MasukAurora's POV I wasn’t about to run off and meet some ghost from the past just because he left a creepy handwritten note. No way. Instead, I spent the next two days locked in Xavier’s office with him, Steve, and my lawyer Marcus going through every scrap of evidence we had from the last fourteen years. Coffee cups piled up. Takeout boxes covered the conference table. My eyes burned from staring at documents, but I refused to stop. Steve tossed another folder onto the pile. “The invitation was left exactly where we’d find it. This guy isn’t just taunting us—he wants to control the pace. He’s daring us to come to him on his terms.” Xavier stood behind me, one hand resting on the back of my chair. His fingers occasionally brushed my shoulder, sending little sparks down my arm. Even exhausted and stressed, the man could make my body react with the smallest touch. I kept remembering how he’d kissed me hard in this same office yesterday, hands gripping my ass like he never wanted to let g
Aurora's POV I could hardly breathe as I stared at the photograph on Xavier’s desk. The man smiling next to Carter Mills Sr. looked confident, younger, and very much alive. This wasn’t Leonard’s dead brother. It wasn’t Leonard either. This was the mysterious fifth founder my father had worked so hard to hide from history. Arthur Bell. My hands started shaking. “It’s him,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “The guy who came to my apartment. The one who called himself Arthur Bell. He’s the fifth founder.” Xavier’s whole body went tense beside me. He leaned over my shoulder, his chest pressing against my back, warm and solid. Even now, with my world flipping upside down, I felt that familiar pull. The way his breath brushed my ear made my skin tingle. I hated how much I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and make everything else disappear for a few minutes. “Steve,” Xavier barked, not moving away from me. “Reopen every file we have on Arthur Bell’s supposed death. Everythin
Xavier's POV Steve walked into my office looking like he’d swallowed something sour. “Emergency court injunction just hit. Locker 317 is frozen. Aurora can’t touch anything inside it. Someone claims the contents belong to Griffins Enterprises, not Daniel’s estate.” I froze mid-sip of coffee, the cup hitting the desk harder than I meant. “What the fuck did you just say?” “I’m telling you, it’s real. Filed this morning. They moved fast.” I stood up so quick my chair rolled back and hit the wall. “I didn’t authorize any injunction. Check it. Now.” Steve was already on it, nodding as he typed on his tablet. “Legal department is pulling the filing. But heads up—someone used old corporate credentials. The kind that should’ve been dead for years.” Within the hour, Steve had the details. He dropped the papers on my desk and rubbed his eyes. “It wasn’t us, Xavier. The signatures are forged. They’re using our own history against us. Whoever did this knows exactly how the company worked ba
Aurora's POV I barely slept. All night I tossed and turned, that old key burning a hole in my mind. By the time the sky started to lighten, I was already up, dressed in jeans and a simple hoodie, and heading out the door. I called my lawyer, Marcus, and told him to meet me at the storage facility address I’d looked up. I didn’t tell anyone else. Not Isla. Not Xavier. This one felt too personal, too raw. I needed to see it for myself first. The storage place was on the outskirts of the city, one of those big warehouse-style buildings with rows of orange doors and almost no people around this early. Marcus pulled up right after me, looking sharp in his suit like he was ready for court even at seven in the morning. “You sure about going in alone like this?” he asked as we walked toward the office. “I’m sure.” The manager behind the counter was an older guy with a coffee stain on his shirt. When I slid the key across the desk, his eyebrows shot up. “Locker 317,” he said, checking hi
Aurora's POV I couldn’t stop staring at the photograph. The five men stood shoulder to shoulder like they ruled the world back then. I recognized four faces right away—my dad, Xavier, Carter Mills Sr., and Victor Langston. But the fifth guy? His face was completely burned away, just a ugly black scorch mark where his features should have been. It gave me the creeps. Who does that to a picture? And why leave it behind like some kind of twisted clue? Harold Bennett leaned in closer, squinting at it under the office lights. “I haven’t seen this in over a decade,” he said quietly, his old voice a little shaky. “Maybe longer.” “Who is he?” I asked, pointing at the burned spot. “The fifth man. What’s his name?” Harold hesitated, rubbing his chin. He glanced at Xavier like he was worried about saying too much. “Truth is, I never actually learned his identity. Most people think Griffins Enterprises was founded by four men. That’s what all the official stories say. But it was five. Somewhe
Xavier's POV The boardroom had turned into a fucking circus. Directors were shouting over each other, pointing fingers like this was some reality TV show instead of a billion-dollar company. Caldwell was red in the face, accusing Reeves of being the leak, while Reeves fired back that it had to be someone who benefited from destabilizing me. Papers were scattered everywhere. Phones kept buzzing. It was a goddamn mess. I slammed my hand on the table hard enough to make a few of them jump. “Enough.” My voice cut through the noise. “IT is already tracing the email. I want answers, not accusations flying around this room like idiots.” Steve was already on his phone in the corner, barking orders. I glanced across the table at Aurora. She wasn’t looking at the screen or the shouting men. Her eyes were moving slowly from face to face, studying everyone like she was trying to see through their bullshit. She looked calm on the outside, but I knew her too well—that slight press of her lips, t
Aurora's POV I didn't think these two naughty girls were being serious until they appeared at my house. They came here mainly for the purpose of seeing Uncle X. They went crazy after sighting him on school grounds earlier, and being the naughty girls they were, they came to see him personally.
>>> Present Xavier’s POV Damn! I watched as her receding figure faded from my presence, she was still the emotional little girl I used to know… Little? No! She isn't so little anymore. When she hugged me earlier at the airport, I felt those firm, round, juicy boobs of hers pressed onto my chest
Aurora's POV ‘I am at the airport’ His text came through my phone as I walked out of my school’s building. “Take me to the airport,” I told the chauffeur who was already waiting for me. My drive to the airport was ecstatic, my mind filled with joy. My sweetheart was finally back. The trees,
Aurora's POV Seven days left, I ticked my calendar, counting down to my sweetheart's return. I know it's wrong to call him that, but I can't help myself. He is my sweetheart. It's been a year and seven months, I was dying to see him again. I still can't believe he left for so long, does he not







