INICIAR SESIÓNVivian's Pov
I walked into Blackwood Tech like I owned the place, because once upon a time, I almost did. The receptionist looked up at me with wide eyes, and I could tell she was scared. That made me smile because people should be scared of me, and I was here to fix a problem before it got worse. "Is Aiden in?" I asked, even though I already knew he was, because I had someone watching his schedule. Rachel nodded quickly. "Yes, Miss Stone, but he is busy and.." she started to say, but I was already walking past her. I didn’t need permission to see Aiden. We had history, and he would see me whether he wanted to or not. I walked through the office. Everyone stared at me, i saw a young guy with brown hair sitting at the assistant desk. He looked up at me, and I knew immediately this was him, and this was the problem. I looked at him, he was just an average looking guy. I couldn’t understand what Aiden saw in him. "You must be the new assistant," I said, making sure my voice had enough ice to let him know I thought he was beneath me. "Yes," he said, looking nervous, good, because he should be. "Good luck," I said. I meant good luck surviving, because I was about to make sure Aiden fired him today. I walked to Aiden’s office, knocked once, and walked in without waiting because that was the kind of relationship we used to have. Aiden looked up from his computer, and his face went hard when he saw me. I felt a flash of anger because there was a time when he looked at me differently. Now, he looked at me like I was an enemy. "Vivian, what are you doing here?" he said. He didn’t stand up, and he didn’t smile. I closed the door behind me. "I came to talk to you," I said and sat in the chair across from his desk without invitation. He leaned back and crossed his arms. "About what?" he asked with annoyance in his voice. "About your new assistant," I said. His eyes narrowed. "What about him?" he asked. I leaned forward. "Aiden, come on," I said, trying to sound friendly but coming off fake. "You and I both know you are making a mistake." He didn’t respond, just stared. "He is just an assistant, and you are treating him like he is special," I said. Aiden’s jaw tightened. "How I treat my staff is none of your business," he said. I laughed, but it was not a happy laugh. "It’s my business when it affects you," I said. I stood and walked around the desk. He stood too, and we faced each other. "You’re getting distracted, Aiden," I said, putting my hand on his arm. He pulled away. "I am not distracted," he said, but I saw the lie in his eyes. "Yes, you are," I said, my voice hardening. "I’ve been watching you, and everyone can see it." He stepped back. "You’ve been watching me?" he said, voice dangerous. "Of course I have," I said. I saw no problem with it. "I care about you, and I care about this company," I said, even though that was only half true. What I really cared about was getting back what I lost. "I think you should fire him before he becomes a problem." His face went cold in a way I’d never seen before. "Get out," he said, his voice quiet but scary. "What?" I said, shocked he just said that to me. "Get out of my office," he said and walked to the door, opening it. "Aiden, you’re being ridiculous," I said, trying to keep calm but getting angry. "And don’t ever come back here and talk about my staff," he said. My face heated because everyone could hear, and everyone was staring. "Fine," I said, grabbing my purse and walking toward the door. Before leaving, I stopped and looked at him. "You’re making a mistake," I said. He looked at me with eyes empty of feeling. "The only mistake I made was letting you in here," he said. That hurt more than I wanted to admit. I walked out, everyone was looking at me. I saw the assistant boy staring, and I wanted to slap him, this was his fault. I got in the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. When the doors closed, I let out a breath and felt rage building in my chest because Aiden chose him over me. That was not supposed to happen, I’d worked too hard to let some nobody assistant ruin everything. I pulled out my phone and texted someone I knew who could help. I told them I needed information on Elliot Hayes and I needed it fast. If Aiden wasn’t going to fire him, I’d have to find another way to get rid of him. The elevator doors opened. I walked through the lobby and out onto the street. I got in my car and sat for a minute, thinking about what just happened and how Aiden looked at me like he hated me. Something twisted in my chest because once, he looked at me like I was the only person in the world. That was before everything fell apart, before the engagement ended, and before I left to work for his competitor. I told myself I did it because I wanted power, but the truth was I did it because I was angry. I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me. But now, he had moved on. He was looking at someone else the way he used to look at me. I couldn’t let that happen, if I couldn’t have Aiden, then nobody could, especially not some random assistant who probably didn’t deserve him. I started the car and drove away from Blackwood Tech, thinking about all the ways I could destroy Elliot Hayes. I smiled because I was good at destroying things, and this would be easy. That night, I got the information I asked for. I sat in my apartment reading through it all. I found out Elliot Hayes had no social media and no online presence before six months ago. That was strange because everyone had an online presence. I knew he was hiding something. I kept digging, made some calls, talked to people who owed me favors, and slowly pieces started coming together. I realized Elliot was not who he said he was. He had secrets, and I just needed to find out what they were. