LOGINElliot's POV
My phone rang during my afternoon break so I looked at the screen expecting a spam call but instead saw a name I had not seen in months. Liam, my brother. My finger hovered over the decline button because talking to Liam meant dealing with my family which was the last thing I wanted. If I did not answer he would just keep calling so I finally pressed accept then put the phone to my ear. "Hello," I said. "Elliot," Liam said and he sounded relieved like he thought I would not pick up. "Thank god, i have been trying to find you for weeks." "How did you get this number?" I asked while walking away from my desk toward the hallway where nobody could hear me. "Does it matter?" he said. "We need to talk." "No we do not," I said. "I left for a reason Liam." "I know where you are working," he said which made my blood go cold. "Blackwood Tech, pretty bold move little brother." I stopped walking. "How do you know that?" "Mom and Dad hired someone to find you," he said. "It was not hard once we knew what city you were in. You are not as invisible as you think." My hands started shaking so I leaned against the wall to steady myself. "What do you want?" "I want to see you," Liam said. "We need to talk face to face. There is a café two blocks from your office called Rosie's, meet me there in an hour." "I am working," I said. "Make an excuse," Liam said. "This is important Elliot. One hour." He hung up before I could argue. I stood there staring at my phone while my brain tried to process what just happened. My family found me, they knew where I worked. Everything I built in the last few months felt like it was falling apart. I went back to my desk then told Aiden I needed to leave early for a personal emergency. He looked at me concerned but just nodded then said to take whatever time I needed. I grabbed my jacket then left before anyone could ask questions. The café was small and quiet with only a few people inside. I saw Liam sitting at a table in the back looking at his phone. He was wearing an expensive suit because of course he was. Liam never wore anything that cost less than a thousand dollars. He looked up when I walked over then stood to hug me but I stepped back. His face fell but he sat down so I sat across from him. "You look good," he said. "Different but good." "What do you want Liam?" I asked because I did not have time for small talk. "Mom and Dad are worried sick about you," he said while leaning forward. "You just disappeared without telling anyone where you were going. Do you know what that did to them?" "They will survive," I said flat. "Elliot come on," Liam said. "I know you were upset about the engagement they wanted but running away was not the answer." "It was the only answer," I said. "They wanted me to marry someone I did not love then spend my whole life running a company I did not care about. That is not living Liam, that is dying slowly." "So what are you doing now?" he asked. "Working as some assistant for pennies when you could have everything?" "I am happy," I said. "For the first time in my life I am actually happy." Liam looked at me like I was speaking another language. "You are happy being poor?" "I am not poor," I said. "I have enough money to pay my rent and buy food. That is all I need." "That is not all you need," Liam said then ran his hand through his hair which he only did when he was stressed. "Dad is planning something Elliot. He is not going to let you stay here playing normal person." My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?" "He is talking about forcing you back," Liam said quiet. "Even if it means causing problems at your workplace. He knows people everywhere including at Blackwood Tech. One phone call from him and you could lose your job." "He would not do that," I said but even as I said it I knew it was a lie. My father would do anything to get what he wanted. "He would and he will," Liam said. "Unless you come home willingly. Just come back Elliot, marry the girl and run the company. It is not as bad as you think." "Yes it is," I said while standing up. "And I am not coming back. Tell Dad he can do whatever he wants but I am not leaving." "Elliot wait," Liam said but I was already walking toward the door. He called my name again but I did not turn around. I walked back to the office fast while my brain spun with everything Liam said. My father was planning something which meant I needed to be ready. But ready for what? What could he possibly do that would force me back home? When I got close to Blackwood Tech I saw a black car parked across the street with tinted windows so dark you could not see inside. Something about it felt wrong, the car was too nice and too out of place just sitting there. I stopped walking then stared at it. The engine was running, I could see exhaust coming from the back. Someone was inside and watching. I pulled out my phone then pretended to look at it while I kept my eyes on the car. It did not move. Whoever was inside was definitely watching the building or maybe watching me specifically. My heart started racing because this had to be connected to what Liam said. My father hired someone to follow me, the black car was proof that my family was not going to leave me alone. I walked into the building fast then went straight to the bathroom where I locked myself in a stall. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold my phone. Everything was falling apart and I did not know how to stop it.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







