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“Let me go!” Lucy struggled, her voice breaking. He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.“You still don’t understand, do you?” he said quietly. She glared at him through tears she refused to let fall.“Understand what? That you kidnapped me?”A faint smile touched his lips. “I didn’t kidnap you, Lucy.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. “I brought you back to where you belong.”“That’s insane,” she whispered.His eyes darkened slightly. “I waited too long for you once. I won’t make that mistake again.”She shook her head, panic rising. “You think forcing me here will make me love you?”He finally let go of her wrist… only to gently tilt her chin up. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Then his voice, softer but more dangerous: “And this time… you won’t run.”***************Lucy stood nervously in front of the tall glass building of Fidelis Corporation, adjusting her blouse for the tenth time. Today was her first day at her new job after weeks of searching. She took a deep brea

Three weeks later. she heard that news he has fired four PAs after her. Then an email came. An offer. Return as his personal assistant. With a salary increase. And an apology that sounded like it was written by someone who hated admitting they were wrong. She stared at it for a long time. Then smiled.So she mattered after all. Sha was going back. Not to obey him. Not to survive him. But to bend or break him. And if neither worked… Then she would become the one thing he couldn’t ignore. His obsession.She started showing up late. Sometimes blamed sickness. Some she didn’t bother explaining at all. She ignored his calls deliberately. Aiden kept telling her same things over and over… ‎“I can replace you anytime.” ‎“You’re getting too full of yourself.”. “You’ll be fired if you don’t stop this madness.” ‎They had a meeting with a client. That meant she was to ride with him. He drove with his face all scrunched up like he couldn’t stand the air. ‎

Aiden stood by the window of his office the sun creeping through the curtain. Lucy watched him from the behind, her heart still racing from the near-kiss. The air felt thick, heavy with everything unsaid.“Last night,” Aiden began, turning to face her, “what you saw outside… it meant nothing.”Lucy searched his eyes. They were tired but sincere. “I believe you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know why, but I do. Maybe because the man who carried me here, who took off my shoes and made sure I was safe… that man doesn’t feel like someone who would sneak out for cheap pleasure.”Aiden stepped closer, his expression raw. “You drive me insane, Lucy. Every day. I tell myself I can’t want you. That I shouldn’t. But when I see other men looking at you the way I do…” He stopped, jaw clenched. “I lose control.”Before she could respond, he closed the distance. His hand cupped her face with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing her lower lip. Their eyes locked for one hear

‎The vacation days were beautiful but emotionally charged. They snorkeled, had sunset dinners, and danced at a beachside bar.‎The next day, Lucy decided to show Aiden the “real” side of the island. Away from the luxury villa and private beaches, she took him into the lively town.‎“Come on, Ethan,” she said with a bright smile, pulling him by the hand. “You always loved the local spots more than the fancy restaurants.”‎They went from one small restaurant to another. At the first, Aiden enjoyed grilled jerk chicken with rice and peas — the spices were bold and delicious. Lucy watched him closely, happy that he seemed to remember.‎‎But at the second spot, she ordered for both of them: a local delicacy — spicy conch fritters with a heavy pepper sauce. “You used to eat three plates of this,” she teased.‎‎Aiden ate to keep up the act. The food was extremely spicy, and within minutes, his stomach began turning. By the time they left the restaurant, he was sweating and feeling nauseous.

‎The vacation ended abruptly. Aiden flew back the same night. He went straight to the family mansion, evidence folder in hand — printed emails, bank transfer records, voice recordings, and transaction logs. His blood was still boiling.‎‎He found Ethan in the living room, lounging with a glass of whiskey like he didn’t have a care in the world.‎“Ethan,” Aiden called sharply.‎His brother looked up, surprised but not alarmed. “Well, well. The golden boy returns from his little vacation. What’s this about?”‎‎Aiden threw the folder onto the table in front of him.‎“Open it.” Ethan slowly flipped through the documents. His expression remained strangely calm as he read the emails and listened to the short recording Aiden played. He was shocked… but not surprised.‎‎Before he could speak, their mother stormed into the room, having been alerted by the staff.‎“What is going on here?!” she demanded.‎Aiden didn’t hold back. “Ethan is the insider. He’s been working with Rogers to defraud