LOGINDorian Keene was once untouchable—admired, feared, and cruel in the way boys are when they believe the world belongs to them. Caspian Vale was the opposite: quiet, brilliant, marked, and easy to target. What Dorian never admitted was the truth beneath the cruelty—he was terrified of how badly he wanted the boy he was meant to destroy. Years later, life shows no mercy. Penniless, grieving, and battling a worsening illness, Dorian takes a job that feels like a miracle only to discover his employer is Caspian. No longer the boy he buried, but a powerful tech mogul with an unreadable stare, a carefully constructed life… and a fiancée at his side. Dorian tries to keep his distance. Caspian pretends nothing ever existed. But desire doesn’t die, it waits. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where control ends and longing begins. As secrets surface and memories fracture, Caspian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent his life denying and Dorian must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose for a love that was never supposed to exist. ~~~~~ “Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee” is a slow-burn MM romance that drifts from longing into obsession, where power shifts, choices cut deep, and loving the wrong man may cost everything.
View MoreJoana couldn’t explain what was happening to her. It all started with a raging headache, it felt as if she was seeing a million things all at once. She could suddenly hear the bee buzzing on a tree over a mile away, she could hear the frogs croaking near the lake. She could hear the sound of her husband-to-be, Andrew, greeting the guests and ushering them in. He was in the wedding hall, quite far away from where she was. How could she possibly have heard him from such a distance?
The pounding in her head didn’t stop. Instead, it kept on getting louder and louder. She began to hear more sounds; she could now hear the orchestra in the wedding hall playing music. She could hear the pianist playing the big grand piano by the side of the stage. She could even hear the car honking on the road, near the cityside. She could hear her guests chatter, waiting for the bride to walk in through that door at any moment. Why was she hearing so many sounds?
The worst had just started, as at that moment, she felt two of her canines growing bigger and popping out of her mouth. She looked at her hand, as watched as her cute little fingernails grew longer and sharper, turning into claws. She then felt a ravaging hunger in her stomach. But this time, it wasn’t for food. No, it was for blood. Was she turning into a monster? Why would she be yearning to taste the blood of a living mortal, especially that of a human? She knew with all these changes that she would look terrible, and she wanted to see just how bad she looked. She managed to reach for her hand mirror on top of her vanity table, but as she grabbed it and looked into it, there was nothing there. She must be hallucinating, she thought as she gathered her strength to walk towards where her mirror stood beside her window to look again. Again, there was nothing.
She fell back to the ground and held her head in her two hands, unable to contain what she was feeling anymore. The pounding continued and her stomach growled even louder. Just then, she heard a knock on the door. She was thankful to have remembered to lock it before coming in to get dressed.
The person tried opening the door but after seeing that it was locked, spoke to her from outside.
“Joana, it’s time already, and we don’t have all day. The guests are seated and are waiting for you. Hurry up, dear. I’ll be outside the house.”
She recognized the voice. It was her best friend and maid of honor, Sandra. She heard Sandra’s footsteps fading as she left the front of her room and headed down the stairs.
At this point, she didn’t even know if she could get married again today. She could not let anyone see her like this, not even Sandra, her grandmother, her guests, or even worse still, her husband-to-be, Andrew.
She went back to her window, opened it, and reached for the tree right in front of it whose branches had always tugged at her curtains.
She held onto a branch and was able to slowly climb onto the tree. She only wore a slip, as she hadn’t put on her wedding gown before the headache started. She didn’t have a problem getting down, she was familiar with the art of climbing up and down from this tree. Andrew was too, if not how would they have been able to hang out together after curfew?
As soon as she got down, she began to run.
“Joana!!!” She heard a loud voice call out to her as she was running. Damn it. Sandra had seen her, she wanted to leave this place as quietly as she could, so she could figure out what had happened to her, as this was beyond normal. But now, she had been seen.
As Sandra kept calling, she didn’t stop. She didn’t even know where she was going, but she wanted it to be as far away from everyone as possible.