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to a number I wasn’t supposed to have. I typed a message and read it over before hitting send. "Stay away from Aiden Blackwood if you know what’s good for you." I hit send and smiled. This was just the beginning, I was going to make Elliot’s life hell until he quit or got fired. Then things could go back to the way they were supposed to be.CHAPTER 60: Ghosts of the Past Elliot's POV The hotel suite felt smaller after Aiden hung up the phone. He set it down on the nightstand like it might burn him, then rubbed a hand over his face, shoulders slumping. The peaceful afterglow we’d built through hours of reconnecting sex evaporated in seconds, leaving only tension in its place. “Sophia,” he said finally, voice flat and tired. “My ex-fiancée.” I sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheet around my waist. “You were going to marry her?” He nodded, not meeting my eyes at first. His fingers traced absent patterns on the sheet. “Two years ago. Our families pushed it hard. It looked perfect on paper…old money, shared business interests, the kind of strategic match that strengthens empires. I thought I could make it work. I wanted to believe I could finally be the son my father expected me to be.” I waited, watching the way his jaw worked as he chose his words. Aiden rarely talked about his past like this, peeling back
Elliot's POV By morning, the photo had spread like wildfire through the company. It wasn’t confined to the gossip blog anymore. Screenshots flooded internal group chats. People I barely knew stared openly in the elevator. The whispers had evolved into something louder, bolder. I caught fragments everywhere: “Did you see them in the car?” “No wonder he’s been distracted.” “How long has this been going on?” I kept my chin up and my expression neutral, but the weight of it pressed heavy on my chest. Every hallway felt longer. Every meeting carried an undercurrent of judgment. Aiden had been unreachable most of the morning, locked behind closed doors with PR and legal teams. When the company-wide email came through announcing an all-hands meeting at two o’clock, my stomach twisted into knots. The large conference room was packed wall to wall. Tension hung thick in the air as people filed in. Aiden stood at the front of the room, composed in a crisp navy suit, but I could see the st
Elliot's POV The investigation started quietly, like everything else in this building. By mid-morning, security was reviewing access logs and camera footage. Whispers turned into pointed glances in the hallways. By lunch, fingers were already pointing squarely in my direction. I felt the shift everywhere. Colleagues who used to nod politely now avoided eye contact. A senior analyst casually asked if I’d been working late in Aiden’s office lately. Someone from legal stopped by my desk to request files I’d handled the day the document went missing. The missing merger file wasn’t just gone, it had become a weapon, and I was the easiest target for people looking to shift blame. The tension followed me all day. I kept my head down, answered questions with clipped professionalism, but inside it burned. Aiden stayed locked in back-to-back meetings most of the day. I didn’t see him until after seven, when the floor had finally emptied and he texted me a single line: My office now. He wa
Elliot's POV The office felt different the next morning. No one said anything to my face but the air had shifted. Conversations died when I walked into the break room. Rumors had started. By lunch, I’d heard fragments…nothing direct, just enough to make my skin crawl. “Aiden’s been distracted lately.” “Wonder what’s really going on with the new guy.” I kept my head down and my expression neutral, but every time Aiden’s name came up in a meeting, the tension ratcheted higher. He stayed locked in his office most of the day. I only caught glimpses of him and the same exhausted look he’d worn after his father’s call. The weight of it pressed on me all afternoon. By the time five o’clock rolled around and the floors emptied, my shoulders ached with it. Aiden’s text came through simple and direct: Come up when it’s clear. His apartment was quiet when I let myself in. He was already in the bedroom, loosening his tie with sharp, frustrated movements, the city lights flickering through
Elliot's POV I kept checking the side mirror the entire ride to the restaurant, half-convinced someone would spot us. Aiden’s hand rested heavy on my thigh under the table once we were seated in the private back room, his thumb tracing slow circles that made it impossible to focus on the menu. “Relax,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. “No one knows we’re here.” I wanted to believe him. The place was quiet, dimly lit, the kind of spot where deals were made and secrets stayed buried. We ordered quickly, and for a while it almost felt normal, stealing bites from each other’s plates, trading quiet laughs, his knee pressed against mine under the table like he couldn’t stand even that small distance. But Aiden had been quieter than usual all evening. I waited until the plates were cleared and the waiter had disappeared again before I pushed. “You’ve been somewhere else tonight,” I said. He looked at me for a long moment, then exhaled. His fingers tightened around
I got to Aiden's place after work because he called me and his voice sounded different so I knew something was up. When I walked inside he was sitting on the couch and he looked tense. He pulled me down next to him right away and started talking. Aiden said Vivian came to his office earlier that day and she confronted him about me. She told him that my influence on him was too much and that he was changing because of me. Vivian said I was messing up how he ran things at work and that he needed to step back from me before it caused real problems. She kept talking and said it was not good for him or the company and that he should listen to her because she knew what was best. Aiden told me he let her finish then he shut her down cold. He said to her that this was not her place to talk about his personal stuff and that he did not want her opinions on who he spent time with. Aiden told her straight that I was important to him and she should stay out of it from now on. He said it in a







