LOGINJaxen My life has never flashed this fast before my eyes. I looked at Russell and then at Charles. Just as he gave me the folder, my stomach twisted. “I’m unsure if he has been properly introduced to you,” Russell started. “This is Mr. Wade and he’s the new Executive Officer and owner of this place.”“What?” I muttered. “Yes. He purchased the foundation and all its facilities this morning.”Are you kidding me??Suddenly, heat coursed through me. “He’s your boss, Miley.”“My Boss,” I repeated. Nothing about the word or this whole thing was interesting. How do I calm my nervous system and explain that the man who held me captive is here? In this office? As my boss?“Goodluck on your task.”He walked towards the door and suddenly, I rushed after him. “Mr Russell!” I called. “Sir… I.. okay, I uh… I don’t understand any of it.”He frowned. “You need to follow him to understand.”My heart raced endlessly. "I don't think I can proceed to follow him," I added quickly. I could feel my vo
Jaxen Shit. Did I forget I have a job or is this just me trying to sabotage what I have going on for myself?I walked quickly toward the elevator, my mind already racing ahead.Work.Miley Pan. Focus.“Yes, focus Miley,” I said softly. I pressed the elevator button repeatedly. “Damn it.”The doors finally opened and I stepped inside, leaning back against the wall as it started moving.My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored surface.Same face.Different life.I let out a breath.“You’re fine,” I muttered to myself.Nothing happened. No mistakes. No complications.Just… a moment.And moments didn’t matter.I straightened slightly as the elevator reached the ground floor.The doors opened.Time to switch.Jax stayed behind.Miley Pan stepped forward. Once I got to my desk, I spent my time arranging my desk and just updating my to-do list. I was honestly trying to avoid work that’d require me to log into the computer cause I didn’t want anyone to notice the time I was just get
JaxI woke up feeling… off. I yawned lazily, not sure why until I opened my eyes and the silk sheet on my body made me feel warm. The feeling wasn't alien to me… it was something I'd felt more often than not.Something I was more than familiar with.At first I didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted it to be nothing but a dream but then I couldn't fight it any longer.My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting my mind catch up. I’m now in New York.That’s basically the first thing I thought about… I’m finally away. In my apartment. The boxes are still all around the house but I’ve been able to arrange some of my things here and— Hazel. I paused. Her name came to my mind and shortly after, a flashback of her hurrying away because she had a date and then Noah coming around. Shit.The reminders settled in one by one and I found myself remembering every single thing from
JaxNoah came…I should have known that he would come as soon as he saw that text from Hazel.Heck I expected it but I was surprised nonetheless.He acted like anything concerning me was to be treated as a matter of urgency and for some reason, that makes me happy.He sat across Hazel and I on a sofa while eating the takeout he brought for me and I found my eyes straying over to him more often than it normally should.What Hazel said earlier kept ringing in my ears.“You should get with him…”Noah wasn't the type of person to take advantage of someone…unlike someone else I was trying hard not to think about, but he was still….Well, he was a far cry from what I would have ended up with.I shook my head, clearing the thoughts away and then turned my attention back to my food, while trying hard not to think about the name that shouldn't be mentioned.By the time we were done eating, I felt like I could finally breathe again.The apartment didn’t feel so empty anymore. Boxes were scatter
Charles The club has been stressing me more lately. Although Harren still stays in charge of the affairs, there’s always an issue for Brad to fix. This time, Viktor has proposed to open a second branch. Things like this catch me off guard and annoy me. One hour later, I drove straight to the empty Casio off 5th Avenue.A quick glance at the front desk tells me that Viktor really wants to do this. This place is already functioning and not even looking like an idea still in the first stage. Viktor texted me that he’s going to be here, so I turned to one of his men. “Is he in there?” I jerked my head towards the music.“Not yet,” he answered. “He’s on his way.”I scoffed. “What happened to the former owners of this place?” I asked him. Jail is Viktor’s right hand man and the one person who can answer these questions.“Sir-”“Answer the damn question,” I told him. “Lock the front doors.”He did just as I ordered and then stood in front of me. “He should know better than just informin
Jax “Jax! If you don’t come out right now, I swear I’m leaving you!”The impatient voice repeated what I've heard for the past five minutes.I groaned, shoving another handful of clothes into the already overstuffed box. “You’re not leaving me!” I shouted back. “You don’t even know where you’re going!”“I will figure it out!” Hazel yelled from outside. “Unlike you, I have somewhere to be!”I rolled my eyes, taping the box shut in a rush. She’d been yelling for the past five minutes straight, and I was starting to think she actually would drive off just to prove a point.Grabbing my bag, I did one last quick scan of the room. It looked… empty. Not in a sad way, just unfinished. Like I’d already outgrown it.Good.I didn’t want anything tying me down here.I rushed out and shut the door behind me, locking it quickly before jogging toward Hazel’s car.She stood leaning against it, arms crossed, looking like she was two seconds away from committing a crime.“What took you so long?” she s
JaxThe house didn’t feel like a house.It felt staged. Too clean. Too deliberate. Every surface looked chosen, every corner measured like someone had decided comfort was optional. Nothing was out of place, and that somehow made it worse. It was the kind of place meant to impress or intimidate, ne
JaxThe blood wasn't on my hands.That was the first thing I thought of and I was really grateful for it. It would have made me absolutely terrified.The second was that I could still smell it.It clung to the air like a memory that refused to fade, sharp and metallic, mixing with cologne and gun s
Jaxen What do you do when the devil offers you comfort? I'll tell you. Run. That would be my advice to anyone else but tell me why I have just nodded my head and agreed to follow him.The moment my eyes opened from the short nap, I rubbed my eyes. “Are you done with what you needed to do?”“No. I
JaxHe looked at me like he had no idea what I was asking. “Just walk,” he said without answering my own question. The stylist, a young woman in her thirties greeted us with a bright smile. “Welcome, Jax. I’m Eliana. Right this way.” How does she know my name?Who is she?Is she fucking him too?







