t soften the truth. “She thinks I care.” My pulse was a mess. My lungs didn’t know how to breathe anymore. “And do you?” I whispered. A long pause. Too long. He didn’t look away. Didn’t retreat. He just… looked at me like I was something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop noticing. “Maya”, he said quietly, “I can’t answer that.” That was an answer. Every part of me felt it. Before I could speak, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it. Something in his expression changed instantly. Harder. Colder. Controlled again. “We have to meet with the board,” he said. “Now.” “Right,” I said, clearing my head. “Work mode.” But as we walked toward the elevator, he spoke again—so soft I almost missed it. “Stay close today.” “Why?” “Because Ivy doesn’t make random moves.” The elevator opened. He stepped inside. I followed. He looked straight ahead. So did I. But the tension between us? It was different now. Sharper. Heavier. Like we’d crossed a line without meaning to. A line we weren’t supposed to cross. A line Ivy had already noticed. And she wasn’t done.CHAPTER 69 The city skyline shimmered under the golden glow of dusk, the streets below alive with movement, yet up here, in Reign’s penthouse office-turned-sanctuary, it felt like time had paused. For months, perhaps years, we had run on tension, uncertainty, and battles that never seemed to end. But now… now there was clarity.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding the small key to our space in one hand, with Reign’s hand intertwined with mine in the other. The key wasn’t just metal. It was everything we had fought for—trust, vision, respect, and the unshakeable bond we’d forged in fire.“Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” I asked, voice soft, almost afraid to break the quiet.Reign tilted his head, his dark eyes scanning the horizon before meeting mine. “Every day. I used to measure success in deals, acquisitions, and even control. Now I measure it in moments like this. In being certain that nothing—not Ivy, not Evan, not the world—can touch us.”I squeezed his
CHAPTER 68 Love didn’t announce itself. It didn’t crash in or demand attention the way chaos always had. It settled. Quietly. Steadily. Like something that had finally found where it belonged. I realised it on an ordinary Tuesday. No milestone. No celebration. Just a morning where I woke up without that familiar knot in my chest, without mentally rehearsing what could go wrong. Reign was still asleep beside me, one arm draped loosely over my waist, breath slow and even. The city beyond the window was waking up, light slipping through the curtains in soft bands. For once, my first thought wasn’t work. It was peace. I stayed still, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, letting myself exist in the moment without bracing for it to disappear. This....whatever this was....felt secure. That was new. Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and moved to the kitchen. Coffee brewed quietly as I leaned against the counter, phone buzzing with early messages f
CHAPTER 67 Confidence didn’t arrive like a switch flipping.It came in fragments.In the way I walked into the building that morning without rehearsing my smile.In the way my shoulders stayed relaxed even when conversations shifted toward decisions with weight.In the way my voice didn’t soften when I spoke.I noticed it when the elevator doors opened and I stepped out first instead of waiting for permission.Small things.But they added up.The new division was officially announced that morning. Not with fanfare. No dramatic unveiling. Just a clean, deliberate internal memo outlining purpose, leadership, and direction.My name sat there in black and white.Director — Strategic Development & CultureI stared at the screen longer than necessary.Director.A few months ago, the word would’ve made my stomach flip with fear. Now it made my chest expand.Reign appeared at my side, coffee in hand. “You look like you’re arguing with the screen.”“I’m negotiating with it,” I replied. “Tryin
CHAPTER 66 The key felt heavier the next morning.Not physically.Symbolically.I stood in my apartment, staring at it resting on the kitchen counter like it might disappear if I blinked too long. A simple piece of metal. Cool. Unassuming.And yet it represented everything that had changed.Everything I had survived.I picked it up, turning it between my fingers, memories flooding in whether I invited them or not.The first day I’d walked into Reign’s office by accident.The way my hands had shaken as I’d held my resume.The look in his eyes—sharp, assessing, distant.Back then, I hadn’t imagined keys. Or trust. Or standing on equal ground.Back then, I’d just wanted not to fail.Now failure didn’t haunt me the same way. It didn’t own me.I slipped the key into my bag and headed out.The office greeted me with its new rhythm. Lighter. Open. Alive. Conversations flowed without fear. People debated instead of whispering. Laughter wasn’t hushed.I paused just inside the lobby, letting i
CHAPTER 65 I didn’t expect the surprise to come quietly. If I’d learnt anything about Reign, it was that when he planned something, it usually arrived wrapped in control, precision, and timing sharp enough to cut. So when the morning started like any other—coffee lukewarm, inbox manageable, sunlight pouring through the windows without drama—I let my guard down. That was my first mistake. “Clear your afternoon,” he said casually, passing my desk without stopping. I blinked. “I have three meetings.” “You had three meetings,” he corrected, already walking away. “They’ve been rescheduled.” I pushed back from my chair. “You can’t just...” He glanced over his shoulder, one brow lifting. “I can. And I did.” I stared after him, heart thudding. “Reign,” I called. “What’s going on?” He paused in the doorway to his office, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Trust me.” The words landed heavier than they should have. Trust me. I sat back down slowly, trying to focus
CHAPTER 64 The shift was subtle at first.Not a headline.Not an announcement.Just… air.Lighter.I noticed it the moment I stepped out of the elevator the next morning. The usual tightness in my chest wasn’t there. No instinctive scan of faces. No bracing for whispers.People were laughing.Actually laughing.Someone had brought pastries. Someone else complained about being late without fear of being judged for it. The office felt human again.Alive.I set my bag down and paused, taking it in. For months, this place had felt like a battlefield dressed up in glass and steel. Now it felt like a workplace.A beginning.“Careful,” a familiar voice said behind me. “If you keep smiling like that, people will think you’re plotting something.”I turned to see Reign, coat draped over his arm, expression relaxed in a way that still surprised me.“Maybe I am,” I said. “Plotting peace.”He raised an eyebrow. “Dangerous ambition.”I followed him toward his office, noticing how people greeted hi
CHAPTER 7The office was quieter than usual that afternoon.Too quiet.I kept glancing at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in with bad news or worse.And then the elevator dinged.I looked up.Ivy.Of course.She didn’t knock. Just stepped in like she owned the place.High heels clicking,
CHAPTER 10The morning hit me like a freight train.Not literally, of course. But it might as well have. Emails stacked in my inbox like little piles of doom. Phones buzzing. Slack messages pinging. The Henderson project? Already on fire before the day even started.I stared at my screen. Blinked.
CHAPTER 8I didn’t sleep much that night.The office felt like a different world after Ivy’s visit. Her presence lingered, sharp and cold, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. My mind kept replaying her words: loyalty is everything.I arrived early, hoping the quiet morning would calm me. It didn’t. The
CHAPTER 9The morning started with a coffee spill.I shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything lately seemed to go wrong the second I set foot in the office. My hands were shaking slightly from nerves—and maybe lack of sleep—and the cup tipped before I could even react. Coffee splashed across the e







