I stood frozen in the doorway of the senior executives' office, my heart pounding in my chest. The words I had just overheard felt like a blow to my entire existence. Callum Winter Stone—my ex-husband, the man who had once promised me everything only to abandon me for Emilia Rhodes—was now stepping into the most powerful position at Rhodes Company.
My mind struggled to process the news. How could this be happening? After everything, after all the pain he had caused me, he was back. And in control.
I didn’t even realize I had walked out until I found myself in the comfort room, the cold tile against my back as I leaned against the wall. My breath came in short, shaky gasps, and the tears I had been holding back finally broke free. How could I possibly face him again? I had worked so hard to rebuild my life, to distance myself from the person I used to be—someone who had been destroyed by him. But now, I was about to be forced into his orbit once again, with no choice but to swallow my pride and pretend everything was fine.
The door opened, and a familiar voice broke through my spiral of thoughts. "Athena?"
I didn’t look up at first, too consumed by my own emotions. I heard Lia’s footsteps, then felt the warmth of her hand on my shoulder, steady and comforting. She always knew when I was falling apart.
"I... I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Callum. CEO. How am I supposed to work with him again, Lia? After everything... After how he left me for her, how he destroyed me... How am I supposed to just pretend it doesn’t matter?"
Lia’s grip tightened, her voice calm but firm. "You have to. For Ryan. For yourself. You can’t let Callum see your weakness. You can’t let him get to you. You’ve come too far, Athena. Think about what’s at stake here."
I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of emotions threatening to swallow me whole. Ryan. My brother. I couldn't forget that. He was why I had taken this job in the first place. His medical bills. His future. I had sacrificed everything for him, and I couldn’t afford to lose everything now.
Lia’s voice softened, but there was no mistaking the urgency in her words. "You have to be strong. For Ryan’s sake. You can’t walk away now. You’ll be risking everything you’ve worked for. Everything you've built."
I nodded, even though the lump in my throat made it hard to breathe. "I know. I know you're right."
I let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that were still falling. "But how do I do it, Lia? How do I look at him and act like nothing ever happened? Like he didn’t break me?"
Lia gave me a small, reassuring smile. "You do it because you’re not the same woman you were back then. You’ve changed, Athena. You’re stronger now. And Callum? He doesn’t get to control your future anymore. He’s just a man. A man who’s about to realize that you’re not the same vulnerable woman he left behind."
I nodded again, this time with more resolve. She was right. I wasn’t that person anymore. I couldn’t let him see the parts of me that still ached from what he had done. For Ryan. For my own dignity. I had to be strong, even if it meant swallowing every ounce of pride I had left.
“I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady now. “I’ll face him. I’ll make sure he knows—this is my fight, not his. He won’t destroy me again.”
Lia gave me a small, proud smile. "That’s the Athena I know."
I took one last deep breath before pushing the door open. As I walked back into the chaos of the office, my mind raced. I had no idea how I was going to survive this. But for Ryan, for everything that mattered, I would not back down. I would stand tall, even if it meant facing Callum Winter Stone again.
Days passed, and the office still buzzed with the tension of Emilia’s unexpected death. The air felt heavy with grief, but no one seemed to know the full story behind it. Illness? An accident? The Rhodes family kept everything private, which only fueled the whispers. The secrecy felt strange, but we all respected it—after all, Emilia was the heiress. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.
And then, there was Callum.
As much as I tried to push it to the back of my mind, I couldn’t. Callum Winter Stone. Now the new CEO of Rhodes Company. The man who had walked away from me years ago, choosing Emilia over me, was now back in the game. He had stepped into the most powerful position at Rhodes Company, and somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I stared at my computer screen, trying to focus, but all I could hear was Lia’s voice in the back of my mind, reminding me of everything that happened between Callum and me. It was hard not to feel suffocated by the thought of working under him again.
Lia’s voice broke through my thoughts. "Athena, you’re really quiet today. Something’s bothering you."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "It’s nothing... Just thinking about everything with the company and Callum. I didn’t expect this."
Lia raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my calm act. She leaned in closer. "I can see that. You’re still trying to figure out how to handle it, aren’t you? You’re not the only one who’s been dreading Callum’s return."
I gave her a half-hearted smile. "I just keep hoping he won’t show up here, that maybe... maybe they’ll keep him in the upper departments.”
"What about Emilia? She was the face of the company. But… she was always so distant with us. She never really interacted with the department. Do you think Callum will be the same? Always absent, staying in the upper levels?"
Lia let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in her voice. She seemed to think about it for a moment before replying. "Emilia was different, Athena. She had her own world in the upper levels. She barely touched the operations down here. Her role as heiress was more about image and maintaining the Rhodes legacy. But Callum?" She shook her head.
"Callum is different. This is his introduction as CEO. Everyone’s going to meet him, whether they like it or not. The board’s going to make sure of that. There’s no avoiding him, no matter how much we want to."
