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I stared at the flowers in a daze. At first it was confusion only, but then, rage boiled within me in a full flare. How dare he!? What does he want to do!? I was so upset and frustrated that I, without thinking much, changed into a tracksuit, covered my face with a mask and a cap and stormed out of the apartment, ignoring Serena's direction. — 30 minutes later — The towering glass building of V.D Corporation — the Veyrek Dominion Tower, loomed before me. I inhaled deeply, steeling myself. I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to see him right away. Perhaps never? He might have blocked me, who knew, but the boiling lava within me wouldn't cool down until I face him and vent. I pushed through the heavy glass doors and stepped into the lobby. I marched toward the reception area, and removed my mask, "excuse me, I'm here to see Mr Alexander Veyrek.” I said, suppressing down my anger. The receptionist in the front desk—a well-dressed woman in her late twenties— looked up from her computer screen, she didn’t even blink. She looked at me and her words followed. “Ms. Corvella. The Vice Chairman is expecting you. Please, right this way.” She said with a pure professional smile. I blinked. Shocked and dazed. My heart almost stopped. What? Expecting me? Wait—he knew I would be here? I stared at her, my pulse hammering in my ears. How did he… anticipated my arrival? No. That wasn’t possible. How would he know that I would show up!? My hands curled into fists, my heartbeat racing. The receptionist smiled and handed me a key card. “Take the elevator to the twenty-ninth floor. He’s expecting you.” My lips parted, I didn't know what to say though. I pressed my lips again and nodded slowly, forcing myself to act normal as I took the card and walked toward the elevator. My mind was spiraling. Was this just a coincidence? Had he expected me to come? Or… had he known all along that this day would come? No…that didn’t make sense. How would he know that I would be in trouble and full of rumours and seeing his stupid bouquet and provocative text rush here to give him a piece of my mind? There was another more plausible reason that swirled in my mind…was he somehow Stalking me?—like having a camera attached to me or my home somehow? I swallowed hard, shaking off the thought as I stepped into the empty elevator. That was ridiculous though. Why would someone like him have a need to do that? He wouldn't gain anything from me. Even if I flashed my identity, it still wouldn't give him anything because he has his own name. The moment the doors slid shut, I let out a shaky breath and pressed my back against the cold metal wall. “Calm down. Keep it together.” I muttered to myself. “You’re here to snap at him, to warn him not to bother you again, and not get confused by his movements!” I tapped the key card against the panel. The elevator hummed to life, carrying me higher and higher. Maybe it was just my imagination or nervousness but the air felt thinner the closer I got. Twenty-ninth floor came and with a soft chime the doors glided open. There was only one office here. A massive, double-door entrance at the end of the luxurious hallway. And sitting just outside it, a man—his posture straight as he typed away at his laptop. I had seen him before. If I am not wrong, he is Alexander’s Secretary. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and gestured toward the doors. “Sir is waiting for you, Miss Corvella.” He smiled and moved to open the door for me. I nodded, thanking him as I stepped inside, my gaze immediately landing on the man behind the desk. Alexander Veyrek sat in his massive leather chair, flipping through a file as if he hadn’t just called me here before I even made the decision to come. His frosted emerald eyes flicked up from his papers, locking onto me. And damn! The man was unfairly attractive. He looked unbothered, composed even. His expensive suit was perfectly fitted, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of tattoos peeking from his collar. The picture-perfect Vice Chairman... A faint smirk playing on his lips. The city glowed behind him — his empire stretching across the skyline. “Elowen,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair. “You’re early.” And that was it. It was enough to bring back the ferocity I slightly lost beneath the confusion. Marching toward his desk, I slammed the card on it. “What is this!?” I almost snarled. “Tell me Veyrek, did you leak it?” I asked, something that didn’t cross me but the moment his face came before me it did. He glanced at the card and then looked up at me, his one brow lifted. “If I wanted to ruin you, I wouldn’t need to leak anything.” He rose, slow and deliberate. “You do it perfectly well on your own.” My pulse thundered. “Don’t play games with me.” I hissed. “I never play unnecessary games,” he said smoothly, circling his desk like a predator. “Adrian’s PR team is tearing you apart. Your investors have fled. And your dream project?