It was as if her legs had betrayed her as she didn’t know that she had headed to the wedding venue. And there she stood, at the entrance of the hall, whose doors were wide open. Someone at the back who had seen her gave a scream, which called the attention of all her guests, including her husband-to-be who stood there with his groomsmen, finding it hard to believe that this was the woman he wanted to marry and spend the rest of his life with.
Upon seeing her, all the guests started jetting out through the other entrance, like they had seen a ghost. Andrew was a bit scared, but he summoned courage and began to take slow steps towards her, thinking that this might probably be one of her famous pranks.
“Joana, are you okay?” He said as he reached where she was, taking one step at a time. She could hear the sound of his blood flowing through his veins, she could taste it already as he came closer to her. He then reached his hand out to her in hopes to comfort her.
Though his hand was right in front of her, all she could look at was his neck. And before she could stop herself from doing something crazy, she took a bite out of that delicious cake.
DORIAN’s POV The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the quiet hum of the house. Caspian’s hand was still in mine, warm and firm, pulling me toward the bed with that purposeful stride that always sent a thrill through me. His eyes locked on mine, dark with intent, and I felt the air thicken, charged with the unspoken promise of what was coming. He didn’t waste time. As soon as my back hit the mattress, he was over me, his body caging mine in the best way. His mouth crashed down on my lips, hungry and demanding, tongue delving deep as if he couldn’t get enough. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting in his shirt, yanking it up and over his head to expose the hard planes of his chest. God, he was gorgeous—muscles taut under smooth skin, every inch of him radiating heat that seeped into me. “Dorian,” he growled against my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spot just below my ear. A shiver raced down my spine, straight to my cock, which was alrea
DORIAN’s POVThree months is not a long time. But three months ago I was lying in a hospital bed with a surgery scar on my chest and a family that wouldn’t stop hovering.Four months ago Victoria was still a name that made my jaw tighten. Three months ago I was still waking up in the night reaching for Caspian just to confirm he was there.A lot can change in three months.I know that now in the way you only know things after they’ve already happened to you.Vale Enterprises closed its third deal on a Tuesday morning in April.Marissa sent the email at nine forty-seven and by nine forty-nine the finance floor was making noise that could be heard from the corridor. I read it at my desk, read it again, and then forwarded it to Caspian with no message attached because no message was needed.Caspian appeared in my doorway forty seconds later."We did it," Caspian said."We did it," I confirmed.We looked at each other across the office doorway like two people who had built something fro
Maxwell was stabilised within the hour. The doctors worked quickly and the news that followed was better than anyone had dared to hope for in those first panicked minutes on the hospital floor. A cardiac episode. Serious but manageable. With the right care and the right monitoring, he would recover.He was discharged two days later with a strict care plan, a list of medications, and a nurse named Patricia assigned to oversee his recovery at home.Since returning to their own place was not an option during recovery, Maxwell and Mary moved into Caspian’s house. Patricia moved with them. She was professional and efficient and spoke in the measured tones of someone who had done this many times and taken it seriously every single time. The household adjusted around her presence without much friction.Life settled into a new rhythm.Dorian was still recovering himself, moving carefully, sleeping more than he was used to and pretending he wasn’t. He spent most of his days on the couch with a
CASPIAN’s POVI stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. They were standing at the end of the corridor.My mother had her hands clasped in front of her. My father stood beside her with his weight slightly forward, like a man who had rehearsed walking into a room and lost his nerve at the last second. They looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically. Something else. The particular smallness of people who have been alone with themselves for too long and didn’t enjoy the company.I walked toward them slowly.My father looked up first. Then my mother. She pressed her lips together when she saw my face and her eyes went red immediately, which I had not prepared myself for.I stopped in front of them.Nobody spoke for a moment.“Caspian.” My father’s voice came out rough. He cleared it. “We heard everything. About Victoria. About Dorian.” He paused. “About what we did.”“What you did,” I said.He nodded. “What we did.”My mother reached out and touched my arm. “We suppor






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