The bridge was a flurry of activity, but beneath the controlled chaos, a taut thread of dread wound itself tighter around my chest. The unmarked Dominion ship loomed like a shadow on the display, a silent threat against the endless void outside the Solace’s hull.I paced slowly to the viewport, watching the cold stars blur past as the ship adjusted its course to intercept the Veritas. Callum stayed close behind, his eyes never leaving me. I wanted to say something—anything—to break the silence. Instead, I let the hum of the ship and the weight of the unknown fill the space.The seed, that ancient alien intelligence pulsing beneath my skin, throbbed faintly in sync with my heartbeat. I could feel it reacting—cautious, guarded. As if it understood the danger, even if I did not.“Kira,” I called, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “Status on the Veritas?”She glanced up from her console, fingers flying across the controls. “They’re holding position just outside firing range. No agg
The Veritas hung in space like a dagger poised for the kill.Every inch of Solace’s bridge was wired tight. No one breathed too deeply. No one blinked too long.Even the hum of the consoles sounded quieter—as if the ship itself knew what loomed before us.I stood at the center, arms folded, jaw locked, but my mind was racing. Rael. The name meant nothing. But his voice—that cold familiarity buried beneath the polished malice—it unsettled something old in me. Something inherited.Callum stood by my side like a shadow forged in loyalty. He hadn’t said much since the call, but his presence kept me grounded.“Any movement?” I asked Elias.He shook his head. “They’re holding position just outside weapons range. But they're not here to wait. This feels like intimidation.”“Or a stall,” Kira added from her console. “While something else moves behind us.”I looked at her. “Are you saying there could be more ships?”“We don’t have Dominion sensor keys. If they’re cloaked, we wouldn’t see them
I watched the stars through the viewport in my quarters, alone in the dim hush of the ship. The silence was thicker tonight—like Solace itself was holding its breath.Rian’s warning echoed in my mind. The failsafe drive still rested on the desk beside me like a loaded weapon. And yet, it wasn’t fear that unsettled me the most.It was the weight of being seen—the way he’d looked at me, called me dangerous and precious in the same breath.And the way Callum had stood by me, unwavering.A soft knock broke my thoughts.Callum.Of course.“Door’s open,” I said.He stepped in quietly, not in uniform, just in a black thermal and worn boots, the kind of man who made simplicity look like armor. His presence filled the room like gravity, and suddenly, I wasn’t floating in chaos anymore.“You should be sleeping,” I said, trying to smile.“So should you,” he replied, his voice low.I nodded to the chair across from me. “Couldn’t. Too much... everything.”He didn’t sit. Just walked over to the vie
The stars thinned as we approached Lyria’s Drift.The asteroid belt spun lazily on the ship’s sensors, a scatter of ancient rocks and debris floating in silence. But beneath the silence, something stirred. My hands tightened on the command rail as Solace slowed to sublight, coasting into the dead zone where light seemed hesitant to follow.We were alone here.And yet… we weren’t.Callum stood beside me, eyes fixed ahead. His presence was grounding, a constant in a sea of unraveling truths.“You sure this is where the signal came from?” he asked quietly.Elias nodded, tapping at his console. “Triangulated and confirmed. The source is broadcasting on a quantum carrier. Short bursts, irregular timing. It’s like he wants to be found—but only by someone who knows how to listen.”“Typical Rian,” I muttered, the name bitter on my tongue.Callum turned to me. “You’re certain he’d do all this? Fake his death. Sabotage a project. And now—what? Warn us from a hideout in an asteroid field?”“No,”
The transmission came without warning.We were gathered in the arboretum, watching the seed pulse softly beneath the vessel’s domed glass ceiling. Its roots were growing steadily now, winding through the floor like veins of starlight. We had all started to feel it—the sense of becoming, like the ship itself was responding to us in real time.Then the light flickered.Just once.Barely noticeable, like a heartbeat skipping.But I felt it in my bones.Then a tone echoed through the air, different from anything we’d heard so far—low, deliberate, foreign.Elias looked up from his datapad. “Uh… that wasn’t us.”“Status,” Callum said immediately, rising to his feet. I was already moving toward the command deck, his voice just behind me.The vessel’s interface shimmered to life before I could speak, and a waveform scrolled across the screen—followed by a voice.Crackled, broken, but unmistakably human.“—na… Athena Presscot… Solace—this is Dr. Rian Halden. Please respond.”The name hit me li
My room wasn’t large. It didn’t need to be. But it held a quiet warmth—walls lined with soft starlight and pale birch panels. A window that opened onto a view that shouldn’t have existed: an endless sky streaked in gold and violet, stars blooming like flowers in the distance. And in the center of the room, a low bed wrapped in blankets the color of dusk.I sat at the edge of it, silent, still holding the moment the seed had awakened. The others had drifted to their own rooms, full of wide eyes and uncertain laughter. We were all pretending we weren’t overwhelmed.Callum hadn’t said much when I lingered in the corridor, looking back toward the heart of the ship. He had only reached out, brushed a knuckle down my cheek, and whispered, “Tomorrow, Keeper.”But now, the quiet of the room settled too easily on me. I couldn’t sleep.And I didn’t want to be alone.Before I could second-guess myself, I stood, crossed the room, and stepped through the threshold again. The corridors were dim and