—” He stopped inches from me. “—On the brink of collapse.” I almost gasped out loud. He stated the facts and it felt he knew too much, even perhaps more than I do! My fists clenched tightly. “Stop talking like you enjoy this,” I snapped. “Oh, but I do,” he murmured, his voice low, yet dangerous. “Watching someone fight a losing battle— it’s almost poetic. Unworthy, but fun.” I wanted to punch his damn face. Scream, and perhaps scratch his face, but didn't do anything. Instead, “You think you can buy me because I’m cornered?” “No.” His emerald eyes darkened, sharp as a blade. “I think I can help you win.” And before I could even prepare a response, he pulled a folder across the desk. “Here, the offer's still open.” He added. I gulped hard. I wanted to decline immediately, but— on a second thought, I picked it up and went through it roughly… It was a clear arrangement where he would invest into my business and will hold 49% share of the entire business, and in exchange, I must show up everywhere beside him, as his official partner. I looked up at him. “You want to turn me into your prop?” The bitterness that rolled out within me was unmatched. “They want a scandal?” His voice hardened. “Let’s give them one that pays. And what could be more specific that you appear beside me?” “You’re insane.” I hissed. “I’m pragmatic.” He denied. I stared at him and then shook my head. “Look, I didn't come here to accept your nonsense. I'm here to warn you to stay away from me and my matters, that's all.” Saying, I turned around, when—my phone rang. It was Serena. I wanted to ignore it here, before him and receive it outside, when— “You should receive it before walking out, Miss Corvella.” His words came from behind, halting my steps. I spun around, my eyes landed on him in both confusion and dread. What did he mean? I didn't ask, but somehow, I accepted the call… “Elowen—” came Serena's panicked tone, “where the hell are you!? Why are you not home!? Damn! What are you trying to do!? Give me a heart attack!?” “I—” my eyes were on Alexander. “I came out, don't worry I am fine. I was…” “Fine!? No! You're not!” Her tone shook and then followed a heavy sigh. “He’s suing you… Adrian, he's suing you for brand defamation.” And I froze, my eyes widened and I felt numb. “Wha-at!?” “Yeah,” Serena sighed. “He’s saying you used his company’s money to fund your perfume line. You could lose everything, Elowen.” My breath stiffened. My world tilted, as I stood in the middle of Alexander Veyrek's office, puzzled and dumbfounded. “N-no…” I muttered shakily. “I wish it was true, Elowen. But don't worry, I'll take care of it, okay?” She spoke, “and you should come home…” She continued, but I couldn't listen to anything more, all of her words started jamming in my head. Black fogs started forming in my mind, and soon, everything started fading within me. And before I knew it, darkness completely covered my eyes, tilting the world beneath me, and before everything darkened completely, I felt a warm touch around me and faded whispers of my name. However, at the moment I didn't know what was true and what was an illusion; the line had completely blurred, and so did my fate…ELOWEN “Tsk-tsk, what a failed escape plan.”The words did not need to be loud to destroy me. They carried authority, ownership, and punishment in every syllable.My body reacted before my mind could catch up. And, I froze.It felt as if my veins had turned to ice, as if fear had rooted me into the ground and claimed me as its own. Slowly—so slowly that it felt like a punishment in itself— I turned around.The garden lights revealed him.My father…He stood a few steps away, his broad figure blocking the path that had almost led me out. His face was carved from rage and disbelief, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could see the muscle twitch beneath his skin. His eyes burned red, not with concern or betrayal, but with fury— as though my attempt to escape was not desperation, but a personal insult to his authority.Behind him, the shadows shifted.Then she emerged. My grandmother. The mastermind of all the tragedies in our lives. She leaned heavily on her cane, her posture rigid a
ELOWEN I sank onto the bed, clutching the key in my fist, my other hand pressing protectively against my belly. A faint movement answered me from within, although I know it’s not possible so soon, perhaps it's just my own thoughts. But even if it is, I believed in it and I let out a broken breath that turned into a quiet sob…“We’re getting out,” I whispered to my unborn child. “I promise...”Then the waiting started and it was unbearable.Every second stretched thin, every sound made my heart stutter. And after an hour of patience, I finally accepted that waiting longer would not make me any braver.Time inside that room did strange things to my mind. Each second stretched thin, then snapped back painfully, as though the walls themselves were aware of my hesitation and took pleasure in it. I counted my breaths until they blurred together, listened to my heartbeat until it felt too loud, too dangerous. Every sound from the corridor— footsteps, distant voices, the soft roll of a c
