LOGINAfter a devastating heartbreak, Elena Grey escapes to Santorini, hoping to forget the pain. But one night with a mysterious stranger, Julian Stone, feels like the cure she’s been searching for. Until she returns home and discovers he’s her new boss. Her sister’s fiancé. What began as healing turns into a forbidden obsession that could destroy them both. Because the man who made her feel whole again might be the one who breaks her completely.
View MoreElena's pov There’s a difference between silence and calm.Calm settles gently, silence watches you.That’s what this morning feels like.I wake up before my alarm, staring at the ceiling, my chest already tight like I’ve missed something important, my phone is face-down on the bedside table. I don’t reach for it, I already know there’s nothing from Julian and somehow, that still hurts.I shower, dress, move through my routine like I’m following instructions written for someone else. When I step outside, the city feels too awake, too alive for how heavy I feel inside.At work, everything looks the same. Glass walls, polished floors, controlled smiles but I’m different.I don’t look toward Julian’s office when I arrive, I don’t need to, I can feel him there anyway. That awareness hasn’t left me yet, no matter how much distance I pretend to keep.I sit at my desk and open my computer, replying emails, scheduling meetings and setting reminders. Normal things.My phone buzzes softly bes
Elena’s POVThe morning after drinks with Liam, I wake up before my alarm.There’s no panic in my chest, no sharp ache, no immediate thought of Julian’s name pressing against my ribs and that’s what scares me.I lie there staring at the ceiling, listening to the city hum outside my window, trying to decide whether this calm is healing or loss dressed up as peace.It doesn’t feel like relief, It feels like mourning something that hasn’t fully died yet.At work, the shift is unmistakable.Julian doesn’t avoid me, but he doesn’t acknowledge me either, no sharp looks through the glass walls, no quiet tension humming beneath the surface. Just distance.When I place his morning coffee on his desk, he nods once.“Thank you, Elena.”That’s it, just like yesterday I walk back to my desk feeling oddly hollow, like something essential has been removed and my body hasn’t caught up yet.This is what I wanted, I keep reminding myself, so why does it feel like I’ve been gently erased?Eva finds me
Elena’s POVThe next morning at work, the silence feels intentional, not the awkward kind, not the kind that comes from avoidance, but the sharp, precise kind that feels chosen.Julian doesn’t look at me when I arrive, not even once.He’s already in his office, his glass walls was clear, his posture straight, the expression he have on his face is unreadable. .I sit at my desk and open my computer, forcing my focus onto emails and schedules, trying not to look up, my hands move automatically but my mind does not. Every few minutes, I catch myself wondering if he's looking at me or listening for his footsteps, his voice, anything that reminds me I’m not imagining the shift but nothing.When I deliver his morning coffee, I place it neatly on his desk.“Thank you, Elena” he says without looking up.I nod and leave.My chest tightens on the way back to my desk, this is what I wanted, I remind myself, distance, boundaries and peace, so why does it feel like I’m being erased?By mid-morning
Elena’s POVThe Next DayThe rest of the day drags on like my body is present but my soul is walking five steps behind me.I don’t look toward Julian office for the whole, not once, I focus on schedules, emails, reminders and on staying upright.By late afternoon, my head is aching, my chest feels tight in a way I can’t explain.I stand up to get coffee at the cafeteria maybe caffeine will fix whatever this hollow feeling is.I’m walking back toward my desk, coffee in one hand, my phone in the other, replying to Eva’s polite follow-up textHope the rest of your day goes smoothly, I was about to hit send when it happens. I turn the corner too fast and crash straight into someoneThe cup jolts in my hand and hot coffee spills everywhere.“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” I gasp.Coffee splashes down the front of a man’s shirt and jacket, papers scatter to the floor.I freeze for half a second, then panic kicks in.“I wasn’t looking, I’m so sorry, I...here” I fumble with the napkins, pressing th
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