MasukElliot's POV
Aiden told me to go home after work because he was going to dinner with his father alone. I argued that I should come since Richard wanted to meet me but Aiden said it would be better if he talked to his father first. My apartment felt too quiet. I tried to watch TV but could not focus, I tried to read but the words did not make sense. All I could think about was Aiden sitting across from his father getting yelled at because of me. I checked my phone every five minutes even though I knew Aiden would not text during dinner. He was probably sitting in some huge dining room in Richard's mansion eating fancy food while his father lectured him about ruining the family reputation. By eight I gave up pretending I could do anything productive so I just sat on my couch staring at my phone. Nine o'clock came then went, still nothing. At ten I started really worrying. How long could one dinner take? Maybe Richard was making Aiden stay longer to prove some kind of point. Maybe they were fighting, maybe Aiden was in trouble and I was just sitting here doing nothing. I texted him "Are you okay?" then immediately regretted it because what if his phone went off during dinner and made things worse. I stared at my phone waiting for the three dots that meant he was typing back but they never came. Eleven o'clock. My leg would not stop bouncing. I got up then paced around my apartment which was only like ten steps from one wall to the other. My place was tiny compared to what I grew up in but it was mine and I loved it except for right now when it felt like a cage. I thought about calling him but that seemed like a bad idea. If the dinner was going badly a phone call would just make it worse. If the dinner was going well then I would be interrupting. Either way I would look desperate and clingy which was not what Aiden needed right now. Midnight hit and I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling when my phone finally buzzed. I grabbed it so fast I almost dropped it. "We need to talk tomorrow," Aiden's message said. That was it, no explanation or details. Just those five words that made my stomach twist into knots. I typed back "Okay" because what else could I say. He did not respond after that. I could not sleep. I just lay there staring at the dark ceiling thinking about all the terrible things Richard might have said. All the ways this could go wrong. All the reasons Aiden might want to talk which probably meant he was going to fire me or worse tell me we needed to stop whatever was happening between us. My phone lit up again around one in the morning but it was not Aiden. It was another message from an unknown number. "Time is running out. Your father is losing patience." I deleted it without responding because I was tired of getting threatened by everyone. My family, Vivian, Random people who worked for my family. Everyone wanted something from me and I had nothing left to give. The next morning I got to work early because staying in my apartment was driving me crazy. The office was empty except for the cleaning crew. I made coffee then sat at my desk pretending to work while really just watching the elevator doors waiting for Aiden to arrive. He walked in at seven thirty looking exhausted. His suit was perfect like always but his eyes had dark circles under them. He saw me then walked straight to his office without saying anything. A few minutes later he texted "Come in and close the door." I got up on shaky legs then walked to his office. He was standing by the window with his back to me. "How did it go?" I asked after closing the door. "About as well as expected," he said without turning around. "My father wants you fired." My heart sank. "Okay." "I told him no," Aiden said then finally turned to face me. "He did not take it well." "What did he say?" I asked. "He said I was being reckless," Aiden said while walking to his desk. "That the rumors are damaging the company reputation. That you are a distraction I cannot afford." "Maybe he is right," I said quiet. "He is not right," Aiden said firm. "He just wants control like he always does." "So what happens now?" I asked. Aiden sat down in his chair then rubbed his face with both hands. "He threatened to call a board vote of no confidence. If he can convince enough board members that I am unfit to lead they can remove me as CEO." "He would do that to his own son?" I said shocked. "He would do anything to maintain control of this company," Aiden said. "I have known that my whole life but I guess I hoped maybe this time would be different." "I should resign," I said. "Before this gets worse." "No," Aiden said standing up fast. "That is exactly what he wants. He wants to control who I work with and who I spend time with and every decision I make. I am not giving him that power." "But if you lose the company because of me," I started to say. "Then I lose it," Aiden interrupted. "But I am not firing you just because my father demands it. I already told him that." "What did he say?" I asked. Aiden looked away. "He said if I do not get rid of you within a week he will cut me off from all family resources. No more access to the family accounts. No more support from his connections. Nothing." "That is insane," I said. "That is my father," Aiden said. "He thinks money solves everything. That threatening to take it away will make me fall in line like I always have." "But you did not fall in line this time," I said. "No," Aiden said while looking at me. "I did not." We stood there staring at each other. The air felt heavy between us. "Why?" I asked. "Why are you risking everything for me?" He opened his mouth then closed it. Whatever he wanted to say got stuck in his throat. Finally he just shook his head. "Go back to work Elliot," he said. "We will figure this out." I left his office more confused than before. Aiden was willing to lose his family money and possibly his company just to keep me around. That had to mean something but I was too scared to think about what.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







