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CHAPTER 37 — After the Walkout
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The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 39 — Close Enough to Burn
The apartment felt tight.As the sun dipped lower, the shadows in the kitchen stretched toward the walls, but the air didn’t get any cooler. It felt heavy and thick, like the moments right before a storm breaks. Elara stood at the counter, her fingers wrapped around a glass of water. She didn’t drink. She just stared at the way the light caught a small chip in the marble. The water wasn’t cold anymore; the ice had melted long ago, leaving the glass lukewarm in her hand.Behind her, she heard the shift of fabric. Adrian didn't pace. He didn't tap his fingers. He just leaned against the far counter, as still as a statue. In the silence, the sound of his breathing was the only thing she could hear."You can tell me to leave," Adrian said.Elara didn’t turn. She watched a single drop of condensation roll down the side of her glass. "I know.""I’ll go if you ask.""I know."She finally set the glass down. The clink against the stone seemed way too loud. She turned to face him, leaning her
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 38 —No Safe Distance
Elara woke up when her head slipped off the arm of the couch. She didn’t move for a long time, just staring at the floorboards while her brain tried to catch up. She hadn’t really slept. It was just short, shallow drops into unconsciousness that broke the second her body relaxed. Her neck ached, and her jaw felt stiff from clenching her teeth in her sleep.Morning arrived without any fanfare. Thin bands of light slipped through the blinds, cutting across the dusty floor and the edge of the couch. The apartment was too quiet. There were no footsteps, no sound of water running, and no murmur of Ethan moving around in the other room. There was only the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of city traffic, already awake and impatient.She stood up and walked to the window. She used two fingers to pry the blinds apart just enough to see the street. Down below, a delivery truck blocked a lane while a cyclist shouted at the driver. A woman tugged her coat closed and hurried past
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 37 — After the Walkout
The apartment felt smaller than it had the night before.Not because anything had changed. The furniture was the same. The city still moved below in its usual pattern of light and traffic.But the day had changed, and Elara felt it the moment she stepped inside.Elara noticed it first when she tried to make tea and realized her hands were shaking. Not enough to spill anything. Just enough to make the kettle lid rattle softly against the counter when she sets it down.She stopped.The sound lingered longer than it should have.She pressed her palms flat against the counter and waited for the feeling to pass. It didn’t. The quiet felt heavy, and it kept her from relaxing.Her phone lay on the table behind her.Face up.She hadn’t turned the notifications back on. She didn’t need to. She could already imagine what they would say. The headlines were careful and indirect, and her name was left out on purpose.Removed people rarely needed to be named.She poured the hot water and carried th
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 36 — The Walkout
The building had already adjusted.Adrian noticed it the moment he stepped out of the elevator. Not in any obvious way. Not through signs or announcements. It was in the silence that followed him down the corridor, the way people moved just slightly out of his path without being asked.Elara’s absence had left a shape.Desks were occupied. Screens glowed. Meetings continued. But something essential had been removed, and the foundation was compensating by tightening around it.He walked to his office without stopping.Inside, the lights were dimmed to their default evening setting, though it was barely past noon. The city beyond the glass looked sharp and distant, as if viewed through a lens designed to remove warmth. His desk was exactly as he’d left it that morning. Tablet aligned. Folder stacked. Phone face down.Adrian didn’t sit.He stood by the window for a long moment, hands resting lightly on the edge of the desk, and let the stillness settle. This was the part most people miss
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 35 — Removed
The email arrived at 10:18 a.m.Not early enough to feel routine. Not late enough to feel accidental. Timed to land once the floor had settled into its rhythm, the morning already in motion.By the time it appeared, conversations had found their cadence. Chairs had been pushed back into place. Coffee cups were half-finished and cooling. The day had decided what it was going to be, and then the message arrived to interrupt it quietly.Elara saw the notification appear and didn’t open it right away.It sat at the top of her screen while other alerts slipped beneath it. A calendar reminder blinked once and vanished. A chat notification appeared, then disappeared unanswered. The subject line remained, unmoving.She already knew what it meant.The subject line didn’t soften the message.HR Notice — Immediate Action RequiredNo greeting. No preface. Just a directive framed as inevitability.She stood when she read it. Not because she had to. Because sitting felt like consent.Around her, th
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 34 — The Board Attacks
The boardroom lights were already on when Adrian arrived.Not bright. Just enough to remove shadows.Elara noticed it immediately. The room was ready. The table gleamed, the chairs were set, and the screen at the far end was already on. Nothing here felt rushed. Everything felt planned.She had been asked to wait outside.Not told to leave. Not told to sit. Just asked to wait.The door closed between her and the room with a soft, decisive click.She stood in the corridor alone.Glass walls ran the length of the executive floor, but the shades along the boardroom had been drawn halfway down, leaving only silhouettes visible. Shapes shifted inside. Someone stood. Someone else took a seat. A figure leaned forward, hands braced on the table.Time stretched without measurement.She watched a board assistant pass once, then again, carrying a folder she didn’t glance at Elara while holding. Another assistant paused near the water station, poured a glass, drank half of it, then poured the res
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