LOGINElliot’s pov
My phone buzzed in my pocket during my morning coffee break, I pulled it out expecting a work email. Instead i saw a message from an unknown number. Stay away from Aiden Blackwood. My hands started shaking so bad, I almost dropped my phone right there in front of everyone. I looked around, nobody was watching me so I deleted it fast. It had to be Vivian because nobody else would send something like that. I tried to focus on work, but I kept checking over my shoulder every few minutes like someone was standing there. At exactly two o'clock everyone started heading to the conference room for the presentation. I grabbed my laptop, then followed behind some other assistants who were talking about lunch. Nobody talked to me much because I was still new so I just walked quiet behind them. Aiden was already in the conference room when we got there. He stood at the front with his arms crossed looking all serious like he always did before meetings. I sat down near the middle of the table then opened my laptop to pull up my notes. Vivian walked in last wearing a black dress that probably cost more than my rent. Her heels clicked loud on the floor, she smiled at Aiden but he did not smile back so she just sat down across from me with her coffee cup in her hand. Aiden started talking about quarterly numbers so I followed along while taking notes. Everything was going fine until Vivian stood up to grab some papers from the side table. She walked right behind my chair so close I could smell her perfume which was too strong. Then everything happened so fast I did not have time to move. Hot coffee poured all over my laptop then splashed onto my hands. I jumped up so fast my chair fell backward but it was too late because coffee was everywhere. "Oh my god," Vivian said in this sweet voice that made my skin crawl. "I am so sorry Elliot. I did not see your laptop there." My laptop screen went black then made a weird buzzing sound before dying completely. All my work was on there, two hours of reports just gone like that. My hands were burning from the hot coffee but I just stood there staring at my dead laptop. "I am so clumsy," Vivian said then put her hand on my shoulder like she cared. Her nails dug in a little bit through my shirt. "Are you okay?" I looked at her face expecting to see guilt or worry but her eyes were happy. She was enjoying this, she did it on purpose. "I'm fine," I said even though I was not fine at all. My hands hurt so bad I wanted to cry but I would not do that in front of everyone. "That is so unfortunate," Vivian said then sat back down like nothing happened. She even picked up another coffee cup from the table to take a sip. Everyone else just sat there staring at me like they did not know what to do. Aiden had not said anything yet. When I finally looked at him his face was hard as stone but his eyes were on Vivian. The whole room got so quiet I could hear people breathing. "Vivian," Aiden said in this cold voice I had never heard before. It made the temperature drop about ten degrees. She looked at him then smiled. "Yes?" "Replace Elliot's laptop today," he said. "Then redo all the work he lost yourself." Her smile fell off her face so fast it would have been funny if I was not so upset. "What?" "You heard me," Aiden said without blinking. "You destroyed his work so you fix it. I want that report on my desk by end of day." "Aiden that is not fair," she said in this whiny voice. "It was an accident." "Was it?" he asked then looked at her in a way that made everyone else look at her too. She opened her mouth but nothing came out because what could she say. "End of day Vivian," Aiden said again real slow like he was talking to a child. "Or you can clean out your desk instead." Nobody moved or talked or even breathed. Vivian's face turned red then she grabbed her purse so hard I heard the leather creak. She stood up fast then walked out without saying another word. The door slammed behind her so loud it made me jump. "Meeting is over," Aiden said to everyone else. "Get back to work. Elliot stay here." People left the room so fast you would think it was on fire. When the door closed behind the last person Aiden walked over to where I was standing. "How bad is it?" he asked while looking at my laptop. "Everything is gone," I said quiet because my voice did not want to work right. "I cannot fix it." He nodded once. "I will have IT get you a new one within the hour." "Thank you," I said, because what else could I say. He kept looking at me in this intense way that made me nervous. "Has Vivian been bothering you?" he asked straight out. My heart jumped into my throat. "No," I lied fast. "She has not." His jaw got tight so I knew he did not believe me even a little bit. "If she does anything you tell me." "Okay," I said but we both knew I would not tell him because that would just make everything worse. "I mean it Elliot," he said while stepping closer. "Anything at all." "I will," I lied again while looking at the floor instead of his face. He stared at me for another long minute like he wanted to say something else but then he just nodded then walked back to grab his papers. I left the conference room then went straight to the bathroom because I needed a minute alone. My hands were bright red where the coffee hit them so I ran cold water over them until they stopped burning so bad. When I looked in the mirror I saw how scared I looked which made me angry at myself for being so weak. I dried my hands then pulled out my phone to check the time. There was a new message from another unknown number. My stomach dropped before I even opened it. I know who you really are.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