ELOWENThe knock came again.This time, it was firmer, closer, as though it had a weight behind it. I froze on the washbasin counter, my fingers clenched so tightly around the edge that my knuckles burned. The diary was still warm in my hands, its weight pressing against my ribs like a secret with a pulse of its own. My breath stalled halfway in my chest, refusing to move, as panic surged so violently that for a moment my vision narrowed.“Elowen?”The voice carried through the door, gentle and familiar, and it struck me harder than fear ever could.Mom!My heart lurched painfully. My throat tightened as I swallowed back a gasp, my mind scrambling, racing through what I needed to do, what I needed to hide, how quickly everything could unravel if I made even one wrong move. My hands moved on instinct, shoving the diary back into the cabinet above the sink, pushing it deep behind for extra security. I slammed the door shut and flinched at the sound.“You okay, baby?” her voice came
ELOWEN I stopped, swallowed hard again before turning the page with trembling fingers…‘When they found out, they did not scream. That was the most terrifying part.’My hands tightened around the diary as she described the moment everything shattered…‘For the first time, my mother slapped me. I had seen the exhaustion in her eyes for the first time.’‘Leo was taken away without explanation. I was locked into my quarters without violence, without noise, as though I had simply ceased to exist.’‘They told me nothing for weeks. I learned then how loud despair could be.’‘When Leo was finally allowed to see me again, I barely recognized him. He had learned how to survive the house. And I had learned how to endure it. We were warned. We were ordered to forget… And we tried… For days, for months. I tried looking at my mother and he did out of gratitude, yet, when love was bigger than obedience, it had to shatter.’‘We escaped…’ I exhaled a shaky breath, before turning the page over and c
ELOWENI sat on the cold marble counter of the wash basin, my legs dangling uselessly as though my body no longer trusted the ground to hold me. The diary lay heavy in my hands, heavier than it had any right to be, as if the years pressed between its yellowed pages had weight of their own. The bathroom was quiet, mercifully untouched by cameras or watching eyes, and for the first time since waking in this gilded cage, I felt alone enough to breathe…My fingers trembled as I turned the cover back again.The name stared up at me, written in a careful, slanted hand that felt intimate in a way nothing in this house ever was…Dahlia Veyrek.My breath shuddered as I stared at the name. Specifically, the part— Veyrek. Could it be… “God.” I whispered, my breath shaking at the realisation. Although I am not completely certain, I have a feeling my guess is correct. I turned to the next page…The handwriting was elegant at first— controlled, careful, as if the writer had believed that neat w
ELOWENThe door closed behind them with a sound that was almost polite. Just the soft, decisive click of a lock sliding into place.For a moment, I remained standing where they had left me, my body was stiff, my hands hovering uselessly in front of my stomach. The room felt larger now, impossibly so, as if the walls had retreated the instant they were gone. The silence they left behind pressed harder than their words ever had. It was thick, suffocating, and deliberate, like a held breath that refused to be released.I didn’t cry though… That realization came to me distantly, as though I were observing myself from somewhere far away. I had expected tears— expected my body to collapse under the weight of what had just been said— but instead, I felt suspended, caught in a fragile state between shock and awareness. My lungs refused to find a steady rhythm. Each inhale was too shallow, each exhale uneven, as if my body had forgotten how breathing was supposed to work.My heart thudded e
ELOWEN I scrolled further, reading archived articles, fragmented mentions, careful wording. The place had history, but much of it was buried beneath layers of discretion and silence. It was not a public institution. It was a place designed to keep things hidden.My heart began to pound harder.If
ELOWEN The air between us felt electrified, vibrating with something close to violence. Alexander’s hand slammed into the wall beside my head. The sound resonated through the corridor, sharp and explosive. I involuntarily gasped, my body reacting as I flinched significantly, and my heart flut
ELOWENI stood there stunned. My restraint broke, eyes wide in shock. For some moments, I couldn't even wrap my mind around the situation, except his lips on mine. The hallway behind me was empty, its tall windows reflecting the banquet’s golden light in fractured pieces, but he filled the space s
ELOWENI stood beside the bed and could not move.The room was warm— my skin felt as though I had stepped into winter without a coat. The sensation crawled along my arms and settled in my fingers, stiff and numb, until I realized I was gripping the metal bedrail hard enough for my knuckles to ache.